The seventh rule of the male god

——Life is a gamble, and many people have fled before they even get to the gambling table.

The atmosphere is quiet and contemplative, with slight breathing and the fragrance of roses, it's almost as if you're away from it.

"...you are so, so cute." Wei buried his face in Yun Changfeng's neck, his voice was hoarse and ambiguous.

Yun Changfeng raised his eyebrows, nodded the Swiss Army Knife in his hand, and said interestingly: "Isn't it just what you want?"

There was a slight stabbing pain on the back, and Wei Wei smiled back and asked: "Aren't you afraid of me shooting?"

Said, fingers slightly bent.

"Afraid, why aren't you afraid—"

A sense of trembling called death instantly surrounded Yun Changfeng. He took a deep breath and watched the blood slowly ooze from Tail's white back. Both of them felt uncomfortable because no one could see through the other. It is the confusion and excitement of the unknown.

He raised his head and kissed Yun Changfeng's lips, his lips and teeth were close together, and the tip of his tongue chased and touched, making small moans, slightly lingering, tender and lingering.

Yun Changfeng pushed the tail away, and left at the first touch, got up and adjusted the bathrobe, lay on the bed and yawned: "I'm going to bed first."

Wei stepped back a few steps, put away the pistol in his hand, and looked at Yun Changfeng with a half-smile, with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes, "Just chatting under the quilt?"

Yun Changfeng raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Otherwise?"

Wei Wei didn't speak, just glanced at him with a half-smile, straightened his clothes and went out, it took him a long time to hear his faint voice:

"I'm—I won't be merciful to people who want to kill me——"

It wasn't until the slight sound of closing the door that Yun Changfeng sat up from the bed, looked at the night sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and slowly showed a faint smile.

Facing the void, the words he spit out were as gentle as a whisper.

"Neither will I, be merciful to my own goals—"

Buenos Aires is like a very island-style garland carried by the Argentine natives. It is straightforward and enthusiastic, and the air is full of the mellow aroma of spirits.

Yun Changfeng passes through complex and circuitous roads, narrow or wide. Argentina has just had a cold rain, and the air is still damp and cold. Black windbreaker, the windbreaker is raised when walking, clean and handsome.

Walking into a bar as if you are familiar with the road, it is getting dark at night, and the bar counters and booths are scattered with men or teenagers with different styles.

It's a gay bar, and that's pretty common in Buenos Aires.

Some people say that it is a pity to come to Buenos Aires but not come to Gay Bar.

The moment Yun Changfeng stepped into the bar, he received countless ambiguous and suggestive glances in an instant. There is no doubt that Yun Changfeng's current dress and image are definitely a top-quality man.

It is said that people of the same kind have a kind of intuition, can judge whether you are gay, whether it is 1 or 0, it is the sensitive sense of smell of the same kind, but some people are like this, dissociated from the state, clean and black.

His right arm started to hurt again, but it didn't affect his movement at all. Yun Changfeng sat on a high stool and ordered a glass of soda water - something more pure than mineral water, close to pure substances - the weather in Argentina is also Changeable, some colds, very dry throat, I don't know if the three of KF will be shocked when they see it?

After a while, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and a slender and beautiful boy walked in, dressed in a British-style men's school uniform, wearing handsome boots, his long hair tied up with a black headband, tied in a ponytail, shaking Yes, like many beautiful girls who passed by your window in middle school, with two strands of hair hanging down from both sides of their cheeks, their complexion is fair and clear, with an innocent look that attracts some special lovers in the bar.

It was only when he saw the young man walking towards Yun Changfeng that he suddenly realized.

"Brother Qi'an, long time no see, have you been waiting for a long time?" Wu Yue greeted politely, smiling with crooked eyebrows, looking like a good student, but Yun Changfeng saw his little finger tap slightly.

Wuyue leaned against the bar, Yun Changfeng got up as well, and ordered him a glass of soda: "Children are not suitable for drinking. In fact, I have just arrived. What are we going to do today?"

"I don't want to play today—" Wu Yue took a sip of Yun Changfeng's soda water, consciously or unconsciously licking the place where Yun Changfeng had drunk it with the tip of his tongue.

Yun Changfeng looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Wuyue raised the collar of her clothes, covered her chin and lips, looked around, her eyebrows and eyes were full of charm, but her gaze towards Yun Changfeng was inexplicably dodged, complaining dissatisfiedly, "Don't look at me with such focused eyes, I will Misunderstood—why is it still so cold inside?"

