can not help

Qian Shucheng's pupils shrank, he stepped behind Murong Ling with a lunge, and kicked the dagger that was stabbing Murong Ling.The man reacted very quickly, when Qian Shucheng's feet were still a little away from his hands, he twisted his wrist and forcibly changed the direction, and the dagger precisely pierced Murong Ling's neck.It must be too late for Qian Shucheng to stop, so he quickly took advantage of the situation and raised his hand to block it.After all, his speed couldn't keep up with this 'waiter', and the point that was shining with cold light was about to pierce into the snow-white skin.

Qian Shucheng forgot to breathe for a moment, as if he had seen the cold dagger piercing the slender neck, and the bright red blood flowed continuously along the fair skin, just like the day he bit the man's neck, or deeper. , may have cut an artery.

When the dagger was about to stab, Murong Ling changed his looseness at this moment, and turned sideways as if he had eyes behind him, and the dagger barely scratched the skin, leaving only a thin wound.The traces of blood on the white neck were extremely dazzling, Qian Shucheng slashed at the wrist of the 'waiter' with a knife, but the man's wrist was like steel, but he did not succeed in knocking down the dagger in his hand.Qian Shucheng turned his palm into a claw, clasped it on his wrist, and twisted it in the opposite direction.

Qian Shucheng's move was practiced to the peak among everyone before. When the man was about to let go of the dagger when he couldn't bear the force, he clenched his fist with the other hand and swung towards Qian Shucheng's face, using offense as defense in an attempt to make Qian Shucheng return to defense let go.Qian Shucheng's body turned to the left and his arms rotated together. The fist wind brushed his cheek, and while avoiding the punch, he grabbed the right hand of the 'waiter' and twisted to the left along with his body.

The "waiter" kicked Qian Shucheng's lower abdomen to the right. Qian Shucheng bent over in pain. The "waiter" quickly pulled out a dagger from his trouser leg with his left hand and cut it at Qian Shucheng's throat. The dagger was at a distance from the throat He was kicked away when he was only two centimeters

"I said, do you really think I'm just a display?"

In such an intense scene, such a soft voice could still be maintained. Except for Murong Ling and Qian Shucheng, I really couldn't think of another person, but at the moment, I really feel uncomfortable listening to it.

Qian Shucheng's opponent took a few steps back, heaved a sigh of relief and straightened up.Murong Ling slowly withdrew his slender legs, and lightly dusted his trousers. It was really twitchy.

It took only a few minutes from the appearance of the 'waiter' to being kicked away by Murong Ling before everyone realized what had happened.After all, they were all high-class people, screaming too lowly, and quietly shrank to the corner one by one, making room for a few dangerous people on the scene, for fear of becoming a pond fish that would be affected by disaster.

Meng Tingye was no longer the amiable old man he used to be, and he showed the aura of a superior person all over his body: "Who are you, why did you make trouble at my birthday banquet?"

The 'waiter' laughed twice, and attacked Murong Ling again without any warning.

Jiang Fanyi: "How long has it been since Mr. was assassinated?"

Pan Shirong: "You can't say that. You should ask how long it has been since you saw the person who assassinated him."

Jiang Fanyi and Pan Shirong had already come to Murong Ling when the waiter appeared, but neither of them wanted to help Qian Shucheng.Now that he saw who was coming, he was relieved.

Chu Yunxi rubbed against the two of them: "I said, you two are here to watch a play?"

Jiang Fanyi said with horror on his face: "You can't slander us, we just follow the orders of the master and stand by."

Chu Yunxi: "Do you know this 'waiter'?"

Pan Shirong: "I really know him." That's why he was on standby.

Chu Yunxi looked at Pan Shirong with doubts in his eyes: "Who?"

Pan Shirong chuckled, "No.13 on the killer list, Zhang Ming."

While the few people were talking, the people at the scene had already fought several times. Seeing that Zhang Ming had been pushed to the limit by Murong Ling, he narrowed his eyes, turned the blade in his hand, and rushed towards Qian Shucheng who was not far away.Compared with Zhang Ming, there is still a certain gap between Qian Shucheng and Zhang Ming, no matter in terms of moves or experience.

Seeing the blade approaching, Qian Shucheng subconsciously dodged and completely lost the initiative.

Murong Ling had a lot of moves and killer moves, all of which were honed in actual combat. Qian Shucheng's participation was really in the way, not to mention that Zhang Ming was still a desperado.

In the exclamation of everyone, Murong Ling pulled away Qian Shucheng who was standing between the two of them, reached out and pinched Zhang Ming's neck, and the tip of Zhang Ming's knife reached Murong Ling's neck.

Zhang Ming laughed a few times and said, "You see, as long as a person has a weakness, he will become vulnerable."

Murong Ling's tone was indifferent, as if the knife was not on his own neck: "Do you think I crushed your neck first or you stabbed me first?"

Zhang Ming glanced at the wrist of the hand that was pinching his neck, the gauze originally hidden under the sleeve was exposed due to the fight.

"Mr. Murong in the past, I really can't guarantee who is faster. But now..." Zhang Ming paused, and laughed a few times, "What do you think the disabled right hand can do to me?"

The corners of Murong Ling's mouth were raised slightly, changing from the usual inexplicable evil spirit.

