Under the moonlit night, bits of dust rose up, like the sand and dust raised by a peerless master stepping on the desert, all the way from where he had stood on the weekend to the entrance.

When I was on the bank of the river before, it took less than two seconds to put the down on the weekend, and although the white ghost was far away at the time, he also took a look.

He is the lucky one who picked up his life from the hands of the female goblin Li Guanfei, and in his opinion, the current force value of the weekend may not be lower than that of the female goblin, so when the three security guards suddenly appeared, he couldn't help but shoot, and he wanted to kill the three security guards as quickly as possible, because the three security guards affected the confrontation between him and the weekend.

Bai Gu knew very well that as long as his speed was slow, he was likely to be put down by the weekend, so almost at the same time as the security guard spoke, his gun fired three bullets in succession, and the bullets were not missing, and a peanut-sized gun hole appeared on the foreheads of the three security guards, and then fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The three security guards are so pitiful, they are just routine patrols tonight, and unfortunately they met the white ghost, the devil who kills people with guns, and they don't know what happened until they die.

The white ghost thought that he had eliminated the three security guards fast enough to continue the confrontation with the weekend across a wall, but he was wrong.

In martial arts, when two peerless masters confronted each other, a leaf fell down to block the view, and the next second was a bloody explosion, not to mention that it took him several times more time to shoot three security guards than the moment when the leaves covered his eyes, at least more than three seconds.

Three seconds, enough to get close to him for the weekend.

Almost at the same time as the third gunshot fired by the white ghost in quick succession ended, another gunfire rang out suddenly.

The silver-gray pistol was obviously more powerful than the black pistol that the white ghost was currently using, and the silencer system was more advanced.

Boom!

With the sound of gunshots ringing out from the back of the white ghost's head, a bloody light rose from the back of the white ghost's head, and he himself crashed into the wall because he couldn't withstand the impact of the bullet.

The back of the white ghost's head was broken by a shot from Weekend, who was suddenly standing behind him, and he slammed into the wall in a dog-eating posture, killing with one shot, and even if he died, he couldn't look back at Weekend.

"You and the three security guards got into a shootout and ended up together." The thought flashed through Weekend's mind, and he suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at the camera in the corner.

Boom!

The camera was destroyed and walked downstairs on weekend.

Ten minutes later, Weekend appeared at the door of Deng Ziwei's room, and Deng Ziwei's room was stuck on him, so he easily got into the room.

The room is luxurious, and the door opens to the large living room, and the screen of the flat-screen TV glows blue, making the dark living room shrouded in gray.

In the haze, Weekend noticed a black skirt on the sofa, and the skirt was pressed with the woman's close-fitting small clothes and small pants.

How is it a fire meteor?

Although I didn't have a chance to see the Meteor wearing this pair of tights on the weekend, I remember that the skirt was wearing this black sundress tonight.

Thinking about it, I noticed that the bathroom connected to the living room was lit on the weekend.

This room is a couple's room, so the glass door of the bathroom is translucent glass, and a corner of the bathroom can be faintly seen through the golden light.

The naked woman is facing away from the weekend, under the golden light, the slender legs are tightly together, the two hips are firm and huge, the waist is slender, the back is smooth and snow-white, the woman's hair is coiled high, exposing her neck, smooth and white, like a beautiful jade carving.

The bathroom was covered with water vapor, everything was hazy, as if the beauty in the bath was a fairy bathing in the Tianhe, with gestures, revealing the unconcealable softness and moving.

It was the fire meteor in the bathroom, and at this moment, she was talking on the phone, her voice soft, as seductive as her beautiful body, delicate and at the same time a little magnetic.

"Mr. Wang, it's really hard for a girl to be a girl, so you can help me sign the list......"

"Drinking with you? Okay, but I'm in Shuicheng now, and I'll accompany Mr. Wang when I go back to Cannes......"

"Where is the water city? I'm at a class reunion, ah, I have a male classmate I like, but people don't care about me......"

On weekends, it seems that Huo Meteor always seduces men like this, so, although this woman's body is very seductive, he lost his desire to voyeur, and under the pressure of the evil fire in his heart, he sneaked into Deng Ziwei's room.

Before today, Deng Ziwei, an old high school classmate, had long been forgotten by the weekend, after all, there had been no contact for nearly four years, and Deng Ziwei belonged to the kind of introverted girl in high school. So much so that on weekends, even Deng Ziwei dropped out of school because she was pregnant in high school and married an old man in her forties.

For Deng Ziwei, the weekend is more sympathetic, sympathetic to what happened to her at the beginning, sympathetic to her mother who is less than twenty years old, of course, more because Deng Ziwei's previous injuries are directly related to the weekend.

Why did the and the white ghost come to kill themselves, it is not clear on the weekend, but one thing is for sure, the and the white ghost are here for the weekend, and Deng Ziwei will not provoke these two killers.

The bedroom door was not locked, and it was easy to enter the room on weekends.

The room was dimly lit with only a bedside lamp, but just enough to see everything in the room.

