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After returning from Ye Yang Qingyan, Chen Xing fell into contemplation again.

Why would Ye Yang Qingyan help him? The reason seems insufficient. Other than letting him kneel and fail to kneel down, no conditions were put forward. This is very abnormal. Even the first family of Grayhorn City cannot casually lose a loyal guard-level guard.

You know, the Guardian level is the cornerstone for humans to fight against mutant creatures, and even if they commit a felony, they won't be dealt with easily. There may be more than a dozen guard-level strongmen in the Yeyang family, and even lord-level ones, but each strongman is an important resource of the family and cannot be easily lost.

What is Ye Yangqingyan thinking?

Chen Xing wanted to break his head, but didn't want to understand.

At midnight, Ye Yang Qingyan knocked on Chen Xing's door to signal that he could act. Although Chen Xing didn't think clearly about the stakes, since the other party proposed such a plan, he just went to see it and acted according to the situation.

When she came to Ye Yang Qingyan's room, the middle-aged female guard raised her head and leaned on the sofa. With eyes closed, there was a slight snoring noise from his nose, which seemed to be a deep sleep. A few buttons on his chest were opened. From above, you could see the chestnut skin inside, healthy and shiny. Further down, a deep gully came into my eyes, ups and downs with the rhythm of breathing, looming.

On the small table next to them, there are a few bottles of red wine with the stopper open, and two goblets where you can see the red residue.

"Let's do it, I poured her two bottles of red wine down, she was as drunk as a sow." Ye Yang Qingyan said.

The female guard's breathing was very steady, and there was no abnormality. Moreover, Chen Xing did not feel any danger. In other words, this matter is true in all likelihood.

"What are you waiting for?"

Ye Yang Qingyan urged. Chen Xing glanced around, and after confirming that there was no ambush, he took out the piercing knife from his clothes.

The sharp blade flickered under the orange-red table lamp, and a chill came out spontaneously. There is no doubt that as long as a knife is pierced, blood will splash three feet. The female guard, who was sleeping soundly, raised her head, opened her hands, and placed her chest on the armrests on both sides, as if she was actively welcoming a knife.

"Go in from here, and twist it..." Ye Yangqingyan pointed to the position under the ribs

Said.

Chen Xing shook the handle of the knife, his palms were a little sweaty, and his breathing became uncontrollably heavy. As long as one knife goes down, he will be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and see Ye Yang Bailiu, and Su Na...

The land of tenderness seems to be close at hand, you can touch it with your hand.

However, he hasn't done anything for a long time. Killing an innocent and powerless woman made him feel extremely struggling. Such a thing is really too bad. Even if he doesn't have much sense of glory in his heart, his moral bottom line is similar to that of a general mercenary.

But at this moment, he really hesitated.

Ye Yang Qingyan didn't bother him, and waited quietly beside him. The room was quiet enough to hear the sound of a needle falling.

This seemed to be the only chance he had to go back, for his woman, for his own development, he didn't have much choice.

Thinking about this, he slowly stepped forward, pressing his left hand on the opponent's chest, and the tip of the knife moved under the ribs, and he could pierce it in with just one effort. The hands return elasticity and heat, and the heart beats slowly.

"call……"

He exhaled deeply, clenched the handle of the knife again, and was about to exert force. But at this moment, the light from the corner of her eyes swept Ye Yang Qingyan's eyes.

Sparks flickered in the dark eyes.

Cunning, proud, and contemptuous.

In an instant, he understood the other party's intentions. There are no traps here. With this cut, he can kill this innocent woman 100%.

Ye Yang Qingyan's purpose is not to kill his people, but to kill his heart and destroy his soul. Because only in this way can Yeyang Bailiu truly give up on him.

There are things that can be done, and there are things that cannot be done. Even if it is an ant, he is also an ant standing on top of the sky. He has been a man for three lifetimes and has experienced countless times, but he has never done anything with a guilty conscience.

Once he becomes a thief, even if no one knows, he himself knows that he is a thief. Without money, you can earn, without strength, you can exercise, but without the heart of the strong, it will be completely ruined.

In Ye Yangqingyan’s strange gaze, Chen Xing retracted the knife,

Put it in the clothes newly. He was completely awake, even if he really killed someone and destroyed his personality with his own hands, Ye Yang Qingyan might not be able to take him away.

The laws of the world cannot be broken so easily. Even Nova dare not surpass, why are they? At least for now, with his and Ye Yang Qingyan's abilities, they couldn't do it. If this is the case, why do things that are contrary to conscience have to be done.

And even if it is really done, it is done dignifiedly. The winner lives, the loser dies, life and death are determined by the destiny.

"Your kindness, I take it with my heart."

After speaking, Chen Xing strode out of the room. The cool wind blew across the aisle, shocking people. It seems that he has just gone through a big battle and finally defeated his opponent. Exhausted and hearty, happy. Suddenly, there seemed to be a shackle in his body broken, and the torrent of the bursting **** rushed to the limbs, opening a new world.

Quietly, the fragmented spirit pool regrouped to form a larger pool.

In the choice of faith, he broke through the boundaries and reached the second stage of tower building.

Seeing Chen Xing's departure, Ye Yang Qingyan's expression became extremely complicated.

"Sister, is this the one you chose?" She whispered, her expression dull and her eyes blurred.

The moment Chen Xing turned around, her heart was beating fast, as if something was ramming in it, and it was about to jump out of her chest. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of "dongdongdong", and her breathing became rapid. She also drank a lot of red wine just now. She had a good drinking volume, but she didn't know why, so Jiu Jin came up all at once.

Under the influence of the alcohol, her face was flushed, her ears radiated heat from her ears, and she felt dizzy, and she was almost unsteady on her feet. She hurriedly reached out to support the wine cabinet next to her, but her body was soft and weak, as if her strength had been emptied in an instant. I tried my best to stand still, without falling to the ground.

She staggered to the door, slammed the door shut, unlocked, and leaned back against the door and panted. As if losing all his strength, his back slid down against the door and sat on the ground.

"Chen Xing, I hate you, hate you..."

She muttered blankly, her eyes empty, like a puppet without a soul.