can not help

When Murong Ling came out of the bathroom, he saw Qian Shucheng standing by the window of his bedroom.Only the dim bedside lamp was on in the room, which was left when he entered the bathroom.It was pitch black outside the window, and the bright moonlight shone on Qian Shucheng's body. The originally sunny person seemed a little cold at the moment.

"Why are you here?" Murong Ling brushed his hair lightly. He didn't have the habit of drying his hair, so he just wiped it every time.He looked up at the clock on the wall, it was 10:25.

Qian Shucheng looked at his laid-back look, and it was a bit superior. Why can he be so laid-back?I was making excuses for him, and wanted to come over and listen to what Chu Yunxi had to say, but this man took a bath as if nothing happened? !

Qian Shucheng felt that his anger that had just dropped a little bit was rising again. He used up all the endurance in his life today.

"You, don't you have anything else you want to say to me?" Qian Shucheng almost gritted his teeth when he said these words.

"Sit, what do you want to hear?" Murong Ling walked to the side of the bed, pointed to the small sofa next to him, and put the towel for wiping hair on the corner of the sofa.

Qian Shucheng really wanted to go up and grab the neck of the man in front of him immediately, to see if he could still speak so calmly.

Maybe it's because Qian Shucheng's thoughts are too eager now, or maybe it's because Murong Ling's ability to observe words and emotions has already reached its peak, Murong Ling burst out laughing, and the irritability in his heart eased a lot.

"Young people are too angry and hurt your liver." Murong Ling threw out a sentence lightly, with a hint of teasing in his words.

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, Qian Shucheng strode forward and pushed Murong Ling down on the bed, holding him between his arms.

"Do you really think I can't do anything to you? Do you think I'm reluctant to do it, or do you think I don't have the ability to kill you?"

"Well... then let me ask you, where do you have the confidence to think that you can kill me?" Murong Ling's voice did not change at all from before, as if it was not him who was imprisoned under a 1.8-meter-five youth, but because he was wet Her hair was directly pressed against the quilt and she frowned, and she had to ask Aunt Chen to change the quilt in a while.

The current Murong Ling is indeed thin and thin from the appearance alone, and his slender neck seems to be able to be cut off with a little force.His words are really not convincing when paired with this scene.

Qian Shucheng lowered his head a little bit, so low that the tips of their noses almost touched each other: "Do you want to try? I know you are very skilled. Do you want to see if I have improved over the past year?"

In this situation, this posture effectively lowered Qian Shucheng's anger, and he began to have the leisure to tease the 'prey' under him.Maybe it's because from the current point of view, the initiative is in his hands; or maybe it's because the current Murong Ling looks so weak and harmless to be manipulated by him.

Murong Ling smiled softly, the corners of his eyes were curved, this person is really good-looking.

"Are you laughing at me?" Qian Shucheng didn't move, his voice was very low, and there was a hint of danger in the magnetism.

"No, it's just that no one has talked to me like this for a long time, and it's very interesting."

"So, you want to say that you have defeated the invincible opponent?"

Murong Ling withdrew his smile and said, "Now people will either make false claims, or do it directly. Who else will say hello in advance?"

So, it's saying I'm an idiot?

At this moment, Qian Shucheng had a deep understanding of the superb ability of the person in front of him to rub fire. He raised one hand, put it on Murong Ling's neck, and stroked it gently back and forth. He could even feel the tenderness under the delicate skin. The beating of the pulse.

"Is that fun?"

Murong Ling could clearly feel the big hand on his neck slowly tightening after the last word was pronounced, from the initial caressing to tightening his throat, it became more and more difficult for the air to come in and out slowly.This was a process towards death, but his expression didn't change at all, only his breathing became weaker and weaker.

It's a pity that Qian Shucheng doesn't know that death is the best destination for Murong Ling now, so it's wrong for him to use this method to intimidate Murong Ling.Qian Shucheng felt the pulse beating under his fingers, as long as he exerted more force and maintained it for a few minutes, the life of the person under his hands would come to an end.

