No one knows better than Xia Yujia what this grim smile represents.

In every moment of despair, this coldness brings new hope, and this is not the end, but only the beginning.

Xu Luo will have a new move.

Disappointment and sadness were instantly dispelled from the heart by this coldness.

It's just that the tears in the eye sockets have not diminished.

Hu Ankang certainly doesn't think so.

In his eyes, this smile is despair. Xu Luo can only accept the end of despair, and the despair is entirely his own credit.

Of course, it is also because of Xu Luo's amorousness.

It's just that it is not your own credit to understand the enemy's weaknesses and be good at taking advantage of them?

He waited for the sound of the black-sheathed knife and the melodious sound between the concrete floor.

As long as this voice appears, it means that success is not far off.

However, to his surprise, this voice did not appear, and the black sheath long knife was still clenched in Xu Luo's hand, held flat in the air.

What else is he struggling with?

Hu Ankang became indignant, didn't he give up at this time.

The right hand was about to move.

He wanted to let out a little blood from the woman in his hands, and if he did, he would definitely make Xu Luo completely collapse, and let go of the dangerous black sheath long knife earlier.

"It occurred to me that your friend had always wanted to see you."

Xu Luo's smile did not disappear, and his calm and even unfluctuating words suddenly sounded.

The sudden words made Hu Ankang give up what he had just thought.

There was a look of surprise on his face.

"Friends?"

Hu Ankang finds this title ridiculous, friend? How could he have friends, any friends were just tools to be used in his eyes.

Especially at Emerald Hills. Except that the enemy is the stranger.

There can't be friends.

This is just Xu Luo's trickery, just a means to delay time. It's just that such shoddy means are of no use to him.

"Xu Shao may be mistaken, I have no friends in Juan Kang."

Xu Luo only frowned in embarrassment. He said softly, "However, that person must say that he is your friend." ”

Hu Ankang snorted softly.

"There's no need to delay, it's better to put down your weapon quickly."

Xu Luo shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, since Kang Shao doesn't believe it, then I can only call him in."

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted out the door.

"Come on in, your friends can't wait."

His expression didn't look like a joke at all, and his serious behavior made everyone in the humble bungalow a little suspicious.

All eyes fell on the rotten wood mottled door.

Even Xia Yujia and Shadow looked at this place with the same curiosity.

The door was not pushed open, and no one appeared. Through the cracks in the mottled wooden door, no one appeared outside the door.

Hu Ankang became annoyed.

Sure enough, it was just Xu Luo's delaying tactics, but fortunately, he never relaxed his vigilance, and the woman Xu Luo valued the most did not relax from his hands.

It seems that the only heir of the third generation of the Xu family is nothing more than that.

Just as he was about to shout, there were three standard knocks on one of the windows of the bungalow, two short and one long.

It's like a knock on the door.

Juan Kang looked at the window in horror.

The curtain paper on the glass window was torn, allowing everyone to see the scene outside the window.

No one at all.

Hu Ankang, who was staring at Xu Luo's every move with the corner of his eye, was even more angry.

Xu Luo actually learned from him!

In broad daylight, he was pretending to be a ghost.

It seems that if this woman is not injured a little, he will not obediently hand over the treasure.

His expression became fierce. The eyes are even more gloomy.

The rotten wooden door was pushed open at this moment, and a cold wind was swept into the humble bungalow, rolling up the dust.

But there was still no one.

Again and again, the weirdness made everyone suspicious. Even the expression on Xu Luo's face became a little unnatural.

Of course, these arrangements were not Xu Luo's original intention.

A hoarse laugh suddenly sounded outside the door, and a man shrouded in darkness finally appeared in the doorway.

Black shoes, black pants. Black Hooded Casual Shirt.

Even the whole face was hidden in a wide black cardigan.

He slowly stepped out of his right leg and then followed with his left. There is clearly a lame movement.

He limped two steps and suddenly stretched out his hands. The wide black flap was pulled back, revealing a thin, old, pale face.

There was also a noticeable trace of blood between the corners of the lips.

Crippled Hu, who is this person not crippled!

Hu Ankang's pupils constricted, but he only roared loudly in horror in his heart.

No way!

How is this possible, the cripple is really dead, and the dead can't die anymore, how can it appear here now.

Don't......

He couldn't help but look at the shadow.

But I only saw the figure of the shadow turning its head, and I couldn't see the expression on the shadow's face now.

The look on the shadow's face was, of course, numb and frightened.

His horror was far greater than that of Juankang.

If Hu Ankang was just suspicious, he was completely frightened.

Just three hours ago, he had just seen the cripple in the grove in front of Area C of the Emerald Hills, on a leafy plane tree.

It's just that it's a completely rancid cripple who has begun to stench.

It is impossible for him to appear so alive in front of his eyes, is there really a ghost in this world? But it's still daylight after all......

How can ghosts appear in broad daylight?

If it's not a ghost, then who is this cripple?

A smug smile appeared on the cripple's face.

"I didn't expect that! I'm still here and I'm still able to talk to you alive. ”

His voice was still as hoarse and unpleasant as ever.

Hu Ankang's originally frightened face showed joy.

Fake!

This cripple is fake.

If the lame man had not spoken, he would not have seen any flaws, but as soon as he opened his mouth now, he could immediately distinguish the truth from the false.

No one knows the cripple's voice better than he does.

He could tell the slightest flaw.

No one has a better say in the imitation of the cripple's voice.

The shadow's mood began to calm down.

However, the sound of a long knife unsheathed suddenly sounded in his ears, and in addition to this sound, there was also a cold killing intent that enveloped him tightly.

He didn't think it was a second.

The shadow of death that had never appeared before suddenly loomed over my heart.

He wanted to retreat, he wanted to escape, he wanted to get out of here, he wanted to ......

However, he couldn't do anything, and the killing intent that seemed to be like substance had made him unable to make any moves.

The long knife is cut out.

Break into the shadow's chest.

A stream of bright red, warm blood splattered out. (To be continued......)

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