Chapter 1286

The moonlight came down from the open window and reflected a touch of cold silver in the room.

A flash of cold light, weak wind with a sharp blade, quickly to the bed.

The man on the bed is still there, his long eyelashes are like fans, floating densely under his eyes, and his tall body has a strong smell of wine, which makes the whole room full of drunkenness.

As the cold light approached, he didn't seem to be aware of the danger at all, and still lay quietly with the quilt without temperature.

There is a complex light in the eyes of the comer. When the knife point is about to come to the man's neck, there is a trace of pleasure in the black eyes, but there is also a trace of complex bitterness.

Maybe even she didn't know where this bitterness came from and why it appeared, but when she suddenly felt a huge pain in her heart, the tip of the knife was about to reach the neck of the northern night.

But what she did not expect was that just when the tip of the knife was about to touch the artery in the neck of Beiming night, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes and buttoned his palm at will, and the tip of the knife stopped less than half a finger from his neck.

The wrist of the visitor had been tightly grasped by him and stopped in the air.

Yan Bingbing was startled. He didn't expect that he was so sensitive, and his skill was much faster than she thought.

Tonight is the first time that she saw him coming back drunk after she came here, but how could a drunk man have such clear eyes and quick lightning technique?

His right wrist was intercepted, but Yan Bingbing just shook his heart. In the blink of an eye, the fingertips of his left hand had already been buckled with three sharp blades, and in an instant he went to the neck of the northern night.

Beiming night is still in no hurry. She raises her hand and gently picks it. She easily pushes her wrist away. With five fingers tight, Yan Bingbing feels a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth. Then she feels numb, and the knife on her hand falls to one side.

As for the three blades on her left hand, they also flew out in the split of the northern night. In a twinkling of an eye, they did not know which corner they disappeared in.

The two attacks were not successful. Yan Bingbing's eyes were shining with scarlet light. He suddenly raised his legs and stepped over the big bed, and his toes were about to greet the northern night.

Beiming night didn't need to avoid at all. She pulled her with her hands and pushed her gently. He quickly pushed her out and sat down on the ground.

Yan Bingbing didn't give up. When she jumped up from the ground, her right hand touched the boot barrel. A small black thing was quickly taken out. Her fingertips were tight and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the man on the bed.

But unexpectedly, when she buttoned her index finger, the black gun didn't react at all.

She was startled and still didn't want to believe it. She continued to fasten her index finger. However, as just now, after several times of continuous bucking, the shotgun still didn't respond.

What's going on?

Yan Bingbing was so nervous that he stepped back a few steps to get out of the safe distance. Then he opened the shotgun as quickly as he could. Only then did he find that there was not a single bullet in the barrel.

No bullets When I looked up, Beiming night had been quietly sitting by the bed, staring at her for a moment.

Yan Bingbing took a cool breath, until now, he realized what kind of character he had chosen!

Even after years of training, she felt so scared that she would not even remember the killer.

The eyes did not even deliberately create a cold atmosphere, there is no murderous, just light, as usual, looking at themselves calmly.

"Do you like me?" The fear in her heart flashed away, and she immediately stood up and walked to the North night.

As he approached, he reached for his buttons and untied them one by one.

In the twinkling of an eye, the coat had been taken off by her, and her almost unreserved body appeared in front of each other.

Yan Bingbing doesn't seem to care at all. She reaches out her hand to touch her last piece of cloth, but Beiming night always sits by the bed and looks at her quietly.

Yan Bingbing was still close. Just before the last piece of cloth was torn off, suddenly, his hand on his chest was tight, his long finger was raised, and a little silver light cut through the air and shot at the neck of the northern night.

Such a close distance, I'm afraid it's less than two steps between the two people. She doesn't believe that in this distance, she still can't hurt him.

Before the concealed weapon was thrown out, she took a few steps back, turned over, picked up the coat that had just been thrown down, quickly put it back on her, and in a twinkling of an eye, several buttons had been buttoned up.

He reached out and picked up the vase on the desk. He was about to knock it on the edge of the desk. He intended to cut each other's throat with broken tiles. But when he didn't want to raise his eyes, he still saw that he was sitting there quietly in the northern night, still staring at himself.

The concealed weapon didn't hurt him at all, which was far from her imagination!

Why didn't he get hurt? At such a close distance just now, she threw the concealed weapon. Although she knew that she could not kill him, she was confident that when it was absolutely easy for him to get hurt, he would overturn to avoid the concealed weapon.He is sitting on the bed now. As soon as he falls down, she will have a chance to kill him from this angle.

But unexpectedly, when she had planned to take the next step, she found that the blow just now was like a stone sinking into the sea, which could not stir up any waves at all.

This time, she was completely flustered. The vase in her hand fell back to the desk with a crash. Fortunately, the vase was not broken, but the crash seemed to disturb some people.

Just a few seconds later, the door was kicked open with a bang, and the lost soup in the pajamas strode in. The hair was still wet and full of water. It was obvious that it had just come out of the bathroom.

Looking at Yan Bingbing standing there, he has pain and helplessness in his eyes.

Seeing that Beiming night was sitting quietly by the bed, before Yan Bingbing opened his mouth, he looked at Beiming night and said, "Sir, she just forgot the past and was controlled by them. It can't be all her fault."

Beiming night doesn't speak, but Yan Bingbing returns to her senses in shock. She takes a look at Beiming night and looks at Yitang. Suddenly, she raises her leg and greets Yitang.

This silent up is a foot, if the reaction is slow, I'm afraid she has been kicked to the ground.

But Yi Tang has been around Beiming night for so many years, how can he be a slow person? When Yan Bingbing's thigh muscles moved, he felt the danger coming, so he easily avoided that foot.

But Yan Bingbing didn't let him go. He raised his right hand and hit him with a heavy fist.