Leng Yiyao's robe was torn to shreds, and she could only block the hidden key points. She leaned against the wall and turned to her side, narrowly avoiding the dirty hands of the two men, but a water pipe was caught behind her. hold back.

There is no retreat, there is no escape.

The night was getting darker and darker, her face was drooping, and the shadows enveloped her expression, making it difficult to see and distinguish.

The two men only thought that it was really a pie that fell from the sky, such beauty, such skin, and the bloody aura on their bodies was a bit disappointing.

But that's okay…….

The two looked at each other.

Anyway, after the game was over, she was also venting more than she was taking in, so it would save them from doing it themselves. After all, rape doesn't look good if caught.

Leng Yiyao blinked, the maliciousness of these two people is self-evident. In the final analysis, in this country, the habit of men being superior to women has been followed to this day. Noble women wear veils when they go out, and only women at the bottom or slaves will show their faces. Therefore, the bear bile of these two people has become stronger and stronger!

If it was clear sky and daylight, she could still use the crowd to attract chaos to escape, but it was quiet at the moment, and she didn't want to be implicated by the corpses in the palace, so it was better to be quiet.

The time is right and the place is right, and they all stand on each other's side.

Leng Yiyao's eyes deepened slightly, this rebirth is really a fucking test of her bottom line, right!

Seeing that she kept her head down, her shoulders were facing the icy air, goosebumps broke out slightly, and they laughed extremely obscurely, and the greed on their faces became more and more undisguised: "Come on, let's help you warm up. "

As they spoke, they hugged her with both hands, and the two circled her around her without a single gap!

Leng Yiyao fixedly looked at the two dark and thick dirty hands on her shoulders. For a moment, her fingers moved slightly, and she slashed the machete from the waist side of Lu Ming's guard. , the streamer flashed, blood dripping, blood overflowing!

"Ah!" The two shrill screams burst out almost at the same time, and the next moment, they overlapped!

Yunxi turned around and smashed the teeth of one of them with a knife handle, his eyes were full of fierceness: "Shut up for me!"

In the next moment, with all his strength, he twisted his body and sent the blade in his hand into the belly of the other person.

The tactile sensation of shredding mucous membranes is clearly transmitted from the palm of the hand to the brain.

She paused slightly, watching with cold eyes that the strong man went from madness to inconceivable, to panic and fear slowly falling to the ground...

Look, this is bullying!

Thinking that when two men meet her, she will obey her obediently?

Leng Yiyao gritted her teeth, swallowed the bloody smell that rushed to her mouth, turned around slowly, and sneered at the other person who was so frightened that she didn't even bother to peel off her teeth.

The wound on his waist was too heavy, and he had just exerted himself, fearing that the wound would be forcibly ripped apart even more.

It's just, even if it's the end of the shot, this person can't let this person see the slightest clue, otherwise, tonight, he really won't be able to survive.

Just like a fierce wolf, after his eyes locked on his prey, he would never let it go easily.

Both of them knew it. They both saw each other's faces clearly. They wanted to force her to kill her again, but she cut the man's life with one knife. Each has a handle on each other, even if they each take a step back now and stop there, no one knows whether tomorrow's painted portrait of the other party will be officially hung around the country and wanted for a reward.

In the end, it's just three words - can't believe it!

The man was shocked for a moment by the tragic death of his companion. The next moment, he touched his arms, took out a larger long knife, and acted cautiously.

The shape of the knife is large and curved, like a curved bow, which is completely different from the exquisite handicraft Sheshier machete in Leng Yiyao's hands.

The living environment of desert peoples is much worse than that of other regions, which creates a sturdy folklore.

Walking in inaccessible places at night, most people carry weapons in their arms. Nobles are mostly firearms, while ordinary civilians are mostly machetes.

Leng Yiyao's eyes flickered on the edge of the opponent's machete, and then he took a step back carefully.

Looking at the knife marks, you can tell that she is a veteran of the knife. The key is that the size of the knife is slightly larger than the knife in her hand. If you wave it, the opponent will split the bones if you are not careful.

She exhaled carefully, calmly, and lowered her center of gravity.

There was a large mass of blood on the man's mouth, but at this moment, he didn't care too much, spit out his broken teeth with a "bah", and swung it against the blade.

From top to bottom, vigorously slash.

Leng Yiyao gritted her teeth to catch it, but a burst of blood suddenly erupted from her abdomen, and the wound was torn open again.

It was as if the leech had suddenly absorbed the smell of blood, the man's eyes shone with penetrating light, the knife and knife exerted all the strength of his whole body, and chopped down with a bang, a bang, and a bang, and the sound of metal collisions could be heard endlessly.

A knife is heavier than a knife, and a knife is harder than a knife.

"Aren't you amazing? Don't you dare to kill? I will chop you up today!" Seeing that Leng Yiyao could only resist, the man laughed even more madly!

Look, it's just a female watch.

Do you think it's amazing to be able to kill?

Not only was he going to chop her up, he was going to feed her to the dog later!

With blood in his eyes, he was waving the knife excitedly. don't know why, but with a flash in front of his eyes, the figure suddenly dodged and avoided a knife.

At that moment, he opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously, his heart felt cold, and he seemed to hear the sound of death in his ears.

