Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

As a member of the Hong Group, Hong Tingyun's grandfather, Hong Guanrong, taught them sternly since he was a child. Hong Tingyun was familiar with it, so he naturally knew some self-defense techniques.

But before he could react from the shock, Mo Xiaofeng's strategy changed again.

Mixed with Bajiquan routines, there are also actual military combat techniques used by field troops, fast, accurate, and ruthless, those people were killed by the opponent neatly before they even had time to make a move!

One of them wanted to fight back, but Xiaofeng was like a god of death in the dark night, with slow movements and fierce strikes, blood spattered on his wrist, he gracefully took out his handkerchief and wiped it, the expression on his face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end. It's a look of indifference.

Hong Tingyun sat on the ground, watched him walk back to him step by step, slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand towards him, his eyes seemed to soften a lot.

"Can you still go?"

Hong Tingyun didn't know whether he should be afraid or shocked at this moment. He smelled the stronger smell of blood on the opponent's body, and his heart was beating violently. fell down.

Reflexively pulled him back, Mo Xiaofeng's clothes were covered with stains.

He felt that he had a cleanliness disorder, the hairs on his arms stood up, and resistance was written all over his body.

Mo Xiaofeng spat secretly, what a bad luck!

I didn't get half of the benefits of saving someone, and now I have to take care of the aftermath like a nanny? ? ?

Sighing again, I complained eight hundred times in my heart, this guy is simply too good-for-nothing!

Mo Xiaofeng put the man on his shoulders, opened the iron gate on the side and took a look inside.

The bloody scenes inside had come to an end, and the scene was being cleaned. It seemed that Mo Xiaofeng's sudden appearance startled them, and the scene fell silent.

Those people glanced at him, then immediately lowered their heads and speeded up what they were doing. The noisy scene was eerily quiet for a while.

Mo Xiaofeng felt a little uncomfortable looking at a hulking guy, he scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"It will be ready right away, and it will not delay Mr. Liang's business."

Mo Xiaofeng didn't care about these at all, and nodded casually in response.

"Take care of the outside as well. I'm off work by then, so I'm leaving first."

Before they could respond, the iron door closed again, and a group of people inside glanced at each other, feeling a little bewildered for a while.

They all work for the bar. Why do they do the hard work of going out late and returning early? It’s 996 to work outside, but this guy is like 905. Don’t talk about three hours a day, it’s just a matter of clocking in. Make an attendance sheet and wait for the salary at the end of the month.

But no one dared to say this in person. The part-time students who work in this bar are very popular with the boss.

Mo Xiaofeng carried Hong Tingyun back to the small apartment he rented near the school.

In a few days, it will be the final exam of the first semester of the sophomore year, and after that, it will be a holiday for the Chinese New Year, and there will not be much homework.

Mo Xiaofeng is working outside these days, doing some part-time work.It was a little late when I went back, so I just rented a place to sleep, and only went back to my uncle's Qingpinglou to report on weekends.

The guy on his shoulders was heavy and heavy, and his entire weight was on Mo Xiaofeng's body, which made him feel like he was carrying a corpse for a while.

If Mo Xiaofeng hadn't been a soldier for two years and returned to continue his studies after leaving the army, how could he have the physical strength to carry this guy all the way.

But even so, his clothes are already unreadable, and the smell on his body is even worse.

Throwing the person on the floor, Xiaofeng went into the bathroom, and finally came back alive after taking a shower.

Xiaofeng is a little cleanliness, a habit he developed since he was a child. When he was in the army, he couldn't take a bath every day. He would also wipe his whole body to try to relax himself.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw the man on the ground waking up from a daze.

He rushed him to take a shower, and when he came out, Mo Xiaofeng took the medicine box and treated the wound.It's not that Mo Xiaofeng is kind, if someone just died in his room like this, he really can't tell.

After all the tossing, Hong Tingyun's scalp felt a little numb from the pain. After all, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and lived a pampered life. Licking blood with a knife is not a life he can live.

The guy in front of me was sitting on the sofa beside him, washing his wound with povidone iodine, and he looked very serious.

The other party was slightly shorter than Hong Tingyun, with his head bowed, he could only see the long eyelashes blinking one by one, carrying the moisture from the bath just now, his eyes were like a deer.

This quiet appearance was in sharp contrast to the previous violent state. Hong Tingyun looked at the other party, feeling as if a feather had been swept over his heart for a moment, feeling that this guy was full of unsolved mysteries.

It must be because he lost too much blood and his mind is not clear. Thinking so, Hong Tingyun even felt that his head was very dizzy at the moment.

Not long after, when Mo Xiaofeng finished everything, the guy on the sofa was already exhausted, leaning on the sofa and it was teetering. Mo Xiaofeng lowered his head and didn't notice it. When he found out, the guy had already fallen on him.

Mo Xiaofeng was unprepared, and was hit right on the ground. The two of them panicked for a while, and then they both rolled to the ground.

