The moment Rosie heard this sentence, Rosie's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at Deng Huailing in disbelief, as if the military dagger had pierced his throat, and the feeling of heartache spread to the whole body.He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound, his eyes gradually turned from being stabbed to lonely, and finally a nonchalant smile that was often used to pretend to appear on his face.

"It's just right, it's business." Rosie smiled lightly, caressing the other person's cheek frivolously, "I just came to find Su Qing, but I never regarded you as a lover, Huailing."

He bit Deng Huailing's name on the tip of his teeth ambiguously, with a lingering and frivolous tone, as if he never took the other party's reaction to heart.However, there was another voice in his heart blaming him for his unwillingness to give in. When Parisa stopped him from chasing Deng Huailing, Rosie had already regretted it, looking for every possible explanation to the other party.Opportunity, want to make up for their mistakes.

But when the opportunity came, he couldn't let go of his figure to clarify and apologize.Besides, judging from the attitude of the other party, it seems that he is determined to stay away from him.

"Are you sure you're doing business, and not a desire to control?" Deng Huailing grabbed his wrist and frowned, "I've already told you that she has no clues, so why bother?"

There was a slight pause in the words, with a bit of sarcasm, "Or...you are just not used to not having me around you, and you are unwilling to accept this gap? You regret it, so you want to continue to manipulate me through old love and regain those old feelings.Use value that you take for granted."

"Who regrets it?" Rosie forcefully turned her face away, and said through gritted teeth, "Someone seems to take himself too seriously. I'm looking for Su Qing, and it has nothing to do with you."

He pulled out the butterfly knife and threw it. The handle of the knife opened in the air with inertia, and when it fell back into Rosie's hand, it was already unsheathed.I'm about to attack your knife."

Deng Huailing smiled calmly, not paying attention to his threatening tone: "I'm not that eight-year-old kid who wants to snatch someone from me with a toy knife?"

Rosie looked down at the butterfly knife in her hand.This is a very light jackknife, often used in street fights, and hooligans will basically hold it twice.Due to the relationship between lightness and shortness, the fancyness is greater than the actual value, and it is a little difficult to deal with an opponent like Deng Huailing.The weapons that can be collected in the Lost City are limited, and he temporarily took them from the wall of the mobile room.

"It doesn't matter if you're eighteen or eight," Rosie said defiantly, "it's all the same to me."

The aura around him suddenly became extremely chilling, and when he was stared at by those indifferent and serious eyes, it made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.The butterfly knife spun in the rustle of the fingertips, and it stopped quickly, stabbing Deng Huailing's neck!

Deng Huailing reacted very quickly and retreated, dodging the blow. The cold wind swept by the blade passed in front of him, and there were bursts of coldness.The dagger that was on Rosie's throat was released, and Rosie pressed down on the wall. With the momentum of the knife, she raised her leg and swept across, hitting the opponent's door directly.

However, he failed. Deng Huailing raised his hand and grabbed his ankle, pulling him to the side, trying to make him lose his balance and fall to his knees.Rosie hopped and changed legs in the blink of an eye, using the opponent's strength to hold his ankle to spin, and then kicked Deng Huailing's shoulder, and at the same time, the sharp blade whizzed and hit the opponent's face.

Deng Huailing had no choice but to let go again, out of his various attack methods.

Rosie landed lightly, still wearing the narrow, prom-heeled heels, with only a tiny thud.The slim black dress fluttered in the night wind, and the pure moonlight shone through the window lattice, shining on the loose black hair.Holding the butterfly knife in his hand, his eyes were breathtakingly bright, and there seemed to be no trace of impurities in them, full of killing intent.

Deng Huailing looked at Rosie and thought, that was the intent to kill him.He has seen the other party enter this state many times, scientifically it should be called flow during battle, but Deng Huailing understands Rosie, whenever the other party shows this appearance, it is out of control.

He never thought Rosie would give him that look.The other party single-mindedly wanted to kill him in various ways - just for a plausible clue.

Before Rosie noticed, Su Qing had already sneaked away along the corridor, and the clue they were fighting for had disappeared.But Deng Huailing didn't make a sound to remind him, instead he held the saber in his hand even tighter. His heart was burning with anger, and the figure of the other party was firmly burned on the retina, leaving scorching marks.

The two of them didn't say a word, they looked at each other silently for a few seconds, then rushed forward again, the two knives clashed, and the vibration from the blades buzzed and reverberated.

This time it was a contest of pure knife skills. The force they exerted on each other's blades collided violently. Rosie was knocked back half a step, but quickly adjusted her figure, and the blade pierced through flowers and butterflies to take Deng Huailing's defense lightly.The loopholes, the cold light constantly shuttles between the light and the dark.

The music in the banquet hall was still going on, and those cheerful notes spread to the corridor, and they became life-threatening. The dark black skirt spun rapidly, implying that this was an extremely dangerous waltz, and they were against the violentUnbearable partner.At least five or six times, Deng Huailing thought that the slender blade in Rosie's hand was about to cut his throat, but his intuition did not come true, and the butterfly knife barely scratched his skin without hurting a singlevellus.