"Murong Ling, have you put anything in your heart? Or do you really have no heart at all?"

Murong Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, he really wanted to smile back, but the tightly clenched hands around his neck made him a little dizzy, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Suddenly, the moist, hot softness from his lips pulled back his somewhat dissipated consciousness, and he heard the voice of the person above him coming into his ears.

"Murong Ling, didn't you ask me what I want? If I want to take away your property, your organization, and your life, will you give it?"

So he wanted to kill me after taking away what I thought was the most important thing?It's a well-behaved way of revenge.

Hiss... Murong Ling, whose thoughts were still flying, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and the sweet and greasy smell of blood instantly wafted in the air.

Qian Shucheng looked at the person in front of him who was pinched by him not only did not have the slightest resistance to his thoughts, but also was a little inattentive. He bit Murong Ling's neck in anger. Huge liquid flowed into the mouth.

This man's blood turned out to be hot too.

"Are you talking so harshly now?" Murong Ling said it calmly, but Murong Ling's heart was already panicked.He really wasn't used to being in such close contact with other people.He shed a lot of blood, and he was not afraid of pain, but it was because the cold blade cut the skin or the hot bullet passed through, but he never experienced soft and dull pain attacking him together.

When he left, Qian Shucheng stuck out his tongue and licked the wound as a prank, his voice was low and hoarse like a gu: "I can't take it anymore? Don't you just want to stimulate me by saying those words?"

Murong Ling's eyes flickered where Qian Shucheng couldn't see, but he didn't answer.

"Tell me, how did you kill Qian Shuning?"

"Shot."

This was the first time Qian Shucheng heard Murong Ling's cold voice without any emotion.Putting his hands on the bed, Qian Shucheng distanced them a little, staring straight at the person in front of him.

"Hehe, shot?"

Murong Ling didn't dodge his eyes: "Although there are burn marks on the body, the fatal wound is a gunshot wound on the heart, from the □□92F□□□, if you want to keep that bullet as a souvenir, I can find it for you, it should be Put it away."

Qian Shucheng punched the quilt next to Murong Ling's ear, successfully interrupting his words.

"What's in it for you to provoke me? Huh?" Qian Shucheng panted heavily, he really didn't want to admit that Murong Ling had indeed successfully provoked him, which was different from the previous irascibility.

"fact."

"Hehe, the truth?" Qian Shucheng smiled angrily, "Don't you want to make it up to me? How about starting with your body?"

At 7:[-] in the morning, Butler Pei knocked on the door of the master bedroom, but no one answered after knocking for a long time.

There are two housekeepers in the entire Murong family's old house.Chen Shu and Chen Butler are in charge of daily chores, while Pei Shangyuan and Pei Butler are in charge of official affairs.Under normal circumstances, Housekeeper Pei would come to confirm the itinerary with Murong Ling every morning. If Murong Ling left early, he would tell the servants at home, and the servants would notify the two housekeepers as soon as possible.

Today, no servant has received any notice of going out.

"Sir, excuse me." Pei Shangyuan gently opened the door.In the past, Butler Pei would never enter the door so recklessly, but after Murong Ling had suicidal tendencies while recuperating abroad, they had to be careful.

As soon as the door opened, a slight smell of blood wafted out from the crack of the door. Butler Pei hurriedly opened the door and went in. The scene that caught his eye made him hastily dialed the phone number of his personal doctor.

The person on the bed was half covered with the quilt, his long hair scattered randomly on his bloodless face, the wound on his neck had stopped bleeding, leaving strips of long-dried dark red blood all over his neck, exposing his naked body. The skin was bruised and purple, and the messy bed sheets were covered with large bloodstains mixed with inexplicable things, but the scent mixed with the smell of blood in the air clearly told the visitor that something happened in this room. what.

"Sir? Sir?!" Pei Shangyuan rushed to the bed and called the person on the bed, but the person on the bed did not give him the slightest response. Pei Shangyuan tremblingly stretched out his fingers and put them under his nose, feeling a faint breath and then put them down slightly dessert.

