The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Because of the capacity of 6 bullets, there was no scene of crazy bullets shooting in the central control building, but the sound of punching to the flesh was always faintly audible.

Every time Wen Ci was not far from where the two fought, he didn't deliberately hide, because the battle between the two was so intense that this cat-and-mouse game seemed to have become a street fighter game between two men. His presence is correspondingly weakened.

To be honest, Wen Ci did not expect this to happen.

Or rather, he didn't really want to see this.

A lunatic can be dragged into another game with all his heart, only if the other game is more crazy and exciting than the previous game, such as fist-to-blood shopping and cold bullets that may hit your face at any time.

This proves that Song Yang is not inferior to Si Yuan in terms of madness and strength, so that the latter has no room to take it lightly.

But Song Yang is obviously just a stupid big guy who hasn't seen many scenes...

How terrifying is his potential?

There was a violent falling sound on the first floor. It was Song Yang who was hugging Si Yuan's leg after being kicked twice. The two of them fell from the guardrail on the second floor together.

The height of three meters is not too low. The big stupid body shrank like a shrimp when he fell, but he got up again in less than a second, and raised his gun at Si Yuan's shoulder. A shot was fired.

Si Yuan flew up and kicked the revolver away, the bullet hit the guardrail on the third floor and made a ding sound, followed by Song Yang's muffled groan, Si Yuan hugged Song Yang's head, raised his knee and hit Song Yang On the belly of Si Yuan, Song Yang roared and threw Si Yuan to the ground, and the two of them rolled on the ground again.

About Mo Siyuan took a fist once, Song Yang had to take it twice or three times.

"Abstain Song Yang, you are not his opponent." Wen Ci touched the tiny earphones in his ears, and ordered to the boy in a cold voice.

He knew Song Yang could hear him.

This is their agreement before the start of the game, the young man should follow the rules.

But the two people downstairs were still wrestling crazily, Song Yang didn't stop at all, as if he didn't hear Wen Ci's words.

The guy was constantly eating fists and counterattacks, and then suddenly took a shot. It was Si Yuan who clasped his hand/gun and shot Song Yang in the stomach. The guy's pain could be heard instantly in the quiet building. roar.

Bright worries covered Wen Ci's face, but the beauty's eyes were cold, icy cold, and Wen Yu's words crowded Wen Ci's brain like a spell, making Wen Ci feel a kind of love that he had never seen before. There was pressing pressure.

That pressure suffocated him even more than any previous predicament.

It was even more terrifying than when he was lying on the hospital bed dying in his previous life.

There seems to be something wrong with his boy. If he can't completely control it and let him grow upright, will he grow into a big tree with a crooked neck...and finally be sawed off by justice and justice?

He wanted to enjoy the shade in his forest.

Don't want to sit on a tree stump and wait for the end.

Then what's the point of his rebirth?

Wen Ci took a step forward, and he was directly exposed to the fence on the fourth floor, his hands were tightly gripping the railing, and there were bursting veins on the back of his hands.

"Song Yang, stop."

The voice in the earphones was colder than ever before, and there was a shiver in the coldness. It was Wen Ci's angry cry for help.

But his knight couldn't hear a word. Song Yang only heard the words of the lunatic, which echoed infinitely in his mind——

You play with me first, and when I am done playing with you, I will play with your master.

This was simply a curse, like a monster gnawed at Song Yang's sanity, Song Yang didn't feel any pain at all, even the close-to-body shot just now was far less terrible than the fate after letting go of this lunatic.

If he couldn't hold back the madman's words, Wen Ci would definitely not be able to escape.

A madman will hurt his boss in all kinds of shameless and nasty ways!

Even touching Wen Ci's finger, even if it's just his imagination, can make Song Yang feel the deathly anger, prompting him to vent, hurt, and revenge, until all dangers turn into mud and dust Die, as if only in this way, the mad lion can rest in peace.

He could no longer hear Wen Ci's voice.

"..." Wen Ci could only choose to stand up, raised his voice and said to the downstairs: "Song Yang, stop."

The cold voice echoed in the empty building, completely exposing Wen Ci's coordinates.

On the edge of the corridor fence on the fourth floor, in a place that was completely uncovered, a thin and beautiful woman in a white shirt and a windbreaker was standing there, looking like she would catch herself in a snare.

The two men, who had been wrestling endlessly, stopped fighting.

Si Yuan's face was full of surprise, even though he had been punched by Song Yang several times, his eyes and cheeks were a little bloodshot and bruised, but Wen Ci's appearance meant that he won this game without a fight, and the sense of victory made the man throw away in an instant opponent in hand.

The fist that was originally aimed at the bridge of Song Yang's nose turned into a slap, and gently slapped Song Yang's face, "Your toughness is pretty good, but it's a pity that you are still a piece of trash. You need the master to sacrifice himself to save you. Your love will not catch you watching the good things later, so that you won't have to watch the sexy things and have those dirty thoughts of human beings."

Si Yuan smiled and left Song Yang, got up and ran upstairs.

And Song Yang was lying on the ground sluggishly. The guy with a bruised nose and a swollen face looked like a pig's head. His head froze for a moment and couldn't function anymore.

