Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

262 Who is the prey (27,28,29,30)

262 Who is the prey (27) Catch

No wonder, no wonder he always felt that he buried his talent in that position, his calm and calm were much more than ordinary people, perhaps for natural reasons, but only those who strategize and win can let such a temperament continue.
In the past, all kinds seem to be a mess in the heart, it is difficult to find the thread from the confusion, his Zong may be obedient and pure, but the leader of the ruins is not, he has gone from obscurity to now sitting at the top of the interstellar, and there is no shortage of scheming strength, otherwise he would not have gathered so many masters to make the ruins expand so fast.
No wonder he recognized him at a glance when he met him again, no wonder he was not surprised by his skill and identity, but his impression of the other party was deep-rooted, and he was addicted to loss and regain without thinking deeply.
"You are the leader of the ruins." Lejian is not questioning, but certain.
He felt that his heart should be aching, but there was some numbness there.
He thinks that he is the hunter in this relationship, even if he falls into the beauty and temperament of his prey, and wants to spend his life with him, he is also the one who occupies the active position.
But he didn't expect that he lost the game at the beginning, and he was the prey.
"Hmm." Zong Que looked at the young man in front of him who clenched his fingers slightly.
When a relationship comes to an end, what should it look like? Le Jian felt that at least he couldn't be hysterical, love and hate were all at will, and after a while, it would disappear, but that was what he thought, a relationship is a calculation from beginning to end, it turns out that people's hearts really hurt, and the pain seems to be strangled.
His heart fell in, but the other party was able to easily withdraw, it turned out to be such a hateful feeling, and it was really unhappy.
"If the ruins want to arrest me, they really do everything." Le Jian took a deep breath, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and walked towards the person standing at the door, but heard the sound of a gun firing behind him.
He gently looked back, looked at the countless pointed muzzles, and heard the cold voice of the person in front of him: "Put it down." The
voice is still a familiar voice, but the person is no longer a familiar person.
The order was banned, and the guns raised were put down.
Le Jian waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, that kind of thing is useless to me." If he couldn't dodge the speed of the bullet, he wouldn't know how many times
he died.
Zong Que looked at the young man walking towards him, the other party smiled brightly, the corners of his lips hooked, the tails of his eyes were slightly curved, even if his face was beautiful, the beautiful feeling could still reveal a little.
This does not belong to He Wen's laughter, such an expression belongs to Le Jian, the more angry he is to explode, the more happy he laughs.
"I didn't expect that in order to capture me, the leader could even sacrifice his hue and body." Le Jian raised his chin lightly, and his eyes painted this face that he had been extremely attached to.
Hide, kill, and him, all lost before, and from now on, no one dared to take over this task easily, even if Zongque's price was high.
By no means was he coping, but he was planning from the beginning, otherwise he wouldn't have happened to be at that bar that night.
"You're angry." Zong Que said.
"What do I have to be angry about, such a thing as a game, willing to gamble and lose." Le Jian gently pursed her lips and smiled.
That's right, willing to gamble and lose.
Seti's place is really hard to find, and the people who enter it are mostly looking for fun, making a scene, playing with feelings is just the most common thing, immersed in it and being teased, you can only blame yourself.
He is just unwilling, even if he loses, he must lose decently.
"You think it's a game?" Zong Que asked.
"Otherwise, Mr. Zong wouldn't think I'd have that kind of thing." Le Jian slightly loosened his somewhat spasmodic hand, put it on his shoulder, and put it to his ear and smiled, "Comfort each other, enjoy the passion, feel tired and turn around and leave, but Mr. Zong, what is the purpose of deliberately arranging for me to come here?" The
heart has no feeling, but even the breathing seems to hurt, and when he understands that he has carefully prepared and subconsciously protected, and he always felt that his lovely mood was like, reality gave such a painful blow.
He had to get out of here, and if the two sides had feelings, they could go to recover it, but for such a terrible hunter, wagging his tail and begging for mercy would only make him more embarrassed.
"I want to see you." Zong Que narrowed his eyes and grabbed his waist and said.
I really want to see him, no matter all the things in the past, he just wants to see him.
I felt happy to see him, and after months of goneness, my thoughts trumped all feelings.
Le Jian met his gaze, his expression was slightly sluggish, and his lips were lightly pursed, wanting to say that he didn't have to lie anymore, but he couldn't say it.
He wanted to see him too.
Thoughts are like a tide, no matter how much the is built, it cannot stop the washing of feelings, and it will collapse with one blow.
But I don't know how many times I have been deceived, and then believe him, unless my brain is broken: "You think I will believe."
In any case, let's leave first, stay here, he can't think calmly and sort out the clues.
"You want to leave." Zong Que looked at him and said.
His tone was not a question.
"You think you can stop me?" Le Jian gently hooked the corners of her lips.
Throughout the interstellar, he wanted to run, and no one could stop him.
Zong Que was silent, only looking at the people who were eager to try in front of him, and the doors and windows everywhere were closed one by one, obviously prepared.
"It seems that he really wants to arrest me." Le Jian stretched out his hand, the sword light was clamped between his fingers, only a few feet away from the neck, but it was held by Zong Que's outstretched hand, and the strength was a little unable to pull out for a while, he turned his wrist and smiled, "Why didn't you hide when you saw that whale in the dark sea?" With
such great strength, such good skills, in the face of sudden disasters, it is really good acting skills to be able to restrain instinctive reactions.
Zong Que held his wrist and replied, "There are life pods. "Oh
? Is it. Le Jian leaned closer and asked, "How many people can you fit?"
"Two." Zong Que lowered his eyes, and the silk thread on the young man's wrist shot out, and the wrist in his right hand had already been withdrawn, leaving only the smooth hand that could not be held.
Le Jian's figure pulled out and waved at him, it is not easy to deal with Zongque, it is still quite easy to catch a subordinate, as long as someone is in hand, he can't let people go.
But his smile will be aroused, the sound of gunshots and collisions upstairs sounds, Le Jian raises his eyes, the silk thread has been broken by the gun, and the culprit is the person downstairs who is holding the gun.
The figure fell, and before another silk thread was connected, it was already buckled at the waist, Le Jian turned his eyes, supported the man's shoulder and smiled: "The marksmanship is good."
This gun was still given by him, and ordinary people could not use it, but he could break the silk thread.
Zong Que did not respond, and only pulled the person down, and the silk thread that had just fallen was already wrapped around his neck.
"I didn't expect it." Le Jian's fingers held the silk thread and smiled, "Your fish is fatter than them, and you may not be able to get out if you catch them, but if you catch you, you don't want to start a business and collapse in the middle..." His words were not finished, but there was a numbness on his neck, Le Jian was stunned, raised the corners of his lips, and said: "Do you think this kind of thing is useful to me..."

