Wan Qian rolled over, but the man hugged her from behind. Wan Qian couldn't help but be frightened, I don't know when he woke up, some people are more awake when they fall asleep than some people are awake, Mr. Jin is such a person.

Mr. Kim was specially trained, and it was said that some of his fellow disciples could kill people in their sleep. That man was a legend, he had only heard of it, and had never seen a real person, so it did not prevent him from admiring and worshipping that legendary figure. Mr. Kim can't do it yet, but he can be sober at any time and draw his knife out of its sheath at any time. Some people say that they are these people, but he himself never thinks so, he thinks that there has never been a place for them to have enough security, you die and I die, the weak eat the strong, the slightest carelessness will die, and anyone in such an environment will be forced to become a wolf.

The man hugged the woman with his heart, smelled the woman's hair, smelled the inexplicable body fragrance emanating from the woman's body, and the smell made him feel at ease, and he would sometimes look at the woman's face for a long time when the woman was asleep, and smell the smell from her body deeply. Once, he had the luxury of wishing that it would be better if time stood still.

After so many years, he was tired. Once upon a time, he accepted his end from the bottom of his heart. People like them really have only one end ---- death. Few of them can survive old age, death is their end, and life has become the only goal of their survival. Any task, live at all costs.

Mr. Kim sighed softly in the darkness.

There is only life and death left in life, and it is simple to say simple, and complex to say complex. It's easy to die, and if you miss, no opponent will show mercy to them. It's not easy to be alive. Yes, it's not easy to live. It's not easy, and people are willing to give up the easy.

Mr. Kim laughed at himself again in the dark. He never thinks about the meaning of life, for him the appearance is far more real than the meaning, close to life. He didn't have time to be pretentious.

There was no time, and every day of his life was counting down.

It's all counting down.

The man keeps repeating in his heart, repetition can bring memory, he wants to remember it himself, to live, not to die.

Live, not die.

Live, not die.

Sometimes he gritted his teeth and swallowed this sentence raw into his stomach, and he wanted to rub it into his blood, he ......

He is him, he has never been him, he asks for nothing, he wants nothing but to live. What can a man desperate for survival stop him?

Mr. Kim remembered the most dangerous mission he carried out, which was also himself, in Vietnam, he took the mainland, from Yunnan into the hinterland of Laos, and then arrived in Vietnam, not wanting to encounter the killers sent by the other side on the way, they handed over at the junction of Myanmar and Thailand, and they really lost both.

He thought he was going to die, his opponent was lying beside him, and he turned out from him a thin wire, a dagger, a saber, cigarettes, a pocket watch, and medicine. But there was no label on the medicine bottle, and Mr. Jin didn't know what they were treating, so he didn't dare to eat it at first, but the wound was ulcerated and inflamed, and yellow pus flowed out, emitting a foul smell, attracting a large number of flies, and Mr. Jin struggled to follow them

Small livestock fighting. He used to think that he was extremely strong, but the willpower of those flies that were bigger than bull's eyes was much more tenacious than him, they were always driven away and returned, driven away and back, again and again, tirelessly, and then Mr. Jin was dizzy and didn't know whether to sleep or faint, and when he woke up, he found that there were small white soft worms slowly wriggling in his wounds, he was so disgusted that he took out his knife and dug open the wound, but found that he had not dug deep enough, The flesh inside looked like rotten meat that had been left for a long time, and he gritted his teeth and dug a little deeper until the blade touched the hard object, and Mr. Kim realized that it was bone.

He was sweating all over his forehead, and he didn't think it hurt, because it didn't hurt at all, not at all!

When he threw the meat he had dug up to the side, there was a loud sound next to him, and Mr. Jin turned his head with difficulty, and found that the man was covered with a black cloak. But when he threw the things he had dug up from himself again, the black cloak was scattered with a bang, but soon they were gathered together, and not far away a few ravens stood on the branches and looked at him strangely, and made rough noises from their mouths, until they were sure that Mr. King seemed harmless, and one of them flew down tentatively, and landed on the man, and fought with the flies for a bite of carrion, and the beast would turn its head to look at Mr. King with each peck, as if to ask him if he could enjoy the feast to the fullest.

Mr. Kim leaned against a dead tree, predicting that in the near future he would end up like the people next to him. Fought for by these vile, weak, and crude creatures.

Death anyway.

People are going to die anyway, so why bother with time? Mr. Kim tried to sprinkle a bottle of white powder on his wound and swallowed others with saliva. The turning point came with Xingyue, and the cold wind of the night woke him up, and Mr. Jin woke up to find that his fever had subsided.

He knew he had saved his life, but he wasn't as excited as he had expected. Don't I want to live? But death is not another form of liberation!

Human life is precious, so expensive that everyone has a price.

Human life is also cheap, and sometimes it is worthless.

