[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Yang Jing opened the door with a gloomy face, only to see two men in military uniform standing straight outside the door, looking straight at Yang Jing with serious faces.

He still has an unreal trance feeling now, as if he is drunk and has been confused. When he heard that Zhang Qi was going to pick him up, he felt a little embarrassed at first. Just thinking of that cold face, his On the contrary, his face was a little hot, and then he held the mentality of breaking the jar. He felt that he had to talk to Zhang Qi, and further thought that Zhang Qi had left the relationship, so he let his medical report come out in advance. Knowing it already, Yang Jing was relieved.

A few thoughts flashed through my mind, and the two people outside the door did not rush, Yang Jing nodded mechanically, and walked out slowly, "Okay."

Even so, judging from his expression and stiff movements, he could still tell that he was going to the battlefield.

The two people outside the door breathed a sigh of relief and made a gesture of please.

Yang Jing walked in front, his mind was in a mess, he thought he had to think of some countermeasures, but in fact he didn't think about anything, his brain was not working well, he didn't even know how to go downstairs, whether he met anyone along the way Note that when he got into the car, his feet seemed to be still soft, smelling a unique smell in the interior of the car, he suddenly came back to his senses and realized that he was about to go to the Nightmare Forest and confront Zhang Qi.

The car got into the fast lane only for urgent use, and started driving at a high speed. This has always been Zhang Qi's prerogative. Yang Jing didn't care. He cast his eyes out of the car window, but he didn't care to look at the scenery outside. The car was almost quiet. It makes people feel that the air is frozen. The two people who came to pick up Yang Jing, one is responsible for driving, and the other is sitting in the back, next to Yang Jing.

After leaving the urban area, we drove on a sparsely populated road until at a fork, the car turned in another direction, neither the direction of the Nightmare Forest, nor the direction of Xinning City where the elite group was located, but the direction that Yang Jing did not know. The direction you have been.

After turning the corner for a long time, Yang Jing turned his head, stared at the person next to him, and asked slowly, "Where is this going?"

The man breathed a sigh of relief almost invisible, and said flatly: "The military seat is attending a secret meeting, let me take my wife there, and we will go back together at night."

"Oh." Yang Jing's mouth responded for him first. He looked away, but his eyes became clearer, and his index finger began to rub against the seat.

He realized that something was wrong, and remembered the details that he had overlooked just now. If Zhang Qi sent someone to pick him up, then the two of them would know that he hates being called "Ma'am", and Yang Jing was pregnant just now. Besides, Zhang Qi said yesterday that he was going to the depths of the forest, it is impossible to suddenly go to some secret meeting today, taking a step back, even if Zhang Qi really went to the secret meeting, Yang Jing It has already been agreed that he will not go back this week, Zhang Qi will call him to tell him to go back, and the reason for telling him to go back is mostly because he knew in advance that he is pregnant, so no matter what the reason is, it will make him go back. He went straight back to the Nightmare Forest.

There were so many loopholes that Yang Jing didn't notice just now. He put his whole body on guard, put his right hand on his lap, and made a gesture of holding a sword.

The person next to him glanced at him, and unconsciously moved, his muscles tensed up, the atmosphere in the car was tense, and the smell of gunpowder floated in the air.

"Shadow, come out." Yang Jing muttered silently. Now, there is a umbral with a height of one meter floating between the two of them. He is still a black shadow, and he can't see his facial features, but Yang Jing can feel that there is something wrong with him. Looking around curiously, Yang Jing continued to give orders, "Keep an eye on this person."

The black shadow on the Umbrella rolled violently, and then floated onto the man, almost sticking to his shoulder. The man didn't notice it at all, but trembled inexplicably.

The person sitting next to Yang Jing wondered why it suddenly became cold, and a layer of goosebumps could not be controlled on his skin, and at the same time, he had a faint premonition in his heart.

The car drove silently, and when it was getting dark, it slowed down. This is not a city, but an open space, an empty open space, and not far away is the pole of the protective net, which is desolate.

"Ma'am, we're here." The car came to a complete stop, and the man in the driver's seat said coldly, no longer the respect he had before.

Yang Jing didn't point out any questions, and got out of the car calmly. Compared with the previous guess, he now fell to the ground with a big stone. He was sure that they had bad intentions and thought about countermeasures.

There were two burly men outside the car. Compared with the two men who picked him up, the two waiting men were even more ruffian.

Yang Jing stood still, summoned the white jade ginseng essence and hugged it in his hands, those people seemed to know that this thing could also fight, they all focused their eyes on his hand, two of them were on guard, and the other two sneered disdainfully .

