"Tear up!"

When the woman's dagger was about to cut through Brother Zhang's throat, he raised his right arm suddenly.

A large amount of blood splattered, but the young man took the opportunity to block the fatal blow.

The woman saw that this trick was not enough, and immediately decisively rubbed her body and fought with Brother Zhang.

At this time, Leng Hao was in a crisis.

He tried to break the neck bone of the man he was holding on to on TV, but he was too nervous to succeed.

The other man on the side, but he moved quickly.

Without hesitation, he swung his knife and slashed at Leng Hao's hand towards his companion.

"Nima's!"

Leng Hao had to let go of his palm, and at the same time pushed the guy he controlled hard forward.

"Tear up!"

Another flash of blood.

The man didn't retract his movements, and slashed at his companion.

The pervasive smell of blood stimulated Leng Hao.

Now this is not the peaceful and prosperous era that he is familiar with, but the last days when blood is about to be seen at every turn!

Taking advantage of the collision between the two, Leng Hao strode forward and smashed a heavy fist on the back of the head of the meat shield that was facing away from him.

If you are ruthless, either he will die or I will die.

This punch immediately caused the meat shield to roll his eyes and faint.

"Where's the wild cub!"

The remaining man pushed his companion away, the machete in his hand danced vigorously, and rushed towards Leng Hao with a scolding.

"Bullet time!"

Leng Hao, who had no choice but to do so, activated his skills again.

"Bang!"

Leng Hao's fist slammed into the man's wrist quickly, causing his machete to come out.

At the same time, out of the corner of Leng Hao's eyes, he saw that Brother Zhang was pushing the woman away, trying to get the guns scattered on the sofa.

Leng Hao flew up, grabbed the machete in mid-air, and slashed down fiercely.

"Tear up!"

Most of Brother Zhang's back was pulled out of a deep blood mark that could be seen to the bone, and he fell to the ground at once.

Saying that it was too late and that it was fast, this was actually just a moment of time, and the whole battle situation was reversed at once.

The woman looked at Leng Hao in front of her in disbelief, this man was too strong.

He was able to use a knife in the air to slash while flying a machete.

"Whew, whew."

As soon as the bullet time passed, Leng Hao, whose muscles were sore all over his body, couldn't help but gasp for air.

But now the whole situation is different.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. Leave me alone, two! ”

The only man with a full beard who survived, looked at Leng Hao, who was holding a machete, and Brother Zhang, who was injured and fell to the ground and kept screaming, and immediately raised his hands honestly.

"Humph!"

The woman picked up the dagger on the ground and wiped it down his throat.

Then he cleanly killed the unconscious meat shield and the brother Zhang who kept pleading.

Leng Hao stared at the actions of the woman in front of him with a daze.

The woman was indeed a female beast.

"My name is Song Xiaya, handsome guy, just now, thank you."

The woman quickly put on her outfit, wrapped her beautiful body, and came to Leng Hao.

"My name is Leng Hao, you, hello."

"This place should not stay for a long time, and there will be people from the Tianhong Gang soon. I have to go. ”

"This, isn't this your home?"

Leng Hao stammered a little.

The woman who was rummaging through her head pocket raised her head and looked at Leng Hao.

"Home? No, it's just a place to sleep. ”

"That kind of extravagance is long gone."

The somewhat numb look when the woman spoke was forever remembered in Leng Hao's heart.

From this moment on, he really began to accept his new eschatological identity.

…………

"I'm sometimes in a state of delusion, so I don't know much about the current situation, can you tell me about it?"

Armed with a machete, Leng Hao followed behind Song Xiaya with a mantis toddler, walking vigilantly in the shadows of the street.

Song Xiaya stopped, turned her head, and looked at Leng Hao with a wary expression.

"The clothes you wear are very clean, your hair has been combed, you are very neat, and your skills are so good."

Leng Hao looked down at the crumpled combed cotton shirt on his body, which was still a little wine-marked, touched his dandruff-covered hair, and couldn't help blinking.

Is this also called clean?

However, looking at the many stains on Song Xiaya's body, and even some pilling combat clothes, Leng Hao had to admit that his clothes seemed to be passable.

"It's the first time you've come out to collect slaves, right? You've got too many flaws in your body, young master. ”

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Song Xiaya's mouth, and she raised the strange pistol in her hand at Leng Hao.

"Let your people come out, I won't be your slave."

"Hey, watch out for the gun."

Leng Hao reflexively raised his hands.

"Huh, isn't that right? What nonsense are you talking about, young master, slave? ”

Leng Hao couldn't figure it out, and looked blankly at the woman who changed her face.

Just now, they were comrades-in-arms against the enemy together, and Leng Hao didn't do anything excessive, why did this woman change her face all of a sudden.

"Hmph."

Song Xiaya chuckled, holding the gun in her hand, and said softly as she stepped back.

"You powerful children, you are tired of playing with flesh and bones, so you want to come out as a hero to save the beauty, and then touch the hearts of us women step by step."

"Let's finally be your slave, you should be the first time to play this kind of game, right?"

"Next time, remember, when you come out to dress up, make yourself sloppy, don't look clean and refreshing, and want to come out to deceive women."

Listening to Song Xiaya's words, Leng Hao couldn't cry or laugh.

What kind of world is this, wearing a torn shirt and becoming a high-end person?

"Song Xiaya, I'm really not a young master. My nose was bleeding from the punch you just made. ”

The woman didn't pay attention to Leng Hao at all, and she was still retreating.

"Well, I'll be honest with you, I have amnesia, I don't know where I am now, and I don't know who you are."

As a person in the entertainment industry, acting skills are a necessary skill, and the trick is also counted, right? Leng Hao's lies came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"We've fought together, don't you think it's helpful to have a comrade like me?"

"And, you can see, there's really no one around."

"If I'm a young master, how can my subordinates let you point a gun at me?"

Leng Hao explained like a river.

At this moment, there was a roar of cars at the intersection not far away.

"All disperse, just now, young master, they are coming to this place!"

With this sound, a large number of footsteps dispersed in all directions.

Song Xiaya, whose face was originally a little loose, immediately changed her face and raised her pistol and aimed it at Leng Hao not far away.

"Damn, I'm really not a young master!"

Leng Hao's face became bitter melon-shaped.