Xu Xia's expression was really serious, and Shen Cang's heartbeat was disturbed for a moment.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Xu Xia smiled suddenly, the tails of his eyes were hooked, and he looked a little crimson, "Do you smell it?" Floral taste. ”

Shen Cang was stunned, and his nose really moved, sniffing.

Then retched, a little unbearable.

The flavor is even bigger than before.

So his tone was very confused, "It's so stinky, where does the fragrance of flowers come from?" ”

Xu Xia sighed and looked at his stupid son's eyes, "Plum blossom." ”

She spat out two words lightly, turned around, fell back, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

With one leg crossed and one hand resting on his knee, the posture is idle.

Shen Cang paused, and didn't react, what the hell is this plum blossom fragrance?

Is there really something wrong with his sense of smell?

Seeing him standing there stupidly, Xu Xia moved his neck, "Come and sit for a while, or if you really can't be idle, you can go to the window and take a look." ”

The old god was there, and she grabbed an apple and bit it down, without washing it.

Shen Cang glared at her and walked over to the window.

The iron window, the red rust on it is obvious, and only one crack is exposed, just enough to take in the outside scene.

There were many shadows, and a few figures came out of it.

A man stood in the middle of the street, with a cigarette between his fingers, swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

Opposite him, there were more than a dozen people, supporting each other, faintly confronting each other, and secluded in the lower hand.

"Boss, we've been tricked! This guy is a madman! "I've been shot several times, and the wound is still bleeding, but it's okay, standing there, high up.

The wounded man clutched his shoulders, his face gloomy, hiding anxiety and worry.

Along with several other men, he was guarding in front of a tall man.

The man quietly raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat.

With the light on his back, most of his face was hidden, revealing only a pale jaw.

He pursed his lips, his face was bloodless, sickly pale, but his lips were red like blood.

The owl's gaze looked at the other side, his hand covering his lower abdomen, and blood was still oozing out, sliding out of his fingers and dripping again.

The light was blinding, and he narrowed his eyes in discomfort.

I saw the figure on the opposite side stepping on a plastic bucket, holding a cigarette in one hand, and his face was blurred.

The fierce cold wind blew the hem of his coat, and he was in high spirits.

It was clearly summer, and he was wrapped in a black trench coat and wrapped tightly all over his body.

But it doesn't feel strange.

"Do you still want to run?" He spat out a smoke ring and asked faintly, but the tone was inaudible.

The man stood in front of his boss, clenched his fist, and suddenly turned his head back, his expression resolute beyond doubt.

He whispered, "Boss, this place is too evil, and there is that madman here, so it is really not appropriate to stay for a long time." ”

"You withdraw first, we will cover, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!"

The man known as the boss frowned, raised his hand and pressed the wound on his lower abdomen, his face full of irritability, and he coughed.

"Lao Tzu has escaped from the wilderness in this life, either I will die or he will die!"

As he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce, and there was endless killing intent lurking.

The man on the other side laughed, mocking, and sighing.

The fingertips rubbed over the hot barrel of the gun in his hand, and he slowly loaded it.

Seeing this, a few people over there hurriedly surrounded their boss airtightly, and their nerves tensed.

Hold your breath.

He raised his lips and pointed the muzzle of the gun, as if laughing at the incompetence of several people.

Fingers slowly and slowly pressed down.

Just a little bit, the trigger is about to pull the internal firing pin.

But he didn't go any further.

The palm is slender, the fingers are distinct, and the palm has a rough and thin cocoon that cannot be ignored.

In the faint light, you can see the tattoo on the tail finger, which is the first quarter of the moon, cyan and very sharp.

Shen Cang's pupils shrank.

He saw the man's face, very familiar, but also very unfamiliar.

It was the owner of the barbecue restaurant, Uncle Lin.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, both by surprise and by shock.

At this time, Boss Lin's hand began to move.

He stretched out his arms and aimed them at the man who was guarding the boss.

"Bang-" exploded.

The man was shot in the heart, but instead of falling down immediately, he staggered back several steps according to his inertia before falling headlong to the ground.

Lying on top of the sticky blood, his body convulsed and lost his life, and he died without looking at it, with an incredible.

Boss Lin lightly withdrew the gun, stopped his waist, and pulled down the hood behind him with one hand to cover his angry eyebrows.

He prefers to grill two skewers of pork belly plainly than to kill all sides, listening to the oil juice bursting and exploding, and his heart is relaxed.

"Dog minion."

He scoffed.

One person died on the other side, and the atmosphere seemed even more tense.

The man known as the boss, his eyes were already drowning in the dark quagmire, and he waved away the few people who were in front of him.

He looked straight at Boss Lin.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, his voice hoarse as if it had been burned by fire, full of gritty.

Boss Lin grinned, his smile was bloody, "The one who killed you." ”

The man shook his head, he didn't feel murderous, only the humiliation of a cat playing with a mouse.

His eyes moved slightly, and he saw the crescent moon tattoo on Boss Lin's tail finger, and his heart was shocked.

"You're from the waning moon?" He asked, with certainty.

Boss Lin shook his head, touched the tattoo with some nostalgia, and pulled the corners of his mouth apart.

Suddenly, I was very irritable.

"This game can be over." He exhaled the last puff of smoke, tossed the cigarette butt in his hand, and ran the soles of his feet over, and the smell of tobacco instantly dispersed into the air.

And the faint smell of gunpowder mixed with a hint of fishy sweetness.

Boss Lin instantly burst out like a cheetah, pointed his gun at the front, and even saved his aiming, and shot out with a bang.

There was a fall in front of him.

Including the boss, until death with disbelief.

Boss Lin's eyebrows were lazy, and he casually dismantled the pistol into a pile of parts, threw it into the air, and fell to the ground one after another.

Some rolled into the sewers, some got stuck in the cracks of the floor tiles, and some disappeared into the darkness.

He struck a match, opened a bottle of wine, and threw both forwards at the same time.

Then he turned his back lightly and walked slowly.

Behind him, a fire dragon suddenly rose three meters high, burning the corpses on the ground.

The whole process takes no more than five minutes.

"You already knew?" Shen Cang looked at Xu Xia deeply, his eyes were obscure.

Xu Xia nodded indifferently, and the apple happened to be gnawed so that only the core remained.

"Occasionally, you can witness one, expand your horizons, and cultivate your sentiments."

Shen Cang's face became extremely ugly, "This is the life of the grass Kan!" ”

He yelled.

Xu Xia stared at him with a smile and didn't say a word.

(To be continued)