Those four people stood in a row, Yang Jing glanced at the umbral attached to one of them, feeling a little relieved in his heart.

The driver took a step forward with a smirk on his face, "Ma'am, do you know why you were brought here?"

Yang Jing's senses are very clear now, even the rustling of the wind blowing on the opponent's body can be heard very clearly, the fingers move subconsciously, and even the body seems to be lighter. This is a special state when facing danger. One time, he was even more powerful than usual when facing wild beasts. He was a little excited, his eyes were slightly widened, and there was an abnormal light shining.

Yang Jing's right hand is still holding the sword and hangs by his side. He observes the four people. He was in charge of driving at the beginning, and now the person who is speaking seems to be the leader. The two waiting here look like thugs. Those in the same category, also not wearing military uniforms, only had disdain for Yang Jing, and one of them even glanced away and kept bouncing his feet.

He also often does this action, and he knows that this is a sign that he doesn't take the other party seriously.

"Originally, we didn't want to kill you, but who made you unlucky to be pregnant at this time..." The man was still talking.

Yang Jing was glad that he talked so much, and wanted to know the reason, so he paid half his attention and listened. When he heard the word "pregnant", his eyes turned red, and these people knew about it. Yang Jing suddenly became angry and stared fiercely. They, at the same time, he put the other half of his attention on the most casual big man among the four, secretly using his left hand, a white mist gushed out from his hand, no one could see it, and the mist enveloped the burly man The big man entangled for a while, and then dispersed again.

"You have descendants of the Zhang family, we have to kill you..."

The burly man suddenly felt as if he was hugged by something, he immediately became alert, and quickly looked at Yang Jing, only to see Yang Jing was listening to his companion's words, scratching his head inexplicably, and then looked around suspiciously .

Yang Jing kept staring at the person who spoke without blinking. In the eyes of others, he seemed to be frightened by the facts. In fact, his left hand once again used Dongming Qiankun on the burly man. This time, the white The smoke completely enveloped the man, wrapping him tightly.

There was a horrified expression on the man's face, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Jing's mouth.

"So, Young Master Yang, I can only blame you for your bad luck..."

I can only blame you for talking too much!

Before the other party could react, the Qingfeng sword was already in his hand, and he rushed towards the leader with all his strength.

"Don't move, watch out for his tricks." The leader roared.

At the same time, the burly man roared, "I can't move anymore."

The person in the lead was unmoved at all, and the other two looked over at the same time, not understanding what the big man meant.

At this time, Yang Jing had already rushed in front of the leader. The man did not use any weapon, but raised his hands in a boxing posture. When he got closer, Yang Jing realized that his hands had turned gray and black, like iron. .

The swung sword could no longer hold back, the man caught it empty-handed, the two hit each other, and there was a clang sound, sparks splashed everywhere, Yang Jing felt pain in his wrist, and wanted to retract the sword, but was firmly held by the opponent. After pulling for a long time, only pulled out a few inches, the Qingfeng sword rubbed against the man's steel palm and made a creaking sound, which made people's teeth sore, the man's face did not change at all, but instead he let out a smirk, with a stern look in his eyes, "Yang Young master, you underestimate me too."

Yang Jing didn't have the habit of speaking in battle. He retracted the Qingfeng sword in an instant, and the man reacted with a shake of his hands. He punched again, trying to catch Yang Jing. The volley moved towards the immobile burly man.

Yang Jing exhausted all his strength in that kick, but the man just shook it slightly. Even Yang Jing's own feet felt numb and painful because of the ordinary shoes. The man didn't notice Yang Jing's kick immediately. Jing intended to show a smug smile instead, his white teeth bared, with a hint of bloodthirsty.

Holding the Qingfeng sword in his hand again, the burly man looked at the cold sword that was attacking him, and couldn't help crying in panic. He tried his best, a vein bulged on his head, and beads of sweat slid down his head. Couldn't break free either.

The blade of the sword that was shining with blue light pierced the big man's neck, how sharp the Qingfeng sword is, with a puff, blood sprayed out, Yang Jing couldn't avoid it, most of it sprayed on his body, and even a lot of it sprayed on him His face was sticky and hot, and the big man fell to the ground with a horrific hoo hoo sound from his throat, and he didn't move for a few seconds.

There was a disgusting smell of blood in the air. Yang Jing gagged and almost vomited. His face was pale at this moment, and the casual clothes on his body were stained red with blood. There was only a dim light in the sky, shining on him. It was dark and unclear, Yang Jing held the sword, and the blood on it dripped to the ground, splashing small blood sprays one by one.

The leading man's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he roared, "Give it to me."

At the same time, Yang Jing ordered coldly, "Do it!"