With a loud bang, the back of Mo Xiaofeng's head hit the ground, and he was almost sent away.

And on his body, there was still a guy weighing one hundred and fifty to sixty kilograms, and now it was his turn that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were hurting, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

What's worse, the heat from this guy's breath touched his neck, and Mo Xiaofeng's goosebumps stood up in an instant, and even the bones of his ears were numb!

As if he had been touched against the scales, the veins on Mo Xiaofeng's forehead bulged, and killing intent gushed out like a spring.

"Damn it! Get up!"

But Hong Tingyun was so dizzy that he couldn't get up after trying several times, but the pressure made Mo Xiaofeng's chest hurt even more.

He raised his foot and kicked the man away without hesitation. After the latter made a muffled sound, he really fainted.

Mo Xiaofeng got up from the ground, raised his hand and sent a message to Yu Tianqing, and only asked, "Can Qingpinglou control the killing and burying?"

In the middle of the night, Yu Tianqing was baffled by Mo Xiaofeng's endless questions.

But at any rate, he has seen all kinds of turbulent waves, so he replied calmly.

"Did you forget? My master told me not to accept your business."

Well, Mo Xiaofeng wanted to lie down and give up the treatment.

Picking up the person from the ground and throwing him back on the sofa, looking at him like a useless dog, Mo Xiaofeng's temper comes and goes quickly, he really doesn't need to be with a patient

Compete.

But when he looked back, he saw the coin he had put on the bedside table again.

This thing is unique to the uncle, it is very valuable, and it is very handy to use, but he is not like the (army) fire business that the uncle does, making such a small thing just for fun, but Most of the time, he just wears it on his body for self-defense.

Picking up the coin and tossing it, the pattern of the coin that landed on the back of his hand turned out to be the face of the Gorgon Medusa.

She showed her sharp teeth, opened her eyes, and the patterns were vividly depicted.

Mo Xiaofeng was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look back at the guy on the sofa.

If the side of the clover is lucky, then the side of Medusa is telling him that this person cannot stay.

Tsk, let me save and let me kill again, fate is always so dramatic, it is unbelievable and incomprehensible.

The murderous intent flashed across Mo Xiaofeng's heart, and finally put the coin back on the bedside table intact.

Murder is too troublesome, and it is very troublesome for no one to deal with the aftermath.What he is most afraid of is trouble, and he doesn't know why he went crazy today, but he even brought him back...

Forget it, it's useless to think too much, drive people away tomorrow morning, and everything will be as if it never happened.

Mo Xiaofeng's biological clock is firmly fixed, and he doesn't want to kill the other party, so he doesn't bother to shake him awake to discuss the issue of remuneration.

Lying on the bed by himself, Mo Xiaofeng fell asleep in less than 5 minutes, which is the envy of the insomniacs.

At dawn in the morning, Hong Tingyun was woken up by the noise of the slag truck downstairs.

Although the night was not very comfortable, he slept unexpectedly soundly.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a strange place.

Tingyun suddenly turned over and sat up, the severe pain in his body almost took his breath away.

There are bandages on his body, and several stab wounds have been treated. After taking medicine, it will be like a healing period, and the wounds are painful and itchy.

Hong Tingyun sat on the sofa for a long time to recover, and he became much clearer.

Looking up and looking around, he found that it was a single room similar to a hotel room.

The room was very clean, the table was spotless, even the ashtray was placed in the middle of the whole table, and even the cloth underneath was measured at an angle as precise as a ruler. Hong Tingyun felt that this person was really obsessive-compulsive.

It's not that he's still hungover, what happened last night won't break him.

The guy on the bed was soundly asleep at this moment, breathing evenly, as if he didn't care about himself as an outsider.

Hong Tingyun propped himself up and stood up. The clothes on his body were changed yesterday, and the nightgown belonged to this guy. There was a faint woody fragrance on the clothes, which was exactly the same as the one he smelled last night.

The smell is a bit like amber with cypress, which is different from the smell of perfume floating on the surface. It is a bit like the ancient kind of spices that are heated and smoked on clothes, and come out from the inside.

Hong Tingyun held his aching ribs and walked towards the bed with difficulty.

Yesterday, the light was not good and he was dizzy so badly that he really didn't take a good look at this guy.

The person wearing it didn't sleep well, half of his face was buried in the pillow, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the sweat on his head even wet the hair on his temples.He clutched the quilt tightly with his fingers, as if he was still muttering something.

Hong Tingyun looked at Mo Xiaofeng who seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up. He was very uncomfortable, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand towards the other party, wanting to wake him up.

But in the next second, the world was spinning, and Hong Tingyun was pressed down on the bed by Mo Xiaofeng, his right hand was cut behind his back, and his neck was strangled so hard that it was almost broken!

"Fuck! It hurts! Let go!"

Damn, it's the second time!Why do I forget to snort so much!