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Chapter 183 You Didn't Eat, Did You?

"Aren't you awesome back then, Satan, didn't you have the ability to kill all 38 members of my mercenary group? If you have the ability, show me another one." The bearded Tove, While yelling, he moved towards the boulder, and standing behind him were more than a dozen introverted men who shot a bunch of bullets at the boulder from time to time.

Jiang Xuejing's face became paler and paler. She knew that Leng Feng could fight, but she also knew that no matter how skilled she was, she was also afraid of kitchen knives. The opponent was someone with hot weapons. This time, she and Leng Feng might be doomed.

He clearly knew that he was going to die soon, but looking at Leng Feng's resolute face and smelling the male masculinity emanating from Leng Feng's body, Jiang Xuejing felt an indescribable sense of stability, and even thought of being with Leng Feng. After dying together, there is still a faint sweetness in my heart.

"Satan, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for using the bazooka." Tove knew how powerful Leng Feng was, and when he approached the huge boulder less than ten meters away, he stopped and shot at a big man beside him. Wink.

The big man understood, and after a smirk, he aimed the bazooka on his shoulder at the big stone.

"When I go out, their attention will definitely be on me. You take advantage of this opportunity to escape as far as you can..." That strong sense of crisis let Leng Feng know that if he doesn't come out again, Tove He would really order to fire, so he could only confess to Jiang Xuejing with a wry smile, and walked out from behind the boulder with his hands raised high.

"Hahahaha..." Pointing the gun at Leng Feng, thinking that Satan, who is famous in the underground world, would die in his own hands today, Tove couldn't help laughing wildly, looking up to the sky.

Leng Feng looked at Tofu coldly. At this moment, Leng Feng had the idea of ​​shooting several times, but under the muzzle of more than a dozen guns, Leng Feng knew that as long as he made a slight movement, he would be shot. It will be sieved by the ejected bullets.

This is the most dangerous situation Leng Feng has encountered so far. Leng Feng knows that Tofu is ferocious, and as soon as the laughter stops, he will order to shoot, but there is nothing he can do. beads of sweat.

"Kill..." Tove's laughter finally stopped, and he gave the order to shoot.

"Whoosh..." But Tove had time to yell out a kill word, a bullet shot into Tove's forehead with a breath of death.

"Flop..." With the sound of bullets entering his body, Tove had a blood hole on his forehead, and fell to the ground on his back.

Ren Tov brought veterans who had been in the field for a long time, but this sudden scene still made them stunned for a moment.

What kind of person is Leng Feng? He seized this opportunity to lose, and with a wave of his hand, a steel needle like a cow's hair flew out.

This time, Leng Feng used an indiscriminate attack method. The steel needle like a cow's hair, like a flying bullet, sank into the body of the person brought by Tov.

"Ah... ah..." The strange screams continued, and two big men were shot in the vitals and fell to the ground.

But this aroused the viciousness of other people, especially the one carrying the bazooka, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and aimed the cannon barrel at Leng Feng.

"Whoosh..." A bullet that looked like a flying fairy from the sky directly sank between the eyebrows of the big man. The big man fell on his back to the ground, but before he died, he pressed down hard with his hand.

"Whoosh..." The rocket flew into the sky with a long fire tail, and after a while, a ball of flames burst out in the distance.

"Kill..." Leng Feng's eyes flickered with coldness, he directly took out his dagger, and rushed into the crowd like a god of death.

This kind of close combat naturally made hot weapons useless, which also made those burly men as vulnerable as three-year-old children in front of Leng Feng.

"Go to hell..." He approached the last big man with a cold face, and with a swiping of the dagger, he was about to end his life, but at this moment, Leng Feng felt a chill that went deep into the bone marrow, and Leng Feng almost wanted to Don't even think about it, just roll over on the spot.

"Swoosh..." It was also a bullet from a sniper rifle, and it shot over like a fairy flying from the sky. Although Leng Feng dodged in time, the bullet still left a deep bloodstain on Leng Feng's arm.

Leng Feng was not excited about escaping death, but the chill in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, seeing the opportunity, the big man raised his gun at Leng Feng with a grinning face.

"Whoosh..." When he felt that the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at him again, Leng Feng waved his hand, and the dagger turned into a ball of lightning, and directly sank into the throat of the big man. Holding Leng Feng, he slowly fell to the ground.

"Xuejing, are you okay?" Leng Feng came behind the boulder in a flash, and when he saw that Jiang Xuejing was safe and sound although his face was a little pale, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, with a gentle look on his face. He helped Jiang Xuejing up: "You fool, didn't I let you escape?"

"Brother Leng lives, I will live. If Brother Leng dies, I will be a walking corpse if I live alone." Jiang Xuejing, who was always weak, looked at Leng Feng firmly.

Leng Feng hugged Jiang Xuejing into his arms, and there was a faint warmth surging in his heart. Jiang Xuejing revealed a weakness in his bones, but at this time of life and death, he felt the same life as himself. The idea of ​​dying together was never thought of by Leng Feng.

"If Han Yueying was here, she would do the same." Leng Feng didn't know what was going on, but suddenly such a thought popped up in his mind, and then he slapped himself hard.

"What's the matter, do you feel that my brother is here, but I only care about picking up girls, so I slapped myself." A lazy voice sounded.

Under the night, a young man came out very casually, but every move was so elegant, just like an emperor being inspected.

There is an air of arrogance in the eyes of the young man, but no one will think that this young man is arrogant, and will act instead, this man is born to be like this, if he does not have such an air, instead Contrary to common sense.

Hearing this familiar voice, Leng Feng suddenly turned around, trembling slightly, looking at the young man who was getting closer.

"Don't look, I'm really not dead. I'm not a god or a ghost." Wei Siwu couldn't help smiling when he saw Leng Feng rubbing his eyes vigorously, but there were faint tears in his eyes.

"It's better if you're dead." Leng Feng rushed towards Wei Siwu fiercely, roared wildly, and punched Wei Siwu hard.

"Bang..." Leng Feng's iron fist slammed into Wei Siwu's face fiercely, Wei Siwu fell to the ground, shaking his head and struggling to stand up, the corner of his mouth had already seen bright red blood.

"Leng Feng, you haven't eaten, right? Your fists are so boring!" Wei Siwu laughed and punched Leng Feng back. together.

(End of this chapter)