Leng Yiyao smiled slowly. He had to hold back so many knives in front of him despite the tearing of the wound, just for this momentary opportunity. Taking advantage of the fact that he raised the machete higher and higher, at the moment when he finally raised the blade this time, he twisted his body and drilled into the blind spot behind him.

At that moment, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and she slashed horizontally with one hand, causing his neck to completely fall apart from his body.

At the moment when his head fell to the ground, his blood-red eyes were still staring straight into the distance, as if he couldn't believe it anyway, he just died like this.

Yes, dead, at the hands of a woman who looked thin and weak, and was covered in wounds. If someone dared to say this on weekdays, he would definitely crush the opponent's eyeballs immediately. But at this moment, he has no chance. Because, he is now just another corpse in the broken house.

The two corpses were lined up on the ground with blood all over the place, neither of which was a good way to die.

If it was an ordinary woman, she would have wanted to scream immediately, but she could only resist her weak body and walked to the first man to take off his coat.

The damn temperature difference.

Leng Yiyao frowned, with the tattered clothes on her body, she didn't need to meet any strong men again, as long as she went out, with her current blood loss and physical strength, within a few hours, she could immediately freeze to death by the side of the road.

However, before she had time to tear off that person's clothes, her movements were abrupt...

A jet-black HKP7 pistol somehow reached the back of her head.

Leng Yiyao's fingertips stiffened.

Unexpectedly, after the game just now, there is still a third person hiding.

It's just that even though she is weak now, the person who can walk behind her under her nose and hold a gun against her...

Her eyes sank slightly, but she didn't say a word.

This person is unclear. Is it with these two people, or is there another reason?

"You are very strong." Unexpectedly, the other party started talking. And the content of the speech...

She raised her eyebrows lightly, but she didn't expect it to be a compliment.

Naturally, for a world where men are superior to women, it should be something to be proud of to get such praise from a man. But, are you really sure that this is the comment after seeing her kill two people?

"These two people are more than innocent." The man seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking, and his expression did not fluctuate. Instead, her eyes followed her cheeks all the way down, fell on the bloody waist and abdomen, swept over the hidden Sheshier machete, and finally said quietly: "If this injury is not treated, you will not survive. tonight."

Leng Yiyao nodded, not surprised: "I know." Otherwise, at first, she would not endure it any longer, but the moment that dirty hand touched her shoulder, it broke her bottom line.

"I'll give you two choices." The man's voice seemed to have some interest. I've never seen a person with a gun pointed at the head who could answer so calmly.

From his point of view, she was only a breath away from being able to settle down in peace.

"You said." Since no one was strong in the situation, she didn't talk too much. The reason for the royal servants before the killing was because the other party avoided people's eyes and ears, and she had the opportunity. Killing the two people just now was because the other party didn't know her details and was arrogant and arrogant. And this person, since she has seen her skills and abilities clearly, and her weapons are more convenient than hers, she will naturally not be stupid enough to play raids.

"First, I'm calling the police now. You were sentenced to death for intentional homicide." He smiled and said the first way.

"What about the second rule?" Leng Yiyao took it quietly. She was sure that his real wish was in the second rule, otherwise, he wouldn't waste so much time "chatting" with her.

"The second rule," he seemed to smile, "you come with me."

Leng Yiyao's fingertips circled around the handle of the knife, go with him? Where to go?

She didn't ask, but suddenly raised her head and smiled at him: "I choose the second one."

Since she was asked to go with him, at least the wound was healed tonight, just to save her troubles. Nowadays, people are unfamiliar with life and have no money or power, so having a "dependency" is just the best choice.

As for this person's motive for letting her go with him...

A cold light flashed in Leng Yiyao's eyes, and they waited...

The man probably didn't expect her to be so refreshing, and he didn't even hesitate to raise his head, as if he was not afraid that he would miss the gun, and he couldn't help but look at it again.

When just stood outside the house, knew that this person was beautiful, but when looked closely, realized that what is amazing.

Not only in appearance, but also a kind of reconciliation and shrewdness that comes from the bones.

However, when he saw her fingertips move away from the handle of the machete, a deep thought slowly appeared in his eyes.

Although the people in China have the habit of wearing swords, the Sheshier machete is exceptionally different.

After years of transformation and evolution, the length of the Schechelle Scimitar is only 60 cm. The blade is tempered with a special texture, and the handle is made of ivory.

In China, ivory is a special item for the royal family and can be used by non-ordinary dignitaries. Since most members of the royal family now choose to carry guns, only some royal guards still maintain the tradition of sabres.

What is the origin of this woman, holding a Sheshier machete....

While he was thinking deeply, Leng Yiyao had already continued with the task at hand, pulling off the robe and putting it on his body, somehow resisting the chill. Immediately, he turned around and covered the wound with a weak face: "Brother, please find someone to help me heal my wound first."

After speaking, he tilted his head and fell directly on the opponent's shoulder.

Just kidding, since there is free labor, why do you work so hard to run away?

The man was probably deeply influenced by her previous image of "hardness", and now he stared blankly at the woman lying on his shoulders...

For a split second, doubted whether the shrewd and shrewd woman in front of me was stealing the sway and giving him a replacement!