"Y-ha!" The killer was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Isn't it funny?" Yan Murong looked at the white killer with blonde hair and asked strangely.

"You think you're still alive?" A playful smile hung on the corner of the killer's mouth, and he looked at Yan Murong and said. "You'd better think about your partner - if you don't want something to happen to your partner, you'd better let me go."

Hearing the killer's words, Yan Murong was shocked.

The situation was urgent just now, and when Yan Murong jumped up and knocked down this killer, he only thought about subduing him quickly, but he forgot that the other party was two people, and now there was one.

"Stupid!" Yan Murong couldn't help but curse herself.

Indeed, he didn't consider the number of people on the other side at all just now, and now he found out that it was too late.

"You're stupid."

There was a rustling sound behind him, and then, a piece of corn was opened, and a man in a black leather coat put Teng Xiangling in front of him, put his arm around Teng Xiangling's neck with one hand, and put a gun against her head with the other, and walked towards Yan Murong.

"It is very impolite and irrational to leave such a beautiful lady alone." The man said with a smile, then looked at the killer who was limp on the ground, and asked. "Two, how are you?"

"I can't die for a while." When Number Two saw his companion coming, he cracked his mouth and laughed, but the smile was cruel.

"One, leave me alone, kill him."

"No, no, no." Number One shook his head and said. "Although I am a killer, I have been a soldier - my commander has taught me not to abandon my companion - whether he is alive or not, he cannot be abandoned."

"Now, let's play a game of hostage swapping, shall we?" No. 1 Tian pursed his lips, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I think you'll agree, won't you?"

"I love this game." Yan Murong said with a smile.

If he was alone, then these two killers would have gone to see their god a long time ago, so how could they have time to play a hostage-swapping game with him here? It's just that now Teng Xiangling was caught by others to threaten him, and he had to give in.

"Good, it seems that we share a common hobby." Number One nodded. "Now, please pick up my companion and send him over."

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to cuddling with men." Yan Murong shook his head desperately. "It's going to make me feel weird - why don't you come and take him away yourself?"

"Friend, you're breaking the rules of the game." No. 1 looked at Yan Murong and said.

"You're mistaken." Yan Murong said defensively. "I'm really not used to hugging men, I don't think you like it either, right? - You can shoot me now, but, I promise, your companion will die at the same time. ”

No. 1 originally thought so, but when he heard Yan Murong's words, he dispelled this thought.

He had been a soldier, and even now he was a killer, but some creeds were still unwilling to change.

For example, he just didn't want to leave his companions behind. In this way, it also gave Yan Murong the opportunity to delay.

"Where did these bastards go, they took guns and shot for a long time, and they fought for half a day, why didn't they come?" Yan Murong secretly scolded Li Chuang and Luo Chun in his heart, these two bodyguards, who were too incompetent.

For a moment, the scene fell into an awkward atmosphere, and neither of them spoke, just looked at each other quietly.

"Murong, leave me alone, you go quickly, their target is not me." Teng Xiangling suddenly shouted.

"He can't go." No. 1's arm tightened again, forcing Teng Xiangling to shut his mouth.

"I'm not leaving." Yan Murong shook his head, looked at Teng Xiangling seriously and said. "In the evening, my second uncle also told me that our Yan family has never had a merciless person - you are my woman, I failed to protect you and you were my dereliction of duty, if I run away now, I will not be poked in the back and scolded in the future, it is really not worth it. Besides, it's not certain who will die in the end. ”

"Hehe, I thought that the men in Huaxia didn't know what Lang Man was." Number One laughed. "It turns out that you're also a person who understands Lang Man—but don't you think the current occasion is not suitable for Lang Man?"

"It really doesn't fit." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Then you can find a way to come out."

"It's simple, let's step back together." Number One thought for a moment and said. "To show my sincerity, I will release your woman first, and as for my companion, I will go over and take him myself."

"Yes, that's a good idea." Yan Murong nodded, thought for a moment, and asked again. "You have a gun in your hand, what if you shoot me?"

“――”

No. 1 couldn't wait to shoot Yan Murong's head right now.

Damn--why are you so smart, you just need to know it, why do you have to say it, it's really annoying.

Indeed, No. 1 thinks like this, it doesn't matter if Teng Xiangling is released first, at least they have a gun in their hands, can they run faster than bullets?

However, his abacus failed, and Yan Murong directly pierced his little bit of caution.

He is not a fool, and Yan Murong is not a fool, if Yan Murong can't guess this idea, then he will find a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Well, for the sake of my companions, I show my sincerity again." As he spoke, No. 1 actually threw the gun in his hand far away, but the arm of the card owner Teng Xiangling's neck was replaced with a palm, and he firmly choked Teng Xiangling's neck.

"Is this called sincerity?" Yan Murong pursed his lips disdainfully. "Don't think I don't know you have a gun on your waist."

"You're a smart man - I apologize to you for what you just said, you're not stupid." No. 1 was not embarrassed by Yan Murong's debunking, and after smiling, he reached for his back waist, took out a pistol and threw it out vigorously.

"Now, my sincerity is enough, right?"

"Well, throw the knife in your lap too." Yan Murong said with a pouting at No. 1's leg.

No. 1 was silent, but still according to Yan Murong's words, he lifted his leg up, took out a sharp saber with silver light from his trouser leg, and threw it out with a flick of his hand.

This son of a son asks for a lot.

"Well, I see your sincerity."

As he spoke, Yan Murong began to retreat, and only stood down after stepping back ten meters.

"Let them go."

"No problem, my friend." No. 1 said with a smile, and then let go of Teng Xiangling very keptly.

Teng Xiangling was free, and he didn't care about wearing high heels, so he ran towards Yan Murong, and No. 1 also walked over to his companion.

"Okay, it's okay, isn't it going well?" Yan Murong hugged Teng Xiangling, who threw himself into his arms, smiled and comforted. "It's okay now, let's go."

"Hmm." Teng Xiangling nodded obediently.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you can leave."

No. 1's voice came again, and as soon as Yan Murong turned around, he found that he was already standing beside his companion, and what was terrible was that he still had a gun in his hand - a small palm thunder.