Glancing at Leng Yan, Ye Lang found out strangely that he actually felt that Leng Yan's back was familiar, and he felt familiar from the bottom of his heart. This strange discovery made him delay the action of pulling the trigger.
"What's going on? Why does this figure look so familiar? I should have never seen him before?" The wild wolf thought to himself, while driving the trigger with his index finger. The force on the trigger was so heavy that it reached the critical point. As long as he pulled his finger again,
At the slightest moment, gunshots will sound and bullets will be fired.
Luo Ning is dead!
Wild Wolf has absolute confidence in his marksmanship. He believes that Luo Ning will definitely die if he uses mental calculations without intention, and sneak attacks from behind to release black guns.
But, is she really dead?
Logically speaking, yes, because the wild wolf's shooting skills are very good, and Luo Ning has not noticed anything strange until now. Even Leng Yan, who has always been very sensitive, did not feel death approaching at this moment.
However, in fact it does not.
It wasn't that Leng Yan noticed the danger and stopped the wild wolf at the critical moment, or that the wild wolf missed the target, but that the wild wolf didn't pull the trigger.
The moment he was about to pull the trigger suddenly and kill Luo Ning, his expression suddenly changed wildly, and the hand that pulled the trigger hurriedly pulled back as if bitten by a poisonous snake, and gave up at the last moment.
It’s not that you can’t pull the trigger, it’s that you don’t dare!
Because he suddenly thought of this back figure, thought of when he had seen this back figure, and thought of the identity represented by this back figure - Di Tian!
Emperor Tian!
The wild wolf's face turned pale, without a trace of blood anymore. His whole body hidden behind the tombstone was trembling uncontrollably, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to the past, to that blood-stained night.
That day was dusk, and that day was the most glorious day for the Cobra mercenary group where the Wild Wolf belonged. They helped a small country in South Africa win a war and regain power. They were treated like heroes.
However, that night, they declined and fell apart at their most glorious place, just like a flash in the pan, fading in the utmost brilliance, and all this happened only because of one person, and yes, it was Di Tian.
That evening, Di Tian, together with the monkey nicknamed the Angry Monkey King, led his four generals to surround and kill them to avenge the death of their good brothers.
That battle lasted from dusk to early morning, and no one knew how brutal the battle was. However, when the night ended and the morning light first appeared, Di Tian walked on a blood-stained road, leaving behind a trail as tall as a god or demon.
Behind the scenes, there is an unsurpassable myth.
"It's him, you can't be wrong!" Ye Lang recognized Leng Yan's identity and was so frightened that he had only one thought in his mind, that is to run away, as far away as possible.
"Leng Yan, let's go back!"
In front of Luo Chongxiao's grave, Luo Ning greeted him in a low voice, and Leng Yan nodded and turned around.
At the moment he turned around, the wild wolf seemed to see him glance at him, and his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his limbs were cold, and his heartbeat seemed to jump out of his chest.
"Did he see me? Did he find me? This time I'm dead." The wild wolf's eyes darkened and he fell into deep despair, feeling that he was dead.
It was not until a long time later that Leng Yan and Luoning walked away that he came back to his senses from the endless fear. He was like a fish fished out of the water, dripping with cold sweat all over his body and completely exhausted.