Although the two men were very nervous, they did not dare to relax their guard against each other and were extremely careful in every move.
"Leng Xiao... Leng Xiao... I feel so uncomfortable..." Qiu Mo's little hands unconsciously grabbed into the air, as if she wanted to grab something.
Leng Xiao hurriedly dropped the knife in his hand and hugged her into his arms, comforting her and saying, "Just bear with it a little longer, Momo, you will be fine soon."
"So sad..."
She murmured and rubbed against his body. The cold air outside was very heavy and his body was very cold, so she hugged him hard so that she could stay close to him and absorb the slightest bit of coolness.
Ye Hen stood aside, with the stars in the sky hanging upside down in his dark eyes, making him look even darker.
His eyes glanced at the katana at Leng Xiao's feet, and then at his arms hugging Qiu Mo tightly.
In those years that he couldn't see, would they have been embracing each other like this, and would the body that he had never desecrated would bloom charmingly under someone else's body.
She married him as his wife and gave birth to children for him, but all she ever gave herself was deep, cold hatred.
What did he do wrong? He clearly cherished her so much.
Is it wrong to keep something by your side if you like it for her own good?
He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out.
It was precisely because he didn't understand, that he felt jealous at this moment, and veins were popping out of his clenched fists.
With almost no hesitation, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the samurai sword, and swung it from bottom to top, with swift and vicious moves, just like his usual style.
Leng Xiao was already wary of him, but at this moment he leaned up and dodged the sudden knife attack.
A small black shadow fell in front of his eyes, and it turned out that a lock of hair on his forehead was cut off by the sharp knife. It is conceivable that if he dodges slower, this knife will cut off half of his face.
Qiu Mo in his arms was still clinging to him tightly, and the temperature on his body made her feel comfortable. Unable to bear to make her uncomfortable, he picked her up and at the same time, he avoided Ye Hen with difficulty.
of a knife.
Looking around, it was a mess, with burnt wood and cement blocks everywhere. He touched the cold wall behind him. He stretched his hand back and suddenly touched a water pipe. When Ye Hen swung his knife again, he used
This water pipe caught his blow head on.
There was a crisp sound, and countless sparks burst into the air.
Ye Hen's eyes seemed to be red with blood, and he pressed forward step by step. Leng Xiao held the person with one hand and resisted his attack with the other, retreating step by step.
"Ye Hen, you are crazy, now is not the time to kill each other." Leng Xiao deflected his move.
"Killing each other? When did I stand on the same side as you?" Ye Hen sneered: "The woman you are holding in your arms is yours, not mine. Even if you die, you will die for her."
"Then why are you coming back?" Leng Xiao hit the spot that hurt him. His eyes dimmed and he remained silent, but his men's attacks became stronger and faster.
With a swipe, the iron pipe in his hand was shot away.
Leng Xiao's shoulder was cut open by his knife. There was already an injury there, and now blood was flowing out like a spring.
Warm blood fell drop by drop on the back of Qiu Mo's hand. She opened her eyes during the struggle, and the first thing she saw was his injured shoulder, which was dazzlingly red.
He suffered from blood loss. Although George said that it was basically cured, he could not adapt to the amount of bleeding that ordinary people could bear. Moreover, his wounds healed slowly and it was difficult to stop the bleeding. If left untreated for a long time, the blood loss would return.
Offend again.
"Leng Xiao..." Qiu Mo stretched out her hand to cover his injured wound, and bright red blood flowed out from her thin white fingers.
Seeing this kind of protective gesture in Ye Hen's eyes made his jealousy even more intense. He thrust forward the long knife in his hand and took it straight to Leng Xiao's throat.
"No." Qiu Mo used all her strength to hook Leng Xiao's neck, and then blocked his chest with her back.
The tip of Ye Hen's knife suddenly stopped an inch away from her body. The cold tip of the knife reflected the dark night and his twisted and painful face.
Despair overwhelmed him like a tide, making him unable to think or breathe.
His hands were trembling, and the tip of the knife trembled slightly in the moonlight.
Suddenly, he pointed the knife at Qiu Mo's heart and thrust it forward...
Leng Xiao's expression changed and he quickly took a step back.
Just hear a pop.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Qiu Mo turned around in shock, and saw that the tip of Ye Hen's knife was touching her clothes, and what stopped it from inserting into her body was Leng Xiao's palm. Under such circumstances, the only thing he could reach this distance was his hand.
.
The tip of the knife passed through his palm, and the blood on the tip of the knife flowed down like a stream, like big drops of tears falling from a woman's eyes.
The knife has spirituality. If the knife hurts its owner, it will also cry.
Ye Hen's knife attack just now was probably intended to kill her.
She couldn't recover from the shock for a long time, until Ye Hen pulled the knife back.
In an instant, blood splashed everywhere, and a few drops even splashed on her face, like plum blossoms blooming in winter.
Leng Xiao's hand dropped, and the pain caused cold sweat to soak into his temples. He pursed his thin lips tightly and turned pale.
But even so, he still held Qiu Mo tightly with his other hand, and his strength did not relax at all.
Ye Hen stopped attacking. He raised the knife in his hand and threw it at Leng Xiao's feet.
The smile on that face actually had an indescribable bitterness.
"Momo, if this is the destination you choose, I will make it happen for you."
After saying that, he turned around and strode away.
"Ye Hen." Qiu Mo called him. Her current physical condition made it difficult for her to even speak, but when she saw the desolation in the corners of his eyes, her heart suddenly ached fiercely.
She kept telling herself that she hated him and wished he would die soon.
But when she sensed danger, she would run back to inform him without hesitation; when he still showed up here despite knowing that Habi wanted his life, she would worry for him; even if he wanted to kill him just now,
Even if he killed her, she couldn't blame him.
She didn't know why she was so extreme with Mao Dun in her heart, but she knew very well that she didn't want to see him die.
Ye Hen heard the shout and paused. The moonlight cast his shadow on the bumpy ground, twisting and turning.
Qiu Mo bit her lip and looked at the lonely and desolate back, as if begging: "Ye Hen, don't die..."
She choked with sobs: "Because you are my only relative in this world."