Yun Changfeng pursed his lips, and his thin lips gently raised a faint flowery smile: "Then Xiaoyue, shall we go out?"

The guests in the bar were all stunned by Yun Changfeng's smile, and when they realized it, there was a sudden bang in their ears, and they saw three young men holding guns, with serious expressions, tall and straight figures, and each with extraordinary skills.

"Ak17, a new type of semi-automatic modified pistol, the range is increased, and the initial velocity of the bullet is..."

The bar was in a panic for a moment, Wuyue and Yun Changfeng looked at each other, and with a "crash", they quickly smashed open the glass and turned out, each finding a cover.

Yun Changfeng quickly drew his gun in the gap, raised his left hand with his cheek sideways, and pulled the trigger before the other party recovered. It was as if he could hear the friction sound of the rifling of the gun, and it hit the chest of one of the three. ——

At the same time, a scorching heat wave brushed past his left arm——

Yun Changfeng had anticipated the trajectory of the bullet long ago, and after careful calculation, he obtained the best result.

Suddenly, his body leaned over, and a burst of warmth immediately flowed down from Yun Changfeng's right arm—it was blood.

"Shit." Yun Changfeng quickly leaned against the wall with his right arm in his arms, cursing in a low voice, the new injury added to the old injury, it really hurts - the man drew the gun and fired too fast, as fast as Yun Changfeng Unable to respond.

Almost instantly, without facing each other, without looking at each other, just a bullet, Yun Changfeng knew who this person was.

The international trump card, the blade of ghost slashing—Zu.

"Ah, is there anything?" Eucalyptus asked with a frown, looking at the injured young man.

A held his chest and shook his head. He was a strong-willed man. He lowered his eyebrows and cursed in Chinese, "It's so fucking unlucky." Then he turned his gaze to the young man on the other side.

The cold black gun muzzle against the white face and black eyes, silent and cold for no reason, his face is not special, the kind that can never be found in the crowd, but it has a kind of solemnity, tranquility, and makes people yearn for it ——

The muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at Yun Changfeng.

The black hair fluttered lightly, sweat slipped off, Yun Changfeng could not deny that his heartbeat had accelerated——

At this time, a helicopter slowly descended from above, and the huge propeller brought up a strong wind, and the surrounding trees were bent over by the wind pressure.

Zu's index finger that pulled the trigger moved slightly, then pulled back, "Bang——"

There's a lot of wind—bullets off course—

"Bang bang—"

Yun Changfeng evoked a cynical smile, blood dripped from his index finger, he held a gun in his left hand and aimed at Zu's hand with two bullets: "God loves children."

Zu's right hand shook back with the sound of bullets blunting into his arm, and he almost let go of the pistol. His expression was still indifferent, but an incomprehensible emotion slipped through his slightly lowered eyes.

"Bang bang bang-"

The trail of the wind scattered around, and a ladder was quickly thrown down from the helicopter. Wu Yue kicked up the gun that fell on the ground with one foot, turned around and grabbed the ladder with his right hand, suspended in mid-air, and picked up the gun with his left hand to shoot With A and eucalyptus is a three-shot.

Although not in the middle, it also restricted their actions.

"Three tombs, wait for four seconds and go straight up to the south."

Under Yiliang's instruction, San Tomb started the helicopter to change direction. Yiliang leaned against the open hatch, and if he didn't pay attention, he would die.

one second.Put the handle, the gun, and the boot in May, and grab the ladder with your left hand.

two seconds.Yun Changfeng quickly approached the ladder.

three seconds.Wuyue stretched out his right hand towards Yun Changfeng, his headband suddenly fell apart, and his long hair was blown into chaos.

four seconds.Yun Changfeng held Wu Yue's right wrist tightly with his left hand, and Wu Yue did the same, clasping each other tightly.

——The blood slid from the injured right arm to the fingertips, and the drops were blown to the ground by the wind.

At the same time, the helicopter suddenly raised its altitude, the ladder began to rise, and flew south.

Zu clearly heard Yun Changfeng's nasty laughter and that sentence - "God bless the good boy."

A and Eucalyptus ran to Zu's side at the same time, A looked at the helicopter getting farther and farther away, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, "Captain—"

Zu interrupted him coldly: "Heal the wound first."