When Shen Yuqing arrived at Murong's house, Murong Ling had already woken up and was walking out of the bathroom with difficulty.Shen Yuqing hurriedly stepped forward to hold hands, and as soon as he touched Murong Ling's hand, he retracted subconsciously.

It's too hot to take a bath with such a high fever? !

Ever since Shen Yuqing took over the patient Murong Ling, she has been suspecting that she has fallen into a big hole all the time.He was really brainwashed by those medical and moral things. He was definitely a white-clothed angel with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

At first he refused when he found out the identity of this person, but was dragged by Chu Yunxi and said to meet him first, and if he really didn't want to do it after the meeting, then forget it.Shen Yuqing and Chu Yunxi met in a bar. Chu Yunxi drank too much and vomited all over Shen Yuqing, and then left a contact information saying that he would apologize next time, and they came and went to ask left and right, and the two became acquainted.Murong Ling's frail appearance is really pitiful to me. Shen Yuqing is just a doctor with a serious hero complex, and he took up the post in a daze. He has only been on the job for about two weeks, and he is physically and mentally exhausted.

Helping him to the bed, Shen Yuqing touched Murong Ling's forehead with his hand, and when he retracted it, he saw the deep bite wound on his neck. Shen Yuqing said angrily, "Why did you make yourself like this? You What bit it? It’s about to break the neck, right?”

"It's nothing."

Murong Ling's voice was extremely hoarse, and with only that little strength left to support him until he finished taking a shower, it was already the pinnacle.

Butler Pei called in a hurry in the morning. He only said that he needed to bring medicines for reducing fever and wounds, and didn't say anything else. After all, Butler Pei didn't know the specific situation, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense.When Shen Yuqing arrived, he went straight to Murong Ling's bedroom with ease. At this time, the room had been tidied up, and the wound on his neck had just been treated, butler Pei walked in with Chu Yunxi.

Looking at Murong Ling, who was wrapped in gauze around his neck, Chu Yunxi's face was dripping with gloom: "Murong Ling, do you have anything to explain?"

Murong Ling didn't say a word, he's feeling terrible now, his whole body hurts like he's falling apart, even though he's covered with a quilt, it's as cold as if he's soaked in ice water in winter, and the voices he hears are always vague as if they're separated by something I don't know the swelling and pain of my head.

Butler Pei felt that it was necessary for him to remind: "Mr. Shen, Mr....may have been abused by... that one last night. Please check him out. Mr. is too weak to stand the torture."

Steward Pei stumbled and finished his sentence, feeling that he couldn't stay any longer, so he said something and then retreated.

After hearing Butler Pei's words, the two people in the room froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Shen Yuqing: "I... Did I get it wrong..."

Furious, Chu Yunxi rushed to the bed and shouted, "Murong Ling, you're crazy! Why did you let that brat touch you! What kind of thing is he, what right does he have to touch you?!"

Murong Ling's voice was very soft: "I killed his brother."

"Oh! So what if you kill him? In that case, if you don't do anything, Qian Shuning will die too. Why do you carry it all down! Murong Ling, let me ask you, aren't you sad that Qian Shucheng treats you like this? Doesn't it hurt?"

Maybe it was because the fever was too severe, everyone in front of him was his own, so it was rare for Murong Ling to show his vulnerable side: "It still...it hurts..."

No one in the room spoke for a while.

Shen Yuqing performed her duty very consciously, and gave Murong Ling an antipyretic injection first: "Don't sleep yet, the wound on your back needs medicine first, and I'll give you an anti-inflammatory injection after the medicine is finished."

Murong Ling replied as if raving.

"it is good."

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意大利□□92F型□□：1985年由意大利□□公司研制的□□92F型□□力压群雄，被美军选为新一代制式□□、并在美军中重新命名为M9□□。从此□□92F型□□便"一抢走红"。该枪发射9毫米巴拉贝鲁姆弹，全长217毫米，空枪重0.96千克，初速333．7米/秒，有效射程50米。（来自百科）