Returning from Ye Yang Qingyan, Chen Xing fell into deep thought again.

Why did Ye Yang Qingyan help him? The reasons do not seem sufficient. Except for making him kneel and not kneeling, no conditions were proposed. This is very abnormal, even the first family of Greyhorn City can't just lose a loyal town-level guard.

You must know that the town-level powerhouse is the cornerstone of humanity's fight against mutated creatures, and even if they commit a serious crime, they will not be easily dealt with. The Ye Yang family may have more than a dozen town-guard-level powerhouses, and even lord-level ones, but each powerhouse is an important resource of the family, and it is impossible to lose it easily.

What is Ye Yang Qingyan's idea?

Chen Xing wanted to break his skull, but he didn't figure it out.

In the middle of the night, Ye Yang Qingyan knocked on Chen Xing's door and signaled that he could act. Although Chen Xing didn't think clearly about the stakes, since the other party proposed such a plan, let's go and take a look and act at the opportunity.

When she came to Ye Yang Qingyan's room, the middle-aged female guard tilted her head and lay on the sofa. With his eyes closed, his nose snoring slightly, and he seemed to be sleeping deeply. The clasps on the chest are opened, and when you look from above, you can see the chestnut skin inside, healthy and shiny. Further down, a deep ravine comes into view, rising and falling with the rhythm of breathing.

On the small table next to it were several uncorked bottles of red wine, as well as two goblets with red residue visible.

"Let's do it, I poured her two bottles of red wine, and she was as drunk as a sow." Ye Yang Qingyan said.

The female guard's breathing was very steady, and she didn't see anything unusual. Moreover, Chen Xing did not feel the danger. In other words, nine times out of ten, this thing is true.

"What are you waiting for?"

Ye Yang Qingyan urged. Chen Xing glanced left and right, and after making sure that there was no ambush again, he took out the cleaving knife from his clothes.

The sharp blade flickered in the cold light under the orange-red lamp, and a chill arose. There is no doubt that as long as a knife is stabbed, blood will be splattered. The sleeping female guard raised her head, her hands outstretched, and placed them on the armrests on both sides, her chest held high, as if she was taking the initiative to meet the knife.

"Go in from here, and then twist it......" Ye Yang Qingyan said, pointing to the position under the ribs.

Chen Xing shook the handle of the knife, his palms were a little sweaty, and his breathing became uncontrollable. As long as he goes down with a knife, he can get out of the sea of bitterness and see Yeyang Bailiu and Suna......

The land of tenderness seems to be close at hand, and you can reach out and touch it.

However, he was slow to do so. Killing an innocent, powerless woman made him feel extremely struggling. This kind of thing is too much. Even if he doesn't have much sense of glory in his heart, his moral bottom line is similar to that of an ordinary mercenary, pursuing the rules of the wilderness, the law of the jungle, and the interests first.

But at this moment, he really hesitated.

Ye Yang Qingyan didn't disturb him, and waited quietly beside him. The room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of needles hitting the ground.

It seemed like the only chance he had to go back, for the sake of his woman, for the sake of his own development, he didn't have much choice.

Thinking like this, he slowly stepped forward, pressed his left hand on the opponent's chest, and moved the tip of the knife to the underside of the ribs, as long as he used force, he could stab in. The elasticity and heat of the hands are returned, and the heart beats slowly.

"Hoo ......"

He exhaled deeply and gripped the hilt again, ready to exert force. But at this moment, the afterglow from the corner of his eye swept to Ye Yang Qingyan's eyes.

Sparks flickered in his dark eyes.

Cunning, smug, contemptuous.

In an instant, he understood the other party's intentions. There is no trap here, and with this knife, he can kill this innocent woman 100%.

Ye Yang Qingyan's purpose was not to kill his people, but to kill his heart and destroy his soul. Because only in this way will Ye Yang Bailiu really give up on him.

There are things to do, and there are things to do. Even if it is an ant, he is also an ant that stands on the top of the sky. He has been a human being for three lifetimes and has experienced countless things, but he has never done anything with a guilty conscience.

Once he becomes a thief, even if no one knows, he himself knows that he is a thief who steals people's things. There is no money, you can earn, you have no strength, you can exercise, but without the heart of the strong, it is completely ruined.

Under Ye Yang Qingyan's strange gaze, Chen Xing withdrew the knife and put it back into his clothes. He has completely come to his senses, even if he really kills people and destroys his personality with his own hands, Ye Yang Qingyan may not be able to take him away.

The laws of the world are not so easy to break. Even Nova didn't dare to cross it, why should they? At least now, with his and Ye Yang Qingyan's abilities, he can't do it. Rather than that, why do something that goes against your conscience.

And even if you really want to do it, you do it in a dignified manner. The winner lives, the loser dies, and life and death are determined by the destiny of heaven.

"I appreciate your kindness."

After speaking, Chen Xing strode out of the room. The cool breeze blowing through the walkway was refreshing. It's as if you've just gone through a big battle and finally won over your opponent. Exhaustion is hearty and happy. Suddenly, it was as if some shackle had broken in his body, and the torrent of bursting embankments rushed to the limbs and bones, opening up a new world.

Quietly, the shattered spirit pools recombined to form a larger pool.

In the choice of faith, he broke through the boundaries and reached the second level of tower building.

Looking at Chen Xing's departing back, Ye Yang Qingyan's face became extremely complicated.

"Sister, is this the person you chose?" She muttered in a low voice, her expression glazed over, her eyes foggy.

The moment Chen Xing turned around, her heart was beating fast, as if something was rushing inside, about to jump out of her chest. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of "thump", and her breathing became rapid. She also drank a lot of red wine just now. Originally, she drank well, but I don't know why, the strength of the wine came up all of a sudden.

Under the influence of alcohol, her face turned red, and there was a burst of heat from the roots of her ears, and a feeling of dizziness hit her, and she almost couldn't stand steadily. She hurriedly reached out to hold the wine cabinet next to her, but her body was weak and weak, as if her strength had been drained in an instant. It took all his strength to barely stand still, and not a single butt fell to the ground.

She stumbled to the door, slammed it shut, locked it, leaning her back against the door and gasping for breath. As if he had lost all his strength, he slid down with his back against the door panel and sat on the ground.

"Chen Xing, I hate you, I hate you......"

She muttered in distraction, her eyes hollow, like a soulless puppet.