Li Gan put his right hand on his knee again and showed a complicated smile to Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiaoan did not reveal any flaws. At the same time, Li Gan also saw that Meng Xiaoan's left hand was in his pocket. Could it be that there was something hidden in his pocket?
Li Gan didn't want to be okay, but when he thought about it, all kinds of messy things started to pop up in his mind like crazy.
What is hidden in Meng Xiaoan's pocket? Why does he always put his hand inside? What is inside?
This idea has always been in Li Gan's mind and he can't get rid of it like a devil.
Meng Xiaoan didn't dare to take out his left hand now. He was afraid that his speed could not match Li Gan's speed of drawing the gun.
Is it the only way to make Li Gan suspicious?
Li Gan suddenly smiled and asked: "Why do you always put your left hand in your pocket? Is there something shameful?"
Meng Xiaoan also smiled and said: "There is a shameful thing."
Li Gandao: "What?"
"you guess."
Li Gan is now very angry at the smile on Meng Xiaoan's face. What is inside? Maybe there is nothing inside?
Li Gan knew it was not the right time to take action because his heart was not calm enough.
If you want to kill someone, you must calm yourself down so that you can make the right decision.
Li Gan closed his eyes and said, "Get some sleep."
Meng Xiaoan saw him closing his eyes and knew that this time the crisis was over, but what about next time?
"Meng Xiaoan, I'm thirsty." Fan Xiaoye continued.
Meng Xiaoan was actually very thirsty, so thirsty that he wanted to drink blood and urine, but now he didn't have any intention to urinate, and he kept cursing in his mind.
"Did you pee?" Meng Xiaoan asked.
Fan Xiaoye twitched his lips and said: "I...I have a little..."
"There's not even a damn bottle here, what a fool." Meng Xiaoan cursed.
"I, I'll bear it." When Fan Xiaoye thought of drinking his own urine, a feeling of nausea came over him. He opened his mouth to spit out something, but there was nothing.
"You are a child who has never experienced hardship." Meng Xiaoan smiled, but did not laugh at him because of this. "It's only been three days now. In two days, I think I will drink not only urine, but also blood."
Fan Xiaoye was hungry, thirsty, and had no strength at all.
"Do you think I will die here?" Fan Xiaoye was silent for a moment and then asked Meng Xiaoan. His eyes were not shining at all and he said, "I have thought of many ways to die, but this way of death has never occurred to me.
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"Meng Xiaoan, are you afraid of death?" Fan Xiaoye asked when he saw that Meng Xiaoan was silent.
Meng Xiaoan took a deep look at Fan Xiaoye, his face was extremely thin, and he held her cold little hand in his right hand: "Everyone is afraid of death, and death is not something we can resist."
"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Fan Xiaoye closed his eyes again.
Meng Xiaoan still held her hand and closed his eyes slightly, but still stared at Li Gan.
Meng Xiaoan didn't know what time it was now, and he no longer had the so-called concept of time.
This basement blocks out all sunlight to the point where not even a hair can be seen.
It was probably daytime at this time. Meng Xiaoan sighed and thought about death, but quickly shook his head to drive this unwanted thought out of his mind.
He wants to get out alive, and the fortune teller says he can live a long time.
Not knowing how long it took, Li Gan stood up. Meng Xiaoan's muscles immediately tensed together again.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just thirsty for something to drink." Li Gan said, peeing, holding it with both hands, and drank the urine.
"It tastes good." Li Gan turned back to Meng Xiaoan and said, sticking out his tongue and licking the palm of his hand.
Meng Xiaoan moved his lips. He was also extremely thirsty.
"Aren't you going to order some yourself?" Li Gan asked.
"I don't have it now."
Li Gan laughed loudly, "Meng Xiaoan, even if you want to ###, you have to be cautious and beware of me suddenly making a move. I have to say that sometimes beauty is a disaster. If not, you can have a good time."
Meng Xiaoan sighed: "Maybe."
If he hadn't been meddling in other people's business and a fortune-telling hero would come to save her, he would be comfortably at home eating watermelon, drinking milk tea, and surfing the Internet. Now that he's trapped here, when will he see hope?
"I'm really hungry." Li Gan said every word, staring at Fan Xiaoye with wolf-like eyes.
"Are you planning to take action?" Meng Xiaoan asked one word at a time.
