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No one heard, and the whispers of Leng Ji's mouth drifted away in the wind, and a sly light flashed in his eyes and disappeared into the darkness.

The stunned expression stained his face, the black eyes of the cold season stared at him, the blade cut through his clothes and seeped into the flesh, the blood-colored water beads overflowed from the skin little by little, and more and more blood beads overflowed from the wound, the pain made him gasp violently, and the air instantly filled his lungs, at this moment, Dahan's body realized that he had retreated, and the pain overflowed from his feet to his chest all over his body, and he barely took half a step back with all his strength.

The hand grabbed the dagger in the cold season, the muscles in the hand strained, and pushed the dagger out of his chest, the blade slashed out of his chest along his movements, and the blood that lost its resistance flowed out more unscrupulously.

A stumbling, severe pain made a burly man unable to even stand on his feet, and he could only watch his body fall backwards uncontrollably. With a panicked expression, his hands grabbed around randomly, his eyes skimmed over the dagger in Leng Ji's hand, and a trace of clarity flashed in his cloudy eyes, and the seemingly flustered movements concealed his purpose.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, she grabbed Leng Ji's wrist holding the dagger, and her fingertips pressed on the intersection of the joints, and for a moment, Leng Ji's fingers couldn't exert force, and the dagger fell from her hand to the ground.

Leng Ji was suddenly pulled hard by him, as if he was stunned in an instant, his body could only follow the strength of Dahan's hand, and his body fell backwards in his direction.

There was a flash of brightness in his eyes, and the big man seemed to see a sign that he could regain the upper hand.

A subtle joy rushed to my head, and in my head I thought of a solution in an instant. As he thought, his body didn't seem to be so stiff, his back was clinging to the cracked dirt, his brown stained his clothes, and his cold face enlarged in front of him, and his face couldn't hide his panicked expression.

Hum.

Dahan sneered in his heart, the strength in his hand was even greater, and his thick fingers held Leng Ji's slender wrist, as if he could break her hand with a single force in the next moment.

At this moment, the control he grasped in an instant made Dahan forget the pain in his body, the strength in his hands was still the same, and his consciousness was not affected by the pain at all.

With this strength, Dahan thought in his heart that as long as he turned her body around with force, and then choked her neck when he controlled her, even if he didn't have a weapon now, Dahan felt that it was not impossible to win.

Besides, the big man glanced at Leng Ji's right hand, the dagger had fallen to the ground, and now Leng Ji was just like himself, unarmed, and, compared to himself, he was powerless.

The more he thought about it, the more Dahan felt that he had regained the advantage, and he grabbed the hand on the wrist of the cold season and did not let it go, but instead worked hard from the bones, expecting to turn the cold season over all at once and turn his back to himself.

Before he had time to do more, he only felt that there was a cold object against his chest, and the pain on his chest hurt because of the cold touch, and the pain came back, as if it was a pain that could not be forgotten, the big man subconsciously lowered his head, and through the faint moonlight, he could only see the metal-like strip on his chest.

The black metal shimmered slightly, it was the reflected moonlight appearance, the big man grabbed Leng Ji's wrist, and the next moment he realized what it was, his fingers were stiff and hard, and his expression didn't have time to show panic, only his fingers were used to blindly carrying out the movements of the previous moment.

It's too late.

Such a word popped up in the head of the big man. The pistol didn't know when it had been opened, his index finger was pressed on the trigger, the muzzle was aimed at his heart, and behind him was the wide ground, and in this way, he almost sealed all his retreat. Now, he can go to God whenever he wants.

"You were okay in the first place?" said the big man through gritted teeth, and there was a fierce hint in his eyes, but that couldn't hide his chattering teeth when he opened his mouth.

He was scared.

The cold season is clear at a glance.

His lips trembled, and the air flow exhaled from it, like mercy before death, Leng Ji opened his mouth, and was about to answer Dahan's question, Leng Ji looked into his eyes, and looked at him with a subtle hope in his eyes, involuntarily, the corners of his mouth curved.

Gunshots rang out from underneath him.

The picture is frozen at the moment when Leng Ji opens his mouth, followed by the convulsions caused by the bullet piercing his heart, the big man did not hear Leng Ji's answer until he died, the blood flowed out of his chest, flowing down the place that was originally separated by the dagger, and when he opened his eyes, he neither got an answer nor could he close it.

Call.

After a long pause, the cold season stopped continuing this embarrassed posture, holding on to the brown dirt with his hands, supporting the ground with both hands, and standing up again.

Really, a dangerous game.

Fortunately, she pushed the pistol safety away when she just sat on the ground, otherwise, this time it was herself who was lying on the ground.

Holding his hair in his hand, he took off the hat that had been torn a long time ago, shook his hair, and the long hair was scattered in an instant, and a beautiful arc was crossed in the air, and a few silver hairs fell to the ground, and the cold season took the opportunity to look around, there was no one, and there was nothing suspicious.

After a pause, he stood there for a while, calmed his heartbeat, and then put his eyes back on Dahan in the cold season.

The eyes were wide open, and the cloudy pupils had rolled over the eyelids, leaving only a patch of white. Seeing that he still had a pre-death expression, a look of horror was imprinted on his face, and the convulsions before death made this expression even more unnatural.

I don't know who said that most of the people who were killed by him couldn't close their eyes, Leng Ji thought to himself, and then looked at his eyes that couldn't close anymore, and sighed.

Probably, it's retribution.

It doesn't seem too appropriate to say that it is retribution. This is a world of the jungle.

His gaze remained on his face, and he was surprised to find that there were many subtle wrinkles on his face.

Originally, he had nothing to do with him, and there shouldn't have been no reason to kill each other,-for-tat until he died, but now that he thinks about it, the cold season is suddenly a little confused, if he hadn't noticed himself in the yard, or if he had just had a wrong inference for a while, would it be himself who hung up now.

After a pause, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, and finally showed a sneer, as if he was mocking himself and as if he was mocking him, and finally he could only sigh, squatted down, bent over, and reached out to close his eyes.

The hot wind swept through the courtyard, not bringing the scent of osmanthus flowers from the next yard, but blowing the leaves from the branches to the ground.

Finally, it was all settled.

Squinted, Leng Ji looked along the blood stains on the ground, the exit of the yard, between a pile of fallen leaves.

I always feel that I am inexplicably depressed.