Zong Que felt the slightly loose force on his neck, supported the person who fell in his arms, the soft silk thread slid down his fingers, and the breath of the person leaning in his arms was slightly faster.
"What is this..." Le Jian tried to awaken her fingers, but only detected the feeling of paralysis.
His body is resistant, and he is also very good at making poison, of course, he will not put poison in his eyes, but this kind of thing can make him lose his door in an instant.
"No side effects." Zong Que took him, untied the silk thread from his hand, and then removed the silk thread wrapped around his neck and picked up the person who had lost his strength.
Le Jian's breath was slightly heavy, one arm fell slightly, looking at the man's jaw, his consciousness was already a little irresistible: "You didn't win..."
Although he lost, this man did not win either.
If the news of his capture by the ruins spreads, any reputation will be ruined.
I used to think that they were too heavy to hold their breath, but I really found that this person was moving step by step, and he was walking into the trap of the other party step by step.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied and led the already sleepy person upstairs.
The traces of the hook upstairs were disposed of, and when entering the building, the originally unopened organs were activated one by one, and various colors of light occasionally flickered, but the person leaning on his arms was a little unconscious.
Zong Que entered the door of the room and put the person on the soft bed, the light was turned on, the youth's breath was peaceful, deep on the bed, the scattered hair covered the eyebrows, and the slightly pursed lips were not much different from before.
Zong Que sat aside and took off his shoes, evenTogether with the weapon attached to the leg, he was untied and placed at the end of the bed.
The head of the bed was bright, a few roses in the vase were exuding fragrance, and the young man on the bed was gently stroked by the big hand over the hair on his forehead, revealing his fair face.
This face is beautiful, but his eyelashes are extremely long, because of the light and shadow at the head of the bed, a little shadow has fallen on his cheeks, his lips are slightly pursed, and the beauty is on the bone.
Zong Que reached out and undid his collar, looking for the seams of Yi Rong from his shoulder and neck.
Yi Rong wants to let people see it up close without any clue, and the difference between the neck and face cannot be too large.
The things attached to the skin are as thin as cicada wings, and they fit almost perfectly, and they may not be able to see it even if you look closely.
The seam was found, Zong Que took out a bottle of potion from the bedside, the liquid fell there, the seam slowly cocked the skin, and slowly removed from the skin little by little, but even in such a transfigurable thing, there were also extremely thin blades and extremely fine needles attached.
All kinds of weapons are taken out from behind the ears, in the hair, under the wrists, in the brain, shoulders and neck, and on the waist, and the sound of falling on the bedside table is crisp and dazzling, and you can almost open a dark weapon shop.
Zong Que checked all of them, made sure that he did not miss a single thing, and changed his clothes again, because he even had special clothes, and there were many things hidden inside.
The soft shirt was put on, the buttons were buttoned, and the young man sank deeply into the pillow door, fading his face, revealing his original skin texture, still beautiful and flawless.
The quilt was covered, and when Zong Que put his hand in, he saw the cocoon on his finger.
Fingers are not easy to make, because to maintain sensitivity, his original fingers are delicate without a trace of cocoons, no matter what the operation is very dexterous, but such a cocoon is hard to grind.
The hand was put in, Zong Que got up and took a box, put all the weapons in, dripped and slipped, the lock was clasped layer by layer, and the fingerprints were prompted on it, Zong Que groaned, turned to sit at the end of the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt and held the young man's ankle.
[Fingerprint entry successful.] ]