A man in the unfinished building held an iron rod and swung it at Feng Jing's head, and Feng Jing stretched out his right hand upward, as if he wanted to block the split iron rod with his palm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But just as everyone was laughing, his right wrist turned to the right, blocking the iron rod from the side, and then turned a half circle to the right, reaching the height of his armpit and grasping the iron rod steadily. Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene, and the unfinished building suddenly returned to the dead silence of the past.

The corners of Feng Jing's mouth twitched back again, and the iron rod was pulled over, and the iron rod left the man and flew towards another man opposite the man. The man wielding the iron rod leaned towards Feng Jing's side, and when the man was about to return to his original position and stand upright, a face with the corners of his mouth twitching back appeared in front of him, almost kissing, and before he could be surprised, his chest collapsed, and then flew backwards.

When, bang, two sounds. The man who had been stabbed with an iron rod fell to the ground, blood spurted out of his stomach, and the iron rod rolled on the ground. The person who was hit by Feng Jing flew far away, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell as the pillar fell.

"Where is Chen Yan?" Feng Jing was still expressionless, scanning his surroundings.

Everyone looked at the two people who had fallen to the ground and fainted, looking at each other, not daring to move.

Feng Jing walked towards a man in front of him, who was forced into a dead corner with an iron rod: "You want to do it?" ”

"Where is Chen Yan?"

The man grabbed the iron rod and swept it horizontally towards Feng Jing, Feng Jing stared at the man and stretched out his right hand and grabbed the iron rod: "Look for death." Feng Jing held the iron rod in his hand, and then inserted it into the man's stomach, and when the blood spurted out, Feng Jing came to another shirtless man, pinching his neck and holding him in the air.

The man who was stuck in the iron rod vomited a mouthful of blood, and his head hung down, but it did not fall, and the iron rod was inserted into his body and nailed to the wall, and the man's body hung on the wall. When the gangsters saw this scene, they couldn't help but have a sour taste in their mouths, they hadn't seen such a scene for so many years, and their intestines and blood flowed out together.

There was an uproar, and everyone dropped the iron rods and scattered, leaving only three people lying on the ground, the man who was pinched by Feng Jing and the five Feng Jing.

"Where's the girl?" Feng Jing slowly twisted and pinched the man's neck, the man screamed, and everyone shouted to run away.

"In-ah-ah-in the basement, ah-" The man screamed and squinted his eyes to the floor, his hands trying to remove Feng Jing's right hand.

As soon as Feng Jing withdrew his hand, the man fell and sat on the ground, stroking his neck and panting.

Feng Jing glanced around, then turned around and walked in the direction of the stairs. Suddenly, a bright light flashed behind him, and with the sound of the wind, an iron rod swung down Feng Jing's head. At the thrilling moment, I saw Feng Jing's eyes slanted to the right, and then his body also fell to the right, and the iron rod was in the air. The man behind him was about to retract the iron rod and attack again, but unfortunately God didn't give him another chance, Feng Jing's back was already leaning on his chest, in a posture of being embraced.

Feng Jing has a habit every time he kills someone, and I don't know when it was formed, but I saw the corners of his mouth twitching back again, looking like he was smiling but not smiling. Poon, a loud bang came from behind Feng Jing, and for a moment I saw that the body of the man behind him was seriously deformed, flying backwards, hitting the farthest pillar, and his body was almost rotten.

Then, the man's body slipped and fell downstairs.

Not long after the man fell, another man's scream was heard downstairs, and the scream soared into the sky, waking up the quiet night.

Feng Jing turned around and disappeared on the floor, like a Japanese ninja casting a stealth technique, like a devil or a god who disappeared to hide his identity from being discovered.

Feng Jing appeared on the basement floor, like an elf casting a magic spell, with a lot of magical colors. He listened carefully to the movements around him, and finally stopped on the right, turned and walked to the right, and he heard the voice of a girl, a voice muttering not to come.

He came to an iron door, looked at the doorknob that was locked with iron chains, stretched out his hand, and twisted it slightly, and the chain broke and slid down the door.

Chen Yan hid naked in the corner and shivered, his cheeks were red, and there were palm prints printed one by one, bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his hair was fluffy like a beggar on the street, no, not even a beggar, at least the beggar still had a piece of clothing to cover his shame.

Chen Yan heard someone walking towards him, tightened his feet tighter, hugged his knees and trembled vigorously, not daring to raise his head.

"." Feng Jing's face finally had an expression at this moment, his expression was extremely angry, and a person who didn't scold and foul-mouthed made an exception at this moment, in front of a poor girl with no clothes on.

Feng Jing took off his little coat as he walked towards Chen Yan, squatted in front of her and slowly covered her.

Chen Yan pushed and kicked Feng Jing over, with a mouth in his mouth: "Don't, don't come over, please." Then tears flowed down her cheeks, and she cried to the floor.

"Chen Yan, Chen Yan, it's me, it's okay, I'm Feng Jing." Feng Jing cupped Chen Yan's cheeks with both hands to let her see herself clearly.

"Feng Jing, Feng Jing, wow wow-" Chen Yan didn't care whether he was naked or not, and when he saw Feng Jing's familiar face, he threw himself on him and cried bitterly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Feng Jing hugged her petite body and whispered in her ear.

Chen Yan's spirit gradually sobered up, and he felt that his back was cold and shuoshuo by Feng Jing. Just now, my body began to warm up because of the cold, and the pain in my lower body gradually subsided.

"What do you do?" Chen Yan pushed Feng Jing away, and Chen Yan, who had come to his senses, returned to reality, without the joy he had when he first saw Feng Jing, and turned to be wary of Feng Jing. Chen Yan propped his palm on the floor and stepped back, took two steps back as if he realized something, grabbed the cover of the small coat that slipped on the board and put it on his body, covering his lower body and revealing it.

When a person is shy or impulsive, people always make irrational choices, maybe they don't know what to say, such as Chen Yan at that moment, she could have shrunk up, her knees with her twin peaks, and her small coat covering her lower body.

Feng Jing looked at Chen Yan's appearance, the corners of his mouth habitually twitched back, and said with a smile: "Heal you, it's okay, let's go to the hospital." Feng Jing saw that Chen Yan's face had improved, and he could clearly understand what shyness was, so he didn't plan to give her luck treatment again.

"Heal?" Chen Yan's eyes stared at Feng Jing's eyes, as if he didn't understand what the word healing meant.

Feng Jing casually ripped off his T-shirt, covered Chen Yan's upper body, and then bent over and held Chen Yan in his arms, his movements were coherent and coherent, as if he usually practiced this hand: "Let's go back." ”

Chen Yan struggled and shouted in his arms, but after shouting and struggling for a while, he stopped shouting and no longer struggling, nestled in his arms, so close and so real. Real life is a dream, and this moment is a spring dream in a dream, which makes people wander.

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