What he had to do was to lure the opponent over, because he had no bullets, and all the weapons he got were divided between Fatty and Little Eyes. Only close combat would be his chance.
Seeing the opponent punching him, Leng Zirui threw away the gun and raised his arms to meet him.
I haven't seen him for more than half a year, and today I'm going to see how much this brat has improved.
Jumping and jumping, punching and kicking.
The movements of the father and son brought up strong winds.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves have been passed, but they are still the same.
"Watch the left!"
Leng Zirui reminded his son, then flew up and kicked Leng Xiaoxie.
Leng Xiaoxie hurriedly retreated to the right, unable to dodge, and was kicked by Leng Zirui on the left shoulder.
Seeing Leng Zixie take three steps back in a row, Leng Zirui raised his lips and smiled, "You brat, this time it's not about singing loudly. Learn from it. This is called virtuality and reality, and reality is virtuality."
As he spoke, he took a step forward, his toes touched the slender threads on the ground, and a bamboo bent next to him immediately bounced up and slapped him.
Leng Zirui retreated quickly and narrowly escaped the blow.
Leng Xiaoxie stood in the distance and smiled mischievously, "What I say is, use retreat to advance and lure the enemy deeper!"
Before he finished speaking, a bamboo from behind had already swept towards him.
His feet paused, Leng Xiaoxie grabbed a horizontal branch above his head and raised his legs, the bamboo brushed against the soles of his shoes.
"You're still far from playing a trap with me!" Leng Zirui laughed and stepped forward, grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the grass.
Leng Xiaoxie trembled, rolled his eyes, and spread out on the grass, making no sound.
Walking over with a gun, Leng Zirui raised his foot and kicked his boots, "Okay, stop pretending, this kind of kid's play is boring!"
Leng Xiaoxie was kicked and shaken by him, but there was still no reaction.
Leng Zirui raised his foot and kicked him twice more. The other person still didn't respond, but red blood was already flowing out from the back of his head.
Seeing the blood, Leng Zirui's eyes flashed with horror, and he dropped the sniper rifle in panic, squatted down, and helped him up from the ground.
"Xiaoxie, just hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away..."
Just as he was mid-sentence, Leng Xiaoxie's right hand hanging by his side suddenly flew up, and the gleaming knife was pressed against his throat.
He lazily opened his eyes and looked at Leng Zirui, raising the corners of his lips in a sly manner.
"Dad, you lose!"
Leng Zirui's left hand holding the gun slightly tightened, "You brat, don't forget, ginger is always hotter."
"If I heard correctly, your gun should be out of bullets, right?!" Leng Xiaoxie curled his lips.
"Are those pig ears of yours?!" Leng Zirui moved his fingers, and the magazine in the pistol popped out and landed on his right hand. He raised his right hand and shook it towards his son, "It's not that there aren't any, there are two more!"
"But..." Leng Xiaoxie smiled mischievously, "Dad, do you think it's my knife that's faster, or your reloading speed?"
Of course he knew that Leng Zirui still had bullets, but he just deliberately used provocation to make him withdraw from the magazine.
Leng Zirui shook the dagger at his throat, "I think it's because my knife is sharp!"
Leng Xiaoxie suddenly had a bitter look on his face, "Okay, if you don't lose within ten seconds, I'll go back to Shenyang, okay?"
"Ten seconds, do you think you still have a chance?..." Leng Zirui wanted to say something more, but there was a sudden noise in his pocket, and then, colored smoke came out of his pocket.