Deng Ziwei lying on the bed was still in a coma, and she looked very charming when she fell asleep, especially the two bulging balls on her chest, full and towering at the same time.

The rooms in this hotel are very well equipped, even the family medicine box is available, and the alcohol and cotton balls can be found out quickly on the weekend.

The place where Deng Ziwei was grazed by the bullet happened to be the place where she ripped open the collar and let her see it on the weekend, wanting to disinfect Deng Ziwei's wound, not to mention taking off her clothes, at least tearing off the collar.

Therefore, I had to wake up Deng Ziwei on the weekend.

Raised his hand and patted Deng Ziwei's cheek with a few spots twice, and Zhou Zhou lowered his voice and shouted: "Ziwei...... Crape myrtle ......"

A large part of Deng Ziwei's fainting was due to being stunned after being shot, so she woke up after only a few screams on the weekend.

When she opened her eyes, Deng Ziwei began to scream: "Weekend...... Come on...... Run......"

On the weekend, he was afraid that the fire meteor would hear it, so he hurriedly reached out to cover Deng Ziwei's mouth, and then made a silent gesture.

Deng Ziwei woke up and began to scream completely unconscious, as if in a dream, and when she saw that the weekend was in front of her eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, regardless of the fact that her mouth was covered by the weekend, she opened her arms and tried to hold the weekend, but because of the shoulder injury, her hand hurt as soon as she moved.

"You've got a little skin trauma." On the weekend, he let go of the hand covering Deng Ziwei's mouth, and then said, "For special reasons, I didn't send you to the hospital, and now I want to disinfect you, can you stand the pain?" ”

The reason why Deng Ziwei was not sent to the hospital on the weekend was that he had planned to kill the white ghost. Now that the white ghost is dead, he can't send Deng Ziwei to the hospital, because the death of the, the white ghost and the three security guards must have alarmed the police, and if he takes Deng Ziwei to the hospital on the weekend, let the hospital see that Deng Ziwei is a gunshot wound, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

Deng Ziwei listened to the weekend's words, paused, and nodded heavily: "I'm not afraid of pain, don't worry." ”

After seeing Deng Ziwei nodding, she put alcohol and cotton swabs on the side of the bed on the weekend.

Deng Ziwei hesitated, she ripped off the collar on her shoulder, revealing the snow white inside.

The upper end of the fragrant shoulder was covered with blood clots at this time, and it was slightly swollen, which was also due to Deng Ziwei's good physical foundation, otherwise she would have had a high fever.

"Are you ready?" deliberately didn't look at the black underwear strap hanging from Deng Ziwei's shoulder, and held a cotton ball dipped in alcohol with tweezers on the weekend, and then asked Deng Ziwei.

Alcohol is effective in disinfecting wounds, but it can also be painful.

Seeing that the weekend solemnly handed the cotton ball dipped in alcohol in front of her, Deng Ziwei, who was sitting on the bed with her legs slightly bent, looked extremely nervous, paused, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Hmm!" ”

"If you're afraid of pain, you can put your other hand on my leg." He was also sitting on the bed at this time on the weekend, and when he said this, he took Deng Ziwei's uninjured little hand to his thigh.

Deng Ziwei's hand just felt a burst of warmth when she was on her thigh on the weekend, and the unique feeling on a man's body made her cheeks slightly drunk.

At that moment, there was a chill in her shoulder, followed by a hot pain, and the weekend had already rubbed a cotton ball dipped in alcohol on her wound.

"Ah......" The pain made Deng Ziwei can't help but exhale softly, presumably she is also afraid of the fire meteor outside, so her voice is very low, as if a woman is doing that thing on the bed, and even feels a subtle impulse on the weekend.

"Bear with me, I'm rubbing the edge of the wound now, and I'll wash off the blood clot first." Suppressing the heat in his stomach, he tried to focus on the injured part of Deng Ziwei's shoulder over the weekend.

Deng Ziwei also realized that her moaning just now was a bit, so her face suddenly turned red to the root of her ears.

The action of wiping alcohol on the weekend is very gentle, and it is a bit like picking out the ears of a lover or pulling out the white hair.

However, the pain of alcohol biting on the wound can not be offset by the gentleness of the weekend, even with the surrounding blood clots, Deng Ziwei's shoulder injury is about half a palm wide, the more she wipes it in the direction of the wound on the weekend, the more she feels the pain, the little hand that is placed on the weekend's thigh, from the initial stiffness slowly softens and becomes hot, and then it becomes stronger, the five fingers pinch the weekend's leg, and the green tendons on the back of the white hand are exposed.

Finally, on the weekend, all the blood clots around the wound were wiped off, revealing the place where the bullet had been bruised, a wound the thickness of a little finger, because the blood clot was cleaned up, so the blood flowed out again.

"Bear with me, the next time is the most painful." After saying this solemnly on the weekend, he attached a clean cotton swab that had just been dipped in alcohol to the wound.

"Uh-huh......" Deng Ziwei moaned, her voice was more charming than the previous reverie, and her hand on Weekend's thigh involuntarily reached between Weekend's legs.

Coincidentally, it was not light or heavy to meet the small weekend through the pants.