life after marriage

The man took out a deck of playing cards from the drawer and shuffled them leisurely.

His white hands looked like high-quality suet jade, and his round nails were carefully trimmed, making one wonder whether it was blood or melted honey that flowed in those knuckles.The blue and red playing cards form various patterns in his hands, jumping and flying like butterflies.

"There are two decks of cards here, with a total of [-] cards - I will only use this tonight." The man put the shuffled cards together and said with a smile: "If you don't run out, don't run away. OK?"

"You can pull it down." Yan Jing sneered, "I want to believe you, eighteen lives are not enough for me."

Before the words fell to the ground, he rushed forward with a dagger in his hand.

"Wow, wow."

The brand-new playing cards made a rustling plastic sound, and the man took out two cards and flicked them out.Yan Jing leaned over slightly, and the face of the card flew out, brushing his cheek.

He stopped, and the two cards were inserted straight into the wall, only two numbers were exposed.

"To three." The man flicked the cards in his hand, and the annoying plastic sound sounded again.

Yan Jing wiped his cheek, and a very faint trace of blood was drawn on the back of his hand. He knew that the man was very powerful, but he didn't expect that he would become more and more powerful after six years of absence.

"Aren't you coming?" The man tilted his head and sighed, "Okay, then I'll come to you instead."

He bent the cards in his hand, and from between his fingers, three cards flew out in various directions in a mess.

However, it is not completely irregular.Yan Jing used his dagger to break open the first card flying in front, bowed his head and backhanded the second card to the table, and the remaining third card hit his dagger.

It was obviously hard paper wrapped in plastic film, but it seemed to make the sound of gold and stone knocking, and the buzzing sound from the dagger was sharp and trembling, like some kind of mourning.

"Threesome." The man wiped the face of the card, then raised his hand, and there were four fives between his fingers.

Yan Jing pulled out the dagger, and when he raised his head again, his dark eyes were dazzlingly bright, as if two balls of fire were burning inside.

The man only played five cards, but his aura was approaching him step by step—he wanted to hit his aura and disrupt his pace.

But if you really lose your momentum, and also lose the courage to face it, then you will really become a dead person!

He twisted his wrist slightly, his joints clucked, and after three seconds of silence, he rushed over.

One cut through his sleeve corner, one cut off the hair on his sideburns, one narrowly missed his eyes, and one was pierced by a dagger through the middle——

This is almost a desperate way of playing, as long as there is a slight mistake, the card will pierce his skull.

The man's eyes lit up, and he backed away before the dagger hit him.

His movements looked soothing, like a piece of floating duckweed spreading out on the water, but he avoided Yan Jing's dagger.

"Then try this." He unfolded the four cards in his hand to Yan Jing, "This is my lucky number."

The sevens of four suits are like four sickles. Yan Jing stepped on the table on one side, and the rotating table blocked the four cards.

The man sighed: "You're still playing the same rascal as before, it doesn't look good at all."

Yan Jing kicked away the heavy table: "Then you came to beat me."

"Fighting is a boring thing, and you make it so ugly, it's hard for me to do it." The man looked doting, "Fortunately, I still like you very much."

Yan Jing: ...

This man is always inexplicably immersed in his own world, like a funny clown, but besides being funny, he is also disgusting.

"Be careful next time..." The man flipped his hands over, both hands were full of cards, all eights.

These eight cards flew towards Yan Jing, like a rain all over the sky, with sharp horns all over their eyes.

Yan Jing's heart sank, he could hardly see the way to escape.

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There is no news in the long alley.

Qin Jianzhi hid in the corner, the pale moonlight shone on the other wall, and an elongated figure walked crookedly.

He followed up silently, covering the other's mouth and nose suddenly.

"Tell me, who is the leader of this street?"

His voice was flat, without the slightest emotion, and the blue light in his eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

The expression of the restrained person quickly became dazed, and his eyes lost focus. When Qin Jianzhi let him go, he turned his head and walked towards the depths stiffly.

it worked...

Qin Jianzhi heaved a sigh of relief.He has tried to control the minds of small animals such as hamsters and dogs before, but this is the first time he has done such a thing as controlling a human being, so that he can't control the person's movements very well, and he looks very stiff - like a zombie in a movie .

He turned around the wall with all kinds of graffiti, walked through an arch that was almost in ruins, and saw a dilapidated and crowded shop. The owner looked exactly as Yan Jing had described—an old melon.

All these Yan scenes have been described to him in detail, and he has imagined these scenes countless times in the dead of night, and when he saw the real thing again, some sudden feelings emerged in his heart: it turned out that Zhang was like this.

The person who led the way finally stopped in front of a small villa.

"Go back."

He nodded stiffly, and walked crookedly along the original path.

Qin Jianzhi closed his eyes, and when he took another step, there was not even a sound.Looking carefully, he seems to be stepping on the ground, but there is actually a very thin layer of air between the boots and the ground.

Soon he climbed over the wall and covered the sloping roof of the second floor. Through the skylight, he saw Yan Jing.

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"Crash-crash-"

The frowning sound of playing cards sounded again.

The cards in the man's hand were obviously much thinner, and now there was only a [-], a little devil, and a big devil left in his hand.Even so, he still looked relaxed.

Because Yan Jing was much more embarrassed than him.

His long hair had already fallen apart due to the broken hair rope, the back of his hand was covered with blood stains, and blood was dripping from the cut on his forehead—this made him have to squint one eye.

"I haven't had such an ugly fight for a long time." The man sighed deeply, and he held the [-] like a sword.

Yan Jing's eyes blurred, and the man had disappeared.He rolled over to the right, and there was a sound of wood cracking behind him.

——It’s been a long time since he couldn’t keep up with other people’s speed. Whether it’s in the army or that strange Li Guanmian, he’s always the only one who appears behind others.

But no matter when he meets this man, he will always be on par with him.

"...Ah, I've made progress." The man stood up, only half of the [-] in his hand was left.

Yan Jing threw away the other half of the [-] in his hand, his palm was bleeding profusely.

"I can't keep up with you," he said, "but I know where you want to strike."

"That's right, you are the one who knows me best." The man nodded triumphantly, "It's a pity that I only have two cards left, so I can't continue playing with you."

The first half of the sentence was still far away, but the second half was already in his ears. Yan Jing reluctantly turned his head and saw a black and white clown card passing by.

"Little devil."

The clown grinned, his weird smile was exactly the same as the man's.

The card turned over and suddenly stabbed downwards, but there was nowhere to hide, Yan Jing let out a muffled snort, and a sharp pain came from his abdomen.

But this is also the only chance to get close to a man!

He raised the dagger he had been holding in his hand, and stabbed with his backhand——

"You're still so impulsive." The man shook his head, drew out the bright red kid card, and flicked the dagger out.

Now, he still has one card left in his hand, and Yan Jing has no weapons left.

The man showed the last card, the colorful clown raised his hands strangely, his scarlet lips seemed to be smeared with blood.

"Big ghost."

His figure disappeared again.

A smile suddenly appeared on Yan Jing's face.The cuff of his hanging right hand suddenly slipped a trace of silver light, and he put his right hand on his belly——

There was a muffled gunshot sound, and the man's face showed a rare astonishment. He lowered his head, and saw a penetrating wound suddenly appear on his stomach.

"you……"

Yan Jing's complexion was also not good, because he lost a lot of blood and turned pale.He turned his head and said softly: "I said, I can't keep up with you, but I know where you will start."

Qin Jianzhi on the roof almost fell off.