"Hey, it's finally gone!" Chris yells!

His voice couldn't tell whether it was excitement or schadenfreude, and he couldn't hear much surprise or regret. Perhaps it was the hazy layer of fog that stimulated more imagination of human beings, and when they watched these two figures fighting in close quarters, the people here were dazzled as if they were there in person.

Although Nangong Qian's method of swinging this blow was not clear, and she didn't know where she conjured this thing from, but that clear and dangling thing was undoubtedly something like a blade, and the tip of the knife stabbed into the unsuspecting throat, just thinking about it would know what the result would be. Just when everyone else gasped at the same time, only the masked man and "Judge" Danqing noticed a small movement of Nangong Wang at the same time.

At the moment when he was stabbed to the throat, the hand holding the knife had already swung to the side, but suddenly accelerated violently, drawing a graceful semicircle in the mist and slashing diagonally forward, the movement was so fast that only a faint afterimage could be seen, as if there was a momentum of the last to come. However, at the last moment, his hand suddenly stopped, allowing the tip of his knife to stay in a state that was about to pierce Nangong Qian's body.

The masked man and Danqing glanced at each other, exchanging a tacit look. At this time, Nangong Qian's right hand had already been raised outward, and the tip of the knife attached to her wrist was slanted upward, a perfect decapitation action.

"It's finally come to this." Danqing sighed, "The tradition of only one person left in this family, I didn't expect it to be completed in this situation." ”

"No, take a closer look." The masked man said in a deep voice.

In front of them, Xiang Nanxing was gradually changing from the shock just now to a state of joy, and Liang Jingmo noticed the abnormality on the picture almost at the same time as him. The details of the movement could not be seen through the fog, but both of them noticed at the same time that there was something that was supposed to be there, but it was missing at this time.

It's blood.

Not long ago, Xiang Nanxing had just seen the scene where Wang Bei was killed by Huang Lao at close range, when Huang Lao directly cut his carotid artery with a hand knife, and the splashed blood rushed directly to the ceiling, and the picture was quite terrifying. However, at this time, as Nangong Qian's knife slashed, the enemy standing opposite him just froze, but nothing spewed out from his neck.

The red color is extremely penetrating in the mist, and the neck is the place where several large blood vessels of the human body pass through, even if it hurts the veins, there is no exaggerated visual effect like the arteries, but at least the bleeding should be seen. However, at this time, they didn't have anything, and Nangong Qian's knife didn't seem to hit the target, but the strange thing was that it couldn't explain the reason why Nangong Wang on the opposite side suddenly stopped moving.

Danqing frowned. Recalling Nangong Qian's actions just now, he suddenly understood what the latter had done just now. Is this still from the Nangong family? He suddenly wanted to ask again.

"And she did." Xiang Nanxing couldn't help laughing. Obviously in the midst of a gamble with an uncertain future, but at this moment, his chest was overflowing with pride and sweetness, which could only be expressed with such a laugh. When everyone else here wondered why Nangong Qian showed mercy, only he knew how much the other party had changed for him. It's a secret for both of them.

Even he didn't dare to really believe that this female killer who was not good at words chose not to kill when faced with a life-and-death situation, in order to pass on his heart. She gave up the chance to win absolutely and did not hesitate to risk her life to encourage Xiang Nanxing, telling him that your idea is not wrong, everything is possible.

"Aimed at the jewel on the collar......" Chris muttered, unable to believe his eyes. His words are also representative of most people's reactions to this kind of thing. You must know that Nangong Qian's strength is definitely below the opponent, and she finally got a chance to reverse the situation, and it is a legitimate defense in the absolute sense, and she never needs to bear any moral revenge. Definitely a hundred out of a hundred people will choose to kill someone, and who would think of keeping a hand or something - let alone a killer.

However, at that moment just now, Nangong Qian endured the knife that she stabbed with all her strength for a long time, but it was aimed at the gem on the opponent's neck. In that stab, she used almost all of what she had left to control the trembling tip of the knife, alert as she was, not even noticing the blade approaching her from the other side. And this concentration also paid off, as her wrist blade eventually pierced the surface of the gem and split it diagonally in half, without even cutting the tip of the knife through Nangong Wang's skin in the process.

According to the rules, the game ends when the gems on one team's collar are destroyed. In other words, at the moment when Nangong Qian cut the gem, she had already won, and Nangong Wang, as the host, also knew this, and the senseless struggle or something was just ugly.

He stood there quietly looking at his sister, who was close at hand, and he couldn't tell what the expression on his face was. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke, "You've become stronger." Madder. ”

Nangong Qian did not answer. She held down her trembling right hand, then slowly grabbed the blade of the blade, laboriously retracting it into the bracer. "Imitation is imitation after all, and it's really not used to it." She spoke suddenly.