What Deng Huailing didn't know was that every time the blade touched his throat, the butterfly knife would rotate lightly, retract the blade inside, and only after it skimmed the vital parts would it pop out again.Rosie took great pains to control the timing and speed of her shots. It is by no means an easy task to fight against Deng Huailing without hurting her opponent. He just wanted to force the opponent back and take Su Qing away, and he didn't want to accidentally injure Deng HuailingSpirit, you have to concentrate on it.

The attack from Deng Huailing became more and more fierce. Rosie didn't know why the man suddenly seemed to have taken gunpowder and wanted to nail him here. His moves became more and more precise and fierce, so he could only use moreWith so much strength in return, anger gradually rose from the bottom of my heart.

He couldn't continue fighting like this, otherwise he would be forced by Deng Huailing to fight ruthlessly.

The saber stabbed close to the side of the face, and a bloodstain appeared on Rosie's cheek in an instant. Before he covered his face in surprise, Deng Huailing followed up with another swift knife.Annoyed, Rosie raised the butterfly knife to block, then let go of the handle and retreated, jumped onto the window sill, and was about to take out the gun from the leg ring:

"Stop it! Could it be that you really want to kill me, eight-year-old brat—"

The rest of the words were blocked by a curse, and Rosie only vaguely saw a black figure rushing towards him, and then he suddenly lost his balance, and was knocked headlong by Deng Huailing into the night-shrouded garden outside the window.

"Hold……"

The flowers and trees were crushed one after another, making an overwhelming noise.Rosie was so angry that she raised her hand and punched the opponent, and Deng Huailing also punched him on the chin with an uppercut without showing any weakness, and the two immediately fought into a ball.The Huanhai system fueled their resentment towards each other. After all, as long as they don't use knives, no matter how much they toss, there will be no serious consequences. At most, they will be in a trance for a few days.

Amid the strong fragrance of evening primrose, Rosie's face soon had several bloodstains. He raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood-stained corners of his lips. His eyes were full of resentment, and he grabbed Deng Huailing's collar and pressed herUnder the body, he greeted him viciously with fists and feet; then Deng Huailing grabbed the cloth on his chest and pressed it to the ground, the black gauze was torn, revealing a large piece of fair skin.

Deng Huailing's condition was not much better than his. There were wounds on the corners of his brows and eyes, and sweat dripped down his forehead and onto his face.Rosie squinted her eyes to avoid the drop of sweat, and was punched hard in the stomach, causing him to curl up in pain, and kicked Deng Huailing with his eyes closed.

They both wanted to completely control each other, and the scuffle turned into a frenzied tug-of-war until both were panting and sweating profusely.Rosie didn't close her eyes for two days, and her energy in the Huanhai system was not as good as that of Deng Huailing. In the end, she collapsed into a pile of mud in severe pain, struggling to reach the weapon on the leg ring, trying to grab something for self-protection.

The next moment someone grabbed his wrist, Deng Huailing took his other hand, wrapped the belt around his wrists, and tied them up.Rosie struggled to open her blurred eyes, and was a little shocked to see the bound hands, but her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and it hurt when she moved. He had no energy left to care about what Deng Huailing was going to do to him.

"Crazy," he muttered to himself, "it's more tiring than making love..."

Deng Huailing was reaching in from the hem of his high-slit skirt, unloading all the weapons inserted in the leg rings, blades, military stabs, and miniature bombs, all scattered among the flowers.The other party paused for a moment when he heard the words, and pressed him with a voice that still remained angry:

"Who else have you worked with besides Simmons?"

"It's not you anyway," Rosie said weakly.After exercising too much, his brain finally stopped spinning and turned into a mess. As for what he did in the Lost City and why he fought with Deng Huailing, he had forgotten everything. He just wanted to bite the person in front of him now., punched the opponent again, and then returned to the real world to sleep for three days.

Deng Huailing refused to let him go. After taking off the weapon on his leg ring, he lifted the hem of the skirt to the hem of his leg to check the other leg.Rosie flinched back in fear of the cold, feeling a hand rough up her thigh.

"Where has he ever touched you?" Deng Huailing's voice was indifferent, and his hand went up along his side, stroking his thighs, hip line, waist wrapped in tight fabrics, and smooth back muscles, and finallyRubbing a butterfly bone resentfully, "Who else has fucked you?"

Rosie's cheeks were flushed, and Deng Huailing's actions and words undoubtedly strongly stimulated him.He trembled slightly under the other's touch, bit his lower lip to stop himself from panting: "Don't touch it..."

Deng Huailing smiled contemptuously, ignoring his pleading: "Wouldn't you be able to access it for others as long as there is an exchange condition that is beneficial to the second district? If I get the brain lock, can I access it?"you?"