The bullet in his stomach made his mobility less agile. He crawled on the ground twice, and it was not easy to get up tremblingly holding his stomach. Just as he was about to catch up with the lunatic, the boss said coldly again :

"Song Yang, the game is over, you have to learn to obey the rules in everything you do, you have to learn to obey the rules, understand?"

Song Yang stood blankly in the empty hall on the first floor, looking up at his boss.

Confused, he shook his head to show that he didn't understand.

So Wen Ci showed him that expression of disappointment that he had never shown to him before.

Si Yuan reached the fourth floor, went to Wen Ci's side, and hugged Wen Ci's waist without saying a word. The man's face with nosebleeds was full of fervent ruthlessness, and the gentle mask had already been put on. , This is a rare side in front of Wenci, the lunatic will try his best to play the gentle prince.

Except when you get excited on the bed and can't control it.

He wiped the blood from his face, smiled and kissed Wen Ci, "This time, I won the game, right?"

Wen Ci wiped his face with a tissue, "Didn't I let you do it?"

"..." Si Yuan's face collapsed, and the arm around Wen Ci's waist was instantly exerted force, and it was pulled into his arms fiercely. Wen Ci suddenly threw himself into the man's arms, and the man's slender waist was admired twice by the man through his clothes. Bundle.

The lunatic flaunted his might to retaliate against the beauty's arrogance, bit his soft ear and said, "Then you may regret letting me play this game, because I will definitely not let you later, and begging for mercy is useless."

Because he teased Wen Ci too indulgently, the man didn't notice the black muzzle of the gun pointing upwards from the bottom of the building behind him.

Wen Ci was forced to rest his head on the madman's shoulder, so he saw it.

Seeing the boy's uncontrollably raised arm, the boy's trembling hand holding the gun tightly holding the trigger, and the boy's eyes reddened by jealousy and anger, he is the most vicious and dangerous lion. All costs are life.

Wen Ci's eyes were extremely cold, and he turned around Si Yuan expressionlessly.

The gunshots brought up the smoke.

There was an extremely obvious pain from Wen Ci on the fourth floor. The beauty fell on the man and fell limp. Si Yuan showed disbelief and horror in his eyes. Gently leaning against the aisle wall with gentle words——

All this fell into the eyes of the perpetrator downstairs, and Song Yang was completely stunned.

The gun fell from his hand.

The sturdy young man staggered back two steps, as if he had done something wrong and wanted to escape.

But hearing the cries of the lunatic upstairs, his back footsteps stopped again, turned into staggering forward, and then turned into running faster and faster, until he rushed to the stairs on the fourth floor, and saw at the corner The warm words in Si Yuan's arms hung on the man's arms and chest like a doll, his eyes were scattered, as if he had lost consciousness.

Song Yang hid at the stairs and dared not go out, feeling suffocated.Si Yuan is not much better, although this imitation rubber bullet can't kill people, it will kill people, but he has eaten how painful it is, and a stronger body can take 2-3 rounds, like Wen Ci. , 1 shot is enough for half life.

Si Yuan lifted the cloth on Wen Ci's back waist, and as expected, he saw a palm-sized piece of black skin, and bullet holes that didn't penetrate but were obvious. It was a typical high-speed shooting injury!

People with poor physique can instantly lose mobility and even lose consciousness.

Si Yuan immediately hugged Wen Ci.

Seeing Song Yang at the stairs when he was about to leave, Si Yuan went over and kicked Song Yang in the stomach - the place where he was injured by a bullet before.

Song Yang took two steps back and hit the stairs, bent over and groaned in pain.

The lunatic yelled at him, "The game is over, didn't you hear what your master taught you? Dogs are smarter than you! If anything happens to Wen Ci, I can't spare you!!"

Si Yuan rushed down with warm words in his arms.

Song Yang was out of his mind, and it took him a while to recover from the kick just now. He covered his stomach with a pale face, held on to the handrail of the stairs, and chased down.

Si Yuan was very familiar with the terrain of the amusement park, and after a short journey, he found the nearest medical point with gentle words.

When he entered the room, he saw Song Yang following behind, and he was so angry that he directly closed the door.

After that, he crazily smashed the medical cabinet where the medicines were displayed, and sat on the treatment bed with a large tray of medicinal wine and cotton gauze. When lying on the bed, the wound on the lower back can be fully exposed.

"Are you feeling better? This kind of bullet wound needs to activate the blood immediately, otherwise it will leave a scar. I'll give you medicinal wine, you bear it."

Si Yuan feared that he had never said such gentle words in his whole life. He touched Wen Ci's cold and pale face, then touched Wen Ci's head, then poured a large amount of medicinal wine into his palm, and pushed him away with skillful strength. The black bullet marks on it.

The slack eyes of the gentle words quickly became solid, and when he became conscious, he grabbed the head of the hospital bed and tried to dig into the bed board with his five fingers.

Following the man's movements, his body kept trembling slightly, and the clenched teeth leaked out little by little, turning into a huge monster, leaping out of the medical room, biting the young man sitting on the ground at the door of the medical room, making him uncomfortable. trembling.

Like a child, Song Yang buried his head in his knees and hugged himself tightly.

The author has something to say: The dog did something wrong, poor

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