Although Chen Ling looks very weak now, no matter how weak he is, he is also a ruthless cub, although the claws have not grown, but the fangs are innate, as long as he is accidentally bitten.

can let himself be infected and die at any time, if you don't look at anything else, just look at the bite he takes on Ou Feng, which shows how good and poisonous his teeth are, and how clever his bite is.

Playing yin or playing hard, Murong Panasonic was not afraid, because he was confident that Chen Ling would never be able to play with him, but what he was afraid of was that Chen Ling came at his fatal weakness, and his weakness was only one, that is, his precious daughter Murong Yan'er. If Chen Ling used Murong Yan'er's life to blackmail him, then he had no choice at all.

Murong Panasonic can come to this day in the bloody rivers and lakes, not because of how crazy he is and how he is not afraid of death, but because he is not afraid of 10,000 and is afraid of caution.

Non-toxic husband, since he has already made a decision, why hesitate, indecision is definitely not his own style, thinking of this, Murong Song bounced up from the bed with a sigh, reached out and took out the gun in the side table, and installed the silencer, and went out.

If you want to get rid of Chen Ling's hidden danger, tonight is undoubtedly the best time, because he was injured during the day, and this time should be the weakest and most defenseless.

went downstairs, took the spare key to the door of the room where Chen Ling slept, carefully inserted the key, and then turned it gently, without hearing the expected sound of the door lock popping up, but the door was unscrewed, and it was obvious that the careless guy did not lock the door before sleeping.

Chen Ling, uncle is sorry for you! It doesn't matter if Murong Panasonic is a cat crying mouse, or that he really can't bear the heartache, anyway, when he pushed open the door and held a gun with a silencer to shoot at the bed, he said this to Chen Ling in his heart.

"Just, just, just, just, just, just!" After a few slight sounds, Murong Songxia changed a magazine, pointed the muzzle of the gun to the bed, and then slowly walked into the room! Be careful that the Ten Thousand Year Ship has always been his motto, although he firmly believes that even if Chen Ling really has three heads and six arms and is shot by his own seven guns, he should be deadly.

However, when he finally came to the bed, he found that there was only a quilt on the bed, and he didn't see Chen Ling's figure.

Turned on the light in the room, and it was clear at a glance, where was there any person? Reaching out to touch the bed, he found that there was still a trace of residual warmth on the bed, it was obvious that Chen Ling had slept here, but he had left before he came.

Could it be that he expected that he would plot against him, so he slipped away in advance? Murong Song was full of doubts in his heart, and carefully checked the room again, after making sure that Chen Ling was really gone, he couldn't help but sigh out in disappointment at the same time, and he didn't know whether to be glad that Chen Ling was not there, or to sigh for this failure again-

Where did Chen Ling go? Did he really receive the news and slip away in advance? In fact, things were not what Murong Panasonic thought!

In the middle of the night, Chen Lingyungong slowly opened his eyes after a week, and recovered some of his internal qi and finally got better, but this one was too miserable, and I am afraid that it will not be able to fully recover its original state in a week or two.

However, if he hadn't practiced so much and completely entered an ethereal state of ignorance and unawareness, maybe he could hear Murong Matsu's conversation with his master with his hearing, and now, he would no longer sit comfortably on this comfortable and wide bed, but wanted to think about whether to flee for his life or resist.

Chen Ling didn't hear anything, so he still didn't know that his death was coming, he was still leisurely, he looked up at the wall clock in the room, it was already more than three o'clock in the morning, and he originally wanted to take advantage of the time to continue practicing, but at this moment, he faintly heard a woman's moaning.

Chen Ling was a little puzzled, it's this hour, who is still working overtime so diligently? But today he has seen it, although this villa is big, there are not many men, except for the old man Murong, Murong Panasonic, and the big housekeeper, everything else is a maid!

That old butler looks like an ancient eunuch, and he should also be a limited company!

The only thing left could only be Murong Song, who was strong and in the prime of life.

Chen Ling didn't have a voyeuristic desire, but he had curiosity, so he listened carefully, but he didn't hear the man's gasp, only the woman's low voice that sounded rather painful.

What is it yourself?

Isn't it so pathetic?

Come to me if you need it!

Chen Ling thought a little shamelessly, but after a while, he felt ashamed of his thoughts, because he heard clearly that the moaning woman was not spring but sick.

The heart of the doctor's parents, no matter who this woman is, even if it is the maid of the Murong family, since she has met her, she naturally can't sit idly by, so she got up and went out gently, and walked in the direction where the voice came.

When he came to a door, he made sure that the voice was coming from inside, and then he reached out and knocked on the door, and asked softly, "Is there anyone sick inside?"

The moaning inside paused, but after a while it rang out again.

Chen Ling subconsciously twisted the doorknob, and the door opened as soon as he twisted it.

Looking up, the huge room was surrounded by darkness, only a dim bedside lamp was on next to the bed in the middle of the wall, and in the looming tent, there was a delicate figure lying there, writhing uneasily from time to time, and the painful moans came from her mouth, it was obvious that this woman was not in Z, but sick.

Chen Ling took a few steps inside, and before he got close to the high-end and luxurious bed, he realized that something was wrong, although the light in the room was dim, but after getting used to it, he could barely see the surrounding furnishings clearly.

Fragmentary things belonging to little women are everywhere, dressing tables, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, large and small plush rag dolls, all kinds of clothes, shoes and socks, oh my God, I am not entering the princess's bedroom or the eldest lady's boudoir!

Chen Ling walked a few steps further, and when he saw the appearance of the woman lying on the bed, his expression was a little sweaty, this was not who else Murong Yan'er could have, and when he saw the clothes on her body clearly, his breathing couldn't help but become short, but he was obviously in a dilemma at this time!

Although Murong Yan'er's current appearance is not naked, what is the difference between the nightdress that is as thin as a cicada on her body and that she is not wearing?

In fact, there is still a difference, that is, wearing it is more tempting and more sinful than not wearing it!