Scumbag regrets after divorce

But to my surprise, there was no one at home.

It was still the feeling I was most familiar with, just empty and lifeless.

Feng Ling didn't explain where An Ruixuan went, and Yi Huajin didn't ask, and the two walked in the door in silence.

But Yi Huajin came in and reminded Fengling, "We're already divorced."

"I know."

"Then what do you mean?"

"An Ruixuan is gone, I need someone to sleep with me."

"Why did he leave?" Yi Huajin still couldn't help asking.

"Because he thinks I'm broken with you, and he can't accept it."

"Hehe." Yi Huajin gave a mocking smile, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, raised one leg over the other, and stared at Fengling: "He should know you, you like stealing so much , I can’t bear it, how can I say I love you?”

"It's not as good as me. I have endured you for at least three years."

Feng Ling took off his coat and tie, unbuttoned his collar and cuffs and walked over.

He put both hands on the soft back of Yi Huajin, leaned down and framed him between his arms, and smiled softly: "Yeah, I just like to linger with lovers outside, and I already got it... It's too boring."

Yi Huajin raised her head, just in time to meet Feng Ling's fiery gaze, her body became hot for some reason, as if in heat.

He had never been in heat for no reason before, and it may have been more recently, and his body has gradually become very different.

He put his arm around Feng Ling's neck, and was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed a change in Feng Ling's eyes.

Those eyes became sharp and cold, with some biting... murderous aura!

"you……"

He only said one word, and the next moment Yi Huajin was forced to fall on the sofa by Feng Ling, and he threw himself so hard that he almost crushed himself to death.

Immediately, there was a loud bang, and the glass behind him shattered.

Not only the glass behind him, but also the wall in front of him also made a sound like being penetrated by something, harsh and stiff.

Yi Huajin's head buzzed, and before she had time to react, she saw Fengling calmly and clearly mouthed next to her ear: "Don't move."

The glass will shatter because of the impact from the outside, and the wall inside the house has been pierced. Could it be—— is it a robbery?

This is a suburban villa area, there are almost no people there, and most people living here will have bodyguards, but Feng Ling has always thought that he is very powerful, so he didn't do it, so the movement just now didn't attract the attention of any outsiders.

Feng Ling pressed Yi Huajin's body for about 30 seconds, before the second shot.

But this does not mean that the danger has been lifted.

Yi Huajin was sweating under his pressure, and when he looked at Fengling again, he was also sweating profusely, and the white shirt on his shoulders was soaked with a large amount of blood.

he is injured?

Before Yi Huajin had time to ask, Feng Ling took the lead: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, you're hurt."

Feng Ling didn't care about the injury, but said in a low voice, "Sniper rifle."

"Someone is going to kill you?"

"No, I was aiming at you just now. Today, the southeast wind is at level 82. Judging from the degree of shattering of the windows and the caliber of the cracks on the wall, it should be a Barrett M1A500, about [-] meters away."

"500 meters?" Yi Huajin was shocked: "How did you find out?"

"I'm sensitive to bullets, I felt it when the window shattered."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the glass around the house shattered like a flood breaking a bank, and then three masked men in black came into the house through the window with a gun.

Feng Ling quickly glanced at these three people, and just smiled calmly: "Your target should not be me, can you let me go?"

The killer standing in the middle made a mechanical voice, which was obviously changed with a voice changer: "Hand over the man under you."

"it is good."

Feng Ling got up obediently, and Yi Huajin saw that when he got up, he secretly touched a dark object from the gap under the sofa and stuffed it into his back.

After Feng Ling got up, he dragged Yi Huajin up by the way, pushed him and brought him in front of the three of them: "Shoot casually, it's just a plaything, I'll find it after I die."

Yi Huajin saw what Feng Ling had touched just now, and felt that he should be acting, and cooperated with him in acting.

He rushed over to hug Fengling, begging bitterly: "Fengling...you save me, save me!! I don't want to die yet!"

Feng Ling threw him away in disgust, and gave him a slap: "The enemy you have provoked yourself, why do you ask me to save you?!"

Yi Huajin didn't feel any force of the slap, but deliberately let her body fall backwards, bumped into a killer with a gun on the far left, and then spread her arms to hold down the man with a grasping technique, and snatched it from his hand. shot.

That person didn't expect Yi Huajin to have such skill at all, and just about to resist, before he had time, he heard another gunshot.

"Uh——" After a dull cry, the heavy body of the man fell heavily on the ground, and the blood slowly spread from under his body.

Yi Huajin suppressed the fear in his heart, he had never seen such a scene, especially a fresh life disappearing in front of him like this.

This scene was extremely bloody and violent, but he heard strange laughter.

The laughter came from Feng Ling, he was laughing wildly with his gun up: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha——"

"You...what are you laughing at..." It was still the mechanical voice, obviously, he was shocked by this weird laugh.

"What am I laughing at?" Feng Ling restrained his smile, raised his hand and fired again, without even aiming, and shot directly through the chest of the killer on the far right.

Another dead body fell down, but Feng Ling became even more excited, and bloodthirsty frenzy gradually climbed up his face: "I haven't touched blood for many years, thank you for letting me go back to the way I was ten years ago." Feel."

The only remaining killer finally came to his senses. He was about to raise his gun, but before he could take aim, Yi Huajin rushed forward with sharp eyes and gave a horizontal kick, kicking the gun out of his hand.

He quickly squatted down to pick up the gun, and pretended to point at the killer: "Don't move."

But he didn't even pull the trigger, because he didn't dare to shark people, he didn't have the ruthlessness of Feng Ling.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the killer slowly raised his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender, which meant to beg to be let go.

It's just that just as he raised his hand above his head like this, Yi Huajin felt a cold touch like death coming from behind him.

Before he had time to turn around, there was a bloody voice and the embrace of the people behind him followed. He was tightly protected by Feng Ling in his embrace, but it was stained with scalding blood.

It wasn't his own blood, it was Feng Ling's—! ! ! !