Licking his lips, Leng Ji felt that his throat was a little dry, his tongue licked the roof of his mouth, as if Han still had the fragrance of osmanthus wine on it, his index finger and thumb rubbed against each other, the cold temperature of the gun still remained on his hand, and the stiff and cold touch still existed in his memory. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's right, guns. At this time, the cold season remembered the big man's gun.

The black pistol fell to the ground on the side, the dull surface told the time it had followed the big man, bent over, and picked it up in the cold season, without the smooth handle of the gun as imagined, and the hand touched its rough surface, and the cold season could feel the vicissitudes it had experienced from the touch of the fingers.

Three or two times opened the magazine, and sure enough, as expected, it was empty, there was not a single one left, and the empty metal magazine stayed silently in her palm.

After dismantling Dahan's pistol, he was still squatting on the ground in the cold season, holding Dahan's relics in his hands, as cold as a corpse.

As cold as a gun, and her dagger. Leng Ji stood still and looked around, looking around through the dim moonlight, the dark shadows of the trees covering the ground, and the brown earth all over his feet.

What about daggers?

At this time, the cold season was not panicked, she knew that there was no one around, which was judged by the cold season after vigilant observation, except for the sound of the wind, the sound of cicadas and the rustling of leaves, she did not hear any other suspicious noise.

Taking a step back, Leng Ji wanted to see the ground more clearly, but before she could retreat any more, she stepped on something uneven.

Bowing his head, the dagger glowing with silver light lay quietly on the ground.

Leng Ji looked around again, and the coat that fell to the ground was not only stained with mud but also stained with a large area of blood, red mixed with brown heavily covered the coat's outer skin, and the stained coat lay quietly on the ground, covering the four pistols inside with its broad body. It looked like a rag thrown in the garbage.

"Tsk ......" rubbed his hair, the smooth strands of hair ran over his cheeks, rubbed his hair in disgust, stood there and hesitated for a while, and finally had to put it away.

Stuffing the big man's pistol into the pocket of his coat, six pistols collided in the narrow bag, and it was a shame that the people of the alliance could design it, and three pistols stuck in one pocket on one side would not fall out.

Leng Ji was distracted by his coat, looking at the black fur on it in a daze, thinking that its owner would soon be caught by the people of City A, oh no, it had already been caught.

Tsk, there's a stack of 100 pieces in it.

Leng Ji sighed and shook his head, and with a look of pity escaped the stack of banknotes from his left pocket, grinding his index finger and thumb, and a satisfied smile, since you are about to become a relic, it is still difficult to accept you.

After that, the cold season began to count the quantities one by one.

Click, click, click...... Strange sounds came from the direction of the courtyard gate, mixed with the rustling of leaves, the movements of the hands involuntarily stopped, and the cold season listened to the slow and heavy footsteps, and involuntarily frowned, as if someone was struggling to carry a heavy load.

Someone?!

Realizing this, the next moment, Leng Ji subconsciously touched the pistol stuffed in the coat, the stack of coins was casually stuffed into the other pocket by her, and her slender fingers could tell which pistol was her usual use by touch, and just held the pistol that came out of the medical bureau, Leng Ji remembered that there seemed to be no bullets in it.

Damn it......

After a pause, Leng Ji casually picked up the pistol next to him, there were still blood stains on it, and it had not completely dried up, and the coagulated blood stained Leng Ji's hands, which was estimated to have just been pulled out of Dahan's subordinates by Leng Ji.

Could it be his accomplice? Out of the corner of his eye, he unconsciously glanced at the big man lying on the ground, looking at his embarrassed appearance now lying on the ground, and gritted his teeth in the cold season.

It's really dead and doesn't rest.

It has begun to habitually open the insurance, and the cold season continues to look vigilantly in the direction of the exit of the yard. Jay's blood was still on the ground, and the slender blood stains were like a guide to the unknown, which always gave the cold season a shocking feeling. His ears moved slightly, and the footsteps did not come any closer, as if he were merely wandering in the alley outside the courtyard, wandering back and forth in his way without hurry.

Listening to the sound of those footsteps slowly moving away, and gradually approaching, it seems that someone is repeating the same action, and listening carefully, the cold season only hears the footsteps of one person.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Ji stood in place with a gun for a while, the wind was blowing, and the people outside the door seemed to have no intention of coming in, their hair fluttered slightly with the wind, and the silver hair looked extremely soft in the light of the moon.

Is it your own delusion?

Standing in place, Leng Ji never dared to put down the gun in his hand, and the nerves that had just relaxed tightened up again with this episode, staring at the door, Leng Ji took a step slowly.

Looking at the six roads, but always kept quiet, the surroundings are still calm, stepping on the leaves on the ground in the cold season, stepping on every step crisply, paused, and took two steps in the cold season only to find that he was not far from the exit.

Through a deep corridor, Leng Ji walked back to the door of this house, the red brick wall still stood quietly, the wide wall blocked the view to the left, a large area of red bricks covered the view, Leng Ji carefully watched to her left, worried that something would suddenly jump out where she couldn't see.

With a bang, something suddenly hit the ground.

Leng Ji was so frightened that almost the whole person jumped up, and the hand holding the gun shook with this sound, and the next moment, after reacting, the pistol was held more firmly by her.

Standing behind the wall for a while, unexpectedly no one came to disturb her, Leng Ji squinted her eyes and cautiously poked her head behind the wall.

A rickety body walked in the box with a heavy jar of wine, there was no light, only the faint moonlight illuminated the road in front of him, the wide sunflower fan was pinned behind his waist, and he staggered step by step on the uneven ground.

Leng Ji watched him staggering and carefully carrying the wine to a small cart, and then looked around, there was no one else on the road.

It turned out to be the old man......

Again, the cold season exhaled.

"Hey," the old man's hoarse voice came from the other side of the brick wall, "come and help my old man." ”