Li Gan really planned to take action. If he tried his best, he would definitely not be able to defeat Meng Xiaoan, who was more than 20 years older than him. He could only survive by giving it a try.
But what exactly was in Meng Xiaoan's pocket made him a little worried.
Li Gan stood up, followed by Meng Xiaoan.
The two people looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.
"Is it worth it for a woman you don't know well?" Li Gan asked.
"I don't know if it's worth it, but a man should always do something and not do something."
Li Gandao: "You are cruel but not ruthless, Meng Xiaoan, you lack something of a superior."
"I don't intend to be, so you'd better say these words to others."
"There are always things in this world that we don't want to do but have to do. People are in the world and can't help themselves."
After Li Gan finished speaking, he finally moved and pulled out the gun hidden behind his back with his right hand at lightning speed.
Just 0.1 seconds.
What Li Gan wanted to kill was not Meng Xiaoan, but Fan Xiaoye who was lying on the bed frame. As long as Zhaodi died, they would have food for a few days.
This woman is a disaster, so she must die.
Meng Xiaoan raised his eyebrows, raised his left hand like lightning, and the sword flashed by. At the same time, he saw that the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Fan Xiaoye, not at him.
Gunfire rang out.
There was a bang.
Fan Xiaoye woke up from his sleep. There was something warm on his forehead. When he touched it, it turned out to be red blood.
Fan Xiaoye opened his eyes and saw Meng Xiaoan standing in front of him, blood slowly dripping from his hand, and he held his right hand tightly.
Li Gan looked at Meng Xiaoan with an incredulous look.
The small flying knife that Meng Xiaoan shot missed his neck.
It almost cut the main artery in his neck.
Meng Xiaoan made a beast-like sound, and instantly arrived in front of Li Gan, punching him.
His right hand was pierced by a bullet. If he didn't take action, he would only end up being killed by Li Gan. He would become his prey.
Li Gan retreated step by step in the face of Meng Xiaoan's almost arrogant fighting style. His fighting style was completely unconventional and similar to that of children fighting. The competition was about strength and whose fist was stronger.
Under normal circumstances, Meng Xiaoan would definitely not be so brutal and ruthless with such a fighting method, but firstly, his right palm was injured, and secondly, he could only kill Li Gan by relying on his strong body resistance.
Li Gan's fists kept hitting Meng Xiaoan's body, but Meng Xiaoan did not fall down unexpectedly, but instead pestered him like a Xiaoqiang. Soon, Meng Xiaoan and Li Gan were like two wild beasts.
After a scuffle, the two men fell to the ground and kept hitting each other's body parts with their fists.
Suddenly he heard a shrill scream coming from Li Gan, and Meng Xiaoan bit Li Gan's ear.
"Bang" Li Gan's right elbow suddenly hit Meng Xiaoan on the back.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes widened and he let out a growl in his throat. One can imagine the power of this punch and the damage it caused.
Meng Xiaoan couldn't help but let go of his mouth, rolled to the side neatly, and then stood up unsteadily with the bloody half of his ear spit out, "The taste of blood is much better than the smell of urine." Meng Xiaoan coughed loudly and spit out
He suffered two bruises from internal injuries caused by Li Gan's blow. If he hadn't gone through the old man's special training, he might have broken his waist bones by now.
Li Gan covered the wound on his left side that no longer had an ear, stood up slowly, and said with a sinister smile, "Okay, Meng Xiaoan."
"Meng Xiaoan..." Fan Xiaoye said.
"Shut up." Meng Xiaoan shouted without turning around.
"Meng Xiao'an, if we kill Fan Xiaoye, we can still live a few more days. Her skin is also the tenderest."
"I like to eat old-skinned ones. They taste good when chewed." Meng Xiaoan said with a smile. The pain in his back and the wounds on his palms made him want to shout to vent.
"Your hands are bleeding. I thought you could catch the bullet." Li Gan gasped for air.
He punched Meng Xiaoan at least ten times, and Meng Xiaoan hit him twice, but these two punches were enough to make him nearly fatal.
The strength of his hand surprised him.
"Your mouth is bleeding too. It doesn't feel good."
Li Gan wiped it with his fingers, and it really bled. His internal organs were almost shattered by Meng Xiaoan's fist.
"I didn't expect you only had one bullet," Meng Xiaoan said, "otherwise I wouldn't be so frightened."
"I only need two bullets to kill someone. If I can get out alive this time, I will fill it with bullets."