Mr. King got up, and some of the cowflies covered in the same kind of people next to him were too lazy to jump up with joy, and some of them were still lying greedily on the man. He took two steps, and about a hundred meters away there was a small stream, the water was clear and sweet, the source was unknown, and the destination was unknown. Mr. Kim walked into the river in the dark, and began to twitch and spasm slightly from the water on the flesh of his feet, as if something was climbing up his pores. Mr. Jin retracted his feet, and after a while he tried slightly, until the water submerged his knees, he leaned down and picked up a handful of water with both hands, and then put the water into his mouth, first taking a sip, Mr. Jin felt that he had never drunk such sweet water, and he was so moved that he wanted to cry, and then the whole person sat in it, gulping the river water until his whole body was soaked in the river water.

When he came out, he felt much better.

that

It was the closest Mr. Jin was to death, and since then he has become more ruthless than before, people die nine times in their lives, and there is only one chance to live, but countless reasons can kill people at any time.

Wan Qian turned her face, and Mr. Jin looked at the person in front of him through the moonlight outside. But he didn't dare to look at her, and he especially didn't dare to look at Wan Huan now. Wan Huan looks more and more like Li Shaved, and over time, he will definitely grow into the second Li Shaved Head. Mr. Jin has killed countless people, men, women and even children, and Wan Huan is the only face he doesn't want to face.

Wan Huan.

Lee shaves his head.

Wan Qian.

He couldn't help but sigh that Mr. Kim had found himself lamenting lately.

There is still no clue about Adong's affairs, if all this is discovered by Wan Qian......

He didn't dare to think about it a little, but Mr. Jin rolled over, but woke up the person next to him. Wan Qian opened her hazy sleepy eyes.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Wan Qian asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

Wan Qian reached out and hugged Mr. Jin, and Mr. Jin hugged him in the same way. Wan Qian buried her face in Mr. Jin's arms, and she could feel his slightly hot breath exhaling from the top of her head, and her ears could hear his pounding heartbeat, powerful and rhythmic. Countless nights when she couldn't sleep, Wan Qian fell asleep peacefully with such a heartbeat.

Bang, bang, bang, bang......

The voice lingered in the man's chest, Wan Qian gradually felt sleepy, she couldn't help but adjust a more comfortable position in the man's arms, she didn't know that the man was secretly deciding at this time: We must solve Ah Dong unknowingly, only by solving Ah Dong's death first can there be no suspicion.

He forced himself to close his eyes, forced himself not to merge Li Shaved Head and Wan Huan's face into one, forced himself to forget that he personally gave the potion to Ah Dong, and forced himself not to let anyone know that when Wan Huan was close to danger, he still chose to stand by and watch.

People like them don't have feelings, and they shouldn't have feelings. He's not wrong.

However, it became a problem to let who take care of Adong. In the end, Mr. Jin decided to go into battle by himself, and he didn't feel at ease with anyone about this kind of matter, not to mention that he had no one to entrust. Besides, cooking Adong was his own private decision, and the organization didn't know about it. He didn't dare to vouch that the organization would stop it if it knew about it.

If they intervene to stop it, Mr. Kim is used to thinking everything through. Then ---- must also kill Adong, otherwise he really has no way to explain Wan Huan's death to Wan Qian. Children can regenerate.

Mr. Kim suddenly stopped at himself.

Sweat oozed from the tip of his nose, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of startling the sweet dream of the person in his arms.

No, no, no, he wanted to get rid of Ah Dong based on the overall consideration of the whole thing, and there was absolutely no personal selfish desire in it. No, he didn't mean to explain to Wan Qian. No, even if it is to explain to Wan Qian, it is because Wan Qian is his task. At the end of the day, he's still looking at the mission.

But you just thought that children can be reborn, and you think Wan Qian will give birth to a child for you

Is it?

Mr. Kim felt that something was collapsing in his heart, and he unconsciously bit his lower lip.

"No, I didn't think about it...... I really didn't think about it, and I shouldn't think that way. My understanding of Wan Qian is based on ......"

Based on what?

"yes." Mr. Jin lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms, "The two of us have been together for so long, why isn't she pregnant?" If she really loves me, how can it be? ”

Mr. Kim began to feel uneasy, like a husband who was hopeless at home waiting for his wife.

"No, maybe it's because of Wan Huan. Because there is Wan Huan. Many women are afraid that their children will be wronged, so they don't want to have their own children with their husbands. ”

"If she wakes up, should I pretend to convey to her my intentions, intentionally or unintentionally: yes, I will not be harsh on the child she had with her ex-husband. I will love Wu and Wu. I would ......."

Mr. Jin secretly made up his mind to be better to Wan Huan in his limited days.

"But why won't she have a baby with me?" Mr. Kim became more and more uneasy, and doubt was like a seed that quickly took root and sprouted in his heart. He couldn't stop the growth of doubt, so in a moment, that doubt became a large dense forest, lush in Mr. Kim's heart.

I don't know if a woman loves herself, and this thought torments Mr. Jin like a worm. He didn't do anything in the first place, because he didn't think the organization would let him wait until that day, and then he never seriously considered it. But he has been with Wan Qian for a while, if it wasn't for him doing security measures, then it must have been a woman who did it.

Mr. Kim thought.

(End of chapter)