Meng Lizhao said in a low voice: "Zhang Ming, you didn't disturb my father's birthday banquet, and even hurt my guests. Are you thinking that there is no one in our Meng family?!"

Zhang Ming's protruding eyes flickered because of his thinness: "Admiral Meng, don't be so quick to get angry, I am also entrusted with loyalty."

Qian Shucheng moved towards Zhang Ming's back very carefully for fear of making a sound, and kept observing Zhang Ming's reaction in his heart, for fear that the dagger on Murong Ling's throat would move any further.Just when he was about to arrive at what he thought was the perfect place for a sneak attack, a subconscious glance made him sink into it, forgetting his original intention of saving people. Those eyes were like a long silent abyss, with traces of evil lingering in it. After a long time, it was like being swallowed up.

He had never seen Murong Ling like this before.

Seeing Murong Ling staring behind him with a half-smile expression, Zhang Ming thought something was wrong in his heart, so he quickly withdrew his attention and looked behind him.

At this moment, Murong Ling's left hand, which had been motionless all this time, put two fingers together and pointed at the wrist of the man holding the knife in front of him.

Zhang Ming's attention was slightly distracted, and the hand holding the knife subconsciously let go of the pain in his wrist.Murong Ling took the opportunity to hold Zhang Ming's hand and twist it outward.

Qian Shucheng suddenly came back to his senses when Murong Ling made a move, and he reacted quickly, kicking Zhang Ming's knee fiercely.

Murong Ling: "You don't really think you can kill me if you touch my neck with a knife? Should I say you're naive, or should I ask how hot your list is?"

Zhang Ming's eyes were gloomy. What he was most proud of was his ranking, and what he was most ashamed of was also his ranking.Even though he climbed to No.13 on the list, he hasn't made any progress in the past few years, but the people behind him are slowly approaching.

When he took this order, it was not without hesitation. He never dared to get close to Murong Ling in his heyday.

Murong Ling was sent abroad for treatment due to serious injuries a year ago, and there has been no news since then.Later, there were even rumors that Mr. Murong had died on the way to go abroad.But it's only been a year, and before the people who are ready to make a move have time to move, Murong Ling has returned!

Fortunately, Murong Ling looked terminally ill.

Zhang Ming, who was thinking too much and not concentrating enough, was caught behind Murong Ling's hands and couldn't move. He raised his hand and pulled out Zhang Ming's belt, binding his hands tightly.

Murong Ling got up, his expression was not as gentle as before, and he touched his cut neck with his hand, a smear of blood stained his fair and slender fingers red.

"It's Mr. Meng's birthday today, I really don't want to see blood."

Zhang Ming knew that he couldn't escape, so he sneered at Murong Ling and said, "Mr. Murong, since I can't escape either, I'm curious, has the blood of Qian Shuning on your hand been washed clean?"

Standing not far away, Qian Shucheng trembled all over. It was one thing to hear about it from Murong Ling and Chu Yunxi, but another thing to hear it from outsiders.It was as if a hand had pulled him out of the illusion of self-deception, and the outside of the illusion was covered with rain, snow, wind and frost, which was so biting.

Murong Ling didn't pay attention to Qian Shucheng's reaction, first he suppressed a low smile, and the laugh grew bigger: "Listen to you, I've changed my mind."

Turning around, he said to Meng Tingye, "Old man Meng, what will this person do for me today if he sells me a favor?"

His words seemed to mean not just a person, but a cat and a dog.

Meng Tingye was a little hesitant for a moment. It would be fine if there were only a few of them present, but now that there are so many people, if they are caught by someone...

Murong Ling continued to speak in a timely manner: "'Tomb' will take care of all the follow-up matters."

Meng Tingye hesitated for a few minutes, and finally agreed.

Zhang Ming stared at Murong Ling who was slowly walking towards him, and looked at those dark eyes like ink. Cold sweat flowed down Zhang Ming's temples, over his extremely prominent cheekbones, up to his raised chin, and then dripped onto his face. on the ground.He originally thought that even if he failed, it would just fall into the hands of the Meng family. In his impression, this kind of military family was very upright in their bones, and they should not suffer too much if they died.

"Murong Ling, are you really going to be lawless and murder me?" Zhang Ming roared out these words, afraid that the guests would not hear them.

Murong Ling squatted down unhurriedly, and his slender fingers slowly slid across Zhang Ming's face covered in cold sweat, stroking the slightly trembling lips whether it was because of fear or nervousness.

"Don't worry, I won't just kill you like this. Didn't you ask me to wash Qian Shuning's blood off my hand?" Rou Rou's voice sounded like a demagogic demon from hell, and he raised his gauze-wrapped right hand , those eyes seemed to be looking at an innocuous object instead of his own.

Murong Ling leaned closer to Zhang Ming's ear, and said in a voice of only two people: "Is the master behind you ready to accept my hospitality?"

Zhang Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Murong Ling stood up: "Jiang Fanyi, Pan Shirong, if you two don't roll over, you will never have to appear in front of me again."

As soon as Jiang Fan heard this, he dragged Pan Shirong over: "Sir! You order!"

"Take it back." Murong Ling tilted his head, "Cut off his meat piece by piece, and feed him mouthful~"

Jiang Fan shivered solidly, and glanced at Zhang Ming sympathetically.

Murong Ling: "Don't kill me before I figure out what I want to know. Otherwise, you two will be cut off."