Nangong Wang looked down at his sister, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised an imperceptible smile: "What are you used to or not, the one I gave you, you will use it once." ”

"No, practiced a lot before that. I just never thought it would be used on you...... The wrist blade was used in two actual battles, and it was all used on you. ”

Nangong Qian's words suddenly stopped, her shoulders trembled slightly, but she was patient. The intense emotions made her unable to speak for a while, and at this moment, she was very impulsive to raise her head and look at the eyes that had grown up with her, and ask him face to face why he betrayed the family in the first place, and why he kept deceiving himself!

But she just clenched her fists and kept her head down. That rainy night three years ago replayed over and over again in her mind, and she remembered almost every detail, but she couldn't always remember the person's expression at that time, and she couldn't see the thick darkness behind the heavy rain curtain. At this time, there was finally an opportunity in front of her, but she suddenly didn't want to.

Just because she knew that even if she asked, these things no longer made sense. Just like the eldest brother once taught him, the killers of the Nangong family never ask about the motive when they take orders, and they don't ask the reason for the incident, because those who go cannot be chased, and regretting it will only bring more troubles, so it is better to take such a time to look forward.

Alas, "big brother", again "big brother". She sighed inwardly, but was quickly relieved. Nangong Wang is indeed a traitor to the family, the one who once stabbed her, but at the same time, he is indeed her most beloved eldest brother, her skills come from him, and her character also has his subtle influence.

This is a blood bond that can never be changed. They also have the blood of the Nangong family flowing in their bodies, the blood that will never look back, and always move forward. Just as she stubbornly refused to ask questions, the eldest brother would not suddenly mention the past and then explain it again in a rambling manner - this is their blood.

And at this moment, of course, she is still the young killer that the Nangong family is most proud of, even if she has just left someone under the knife, which is contrary to the killer's style of doing things, she does not plan to change her habit of looking forward because of this.

Anyway, the first game was finally won, so let's leave it to him!

Thinking about the game again, Nangong Qian suddenly felt relieved, thinking that she had finally lived up to her trust. She took a deep breath, as if she felt the fog around her thinning with this victory. Even though her chest was beginning to ache from inhaling too much poisonous gas, by this time, she was finally starting to feel joy.

"You see, I won." She whispered to herself, but not to the person in front of her. Her shoulders trembled slightly, but this time she finally couldn't resist the urge and turned around, smiling sweetly at the drone that had been following her from afar. She puffed up her chest and lifted her chin with an undisguised look of triumph.

Look, I did it. She didn't speak, but the smile on her face and the gesture of her body were clearly saying the same thing. Only under the cover of the fog did she dare to show her true joy in front of that person in such an undisguised way, but at this moment, a wind that suddenly passed through the forest just rightly lifted some of the fog, so she went from joy to shame to hustle to hurry, and in this way, it was transmitted to the room a few kilometers away through the camera of the drone.

"What the hell are you proud of?" Xiang Nanxing shook his head with a straight face, but he still couldn't help laughing. Chris was speechless with his mouth wide open, marveling at the beauty of this plain frosty woman melting like spring snow after smiling. For a while, with Nangong Qian's victory, the tense atmosphere in this room seemed to be swept away, replaced by relaxation, and a feeling full of confidence for the next game.

However, in such a peaceful atmosphere, Liang Jingmo suddenly noticed the masked man's gaze. The latter was tilting his head slightly to look at the GPS screen next to him. After the two sides began to fight in close combat, the thing that marked the location had long since lost its meaning, but at this time, looking at the posture of the masked man, it was as if he could see something from above.

"It's not over yet." He said lightly.

Xiang Nanxing glanced at him suspiciously, and then followed the point of his gaze, and also looked at the picture that had been ignored for a long time. He first noticed that the point of light that Nangong Qian released as a decoy was about to reach the edge of the picture, and looking inside along the edge, the point of light in the center representing Nangong Wang was still gathered together, but it was just ......

His pupils contracted suddenly, and his heart seemed to be suddenly clenched tightly by an invisible hand. "Run...... Xiang Nanxing whispered unconsciously, then turned his head to Nangong Qian in the picture, and shouted: "Run!" ”

It's just that the sound of shouting can't be transmitted over a distance of several kilometers, and even if it can really be transmitted, it can't catch up - at the same time as this sound sounded, Nangong Qian's smile in the picture suddenly froze. She slowly lowered her head in disbelief and looked at her chest.

From there, a bright blade stretched out, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.

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