Chapter 395

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However, she did not know how to talk to Leng Yichen.

The competition is horse racing, the rules of the game, and even Leng Yichen is afraid of three points. The invitees of the game are Taoists with political and military background in the imperial capital.

She did not know the relationship between the interests, but personally, seems to be able to make sense, Leng Yichen's leg injury before the race, and the horse racing must be inseparable.

Is it human?

But Leng Yichen is not willing to speak.

It's just that an Xiaojing seems to have decided that this matter is man-made.

And this competition will certainly involve a lot of interests. Maybe Leng Yichen will lose something if he loses, or he will get something if he wins.

That's why someone will do something to him in advance.

Can it be like this?

Xiaojing is a little relieved.

Facing the person in front of him, looking at his bloody gauze, I don't know what to say.

Because Leng Yichen is not willing to tell himself.

The two men were silent.

"Ding Dong!"

Knock on the door.

Her first reaction was Chengfeng.

Before Leng Yichen called, Chengfeng had said that he would come here.

Without any hesitation, she went straight to the door.

However, an Xiaojing was wrong.

As soon as her hand opened the door, a man in black came in and pinched her neck.

It seems that the man in black is a woman.

"You

An Xiaojing's neck was pinched by her, and her voice was intermittent. She had no idea what had happened.

"Where is Leng Yichen?"

This time, the man in the room seemed to hear something. Then he got up. He saw the situation here. But he also noticed that the man in black held Cheng Fei in his hands.

"Let her go!"

"Let her go? By what? "

The tone of the man in black is a little cold, and an Xiaojing is hurt by her.

But Leng Yichen does not wait for the woman to react. He steps over and tries to snatch Cheng Fei from the woman's hand.

However, he didn't realize that, close to this direction, the woman actually hid a knife in her hand.

Seeing that an Xiaojing she was holding was about to be taken away by Leng Yichen, she threw the knife hard.

As long as one centimeter, an Xiaojing's chest will be inserted by this knife.

And Leng Yichen blocked it for her.

He was stabbed deeply in the back by that woman.

And Leng Yichen, without hesitation for a moment, unloaded the knife on his back.

Then a fierce return shot, throwing the knife at the woman's side.

The woman dodged and dodged the knife.

Leng Yichen's face has turned pale into a piece of white paper. Looking at the people in front of her, an Xiaojing felt like she wanted to cry without tears.

And she didn't understand why she thought of crying.

"Cold also Chen!"

"Ha ha, Leng Yichen, do you think you have the ability to protect all the people around you?" The woman spoke in a hubris.

"The one who moves me here, you can still have that tone!"

Endure the sharp pain on the body, Leng Yichen opened his mouth to the woman.

"Who made you do it to my sister? If my sister dies, you'll lose your life. Yes, the young master won't let me move you, but why should I listen to him? I'm willing to kill you. None of you will run away if my sister dies

The woman's face, full of anger and hatred, there are some abnormal smile.

An Xiaojing understood that this woman came to revenge.

"Damn your sister!"

An Xiaojing suddenly opened her mouth, and the woman named Honglian was already upset when she bumped into her own face.

And the woman in front of her, since she is under the master's hand, is not such a crazy move to destroy all the plans of the young master?

"Yes, how could I forget? My sister's body at the police station has been disfigured. It must be you. It must be you who envies her. Leng Yichen's side, who is just a woman like you, must be your poison to her. "

The woman did not know where she came from and took out another knife.

"I ruined her face, yes, but her death has nothing to do with me."

At such a time, an Xiaojing's mood also came up.

She doesn't have the black pot that doesn't belong to her.

"Oh, that is to say, her death was indirectly related to you?"

Women are good at inferring.

"So you hurt your leg, too?"

An Xiaojing looked at it, but after that, she was sure it was."Ha ha, how about me? He was lucky not to have killed him that day. You can't afford to pay for my sister's death. "

With that, the woman's knife was ready to fly over again, and the door opened.

It's Chengfeng.

And one of his people.

See the scene in the house, Chengfeng and his men immediately take her from behind.

The woman wanted to do it, but she was aware of the people behind her.

It's close.

An Xiaojing murmured in her heart.

The woman in black is held by Chengfeng's anti arm. No matter how she moves, she can't help it.

"Who are you talking about, young master?"

Leng Yichen's body is still injured, but he still wears a pale face to come over and ask the woman.

"You killed my sister, and you want to know who the young master is?"

With a cold smile, the woman suddenly moved her eyes to an Xiaojing.

To an Xiaojing, is a very unfathomable look.

Leng Yichen is still staring at her.

"Who is it?"

"I won't tell you. If you want to know who the young master is, you can find it by yourself."

Then, when Leng Yichen wanted to ask again, the woman bit her tongue and killed herself.

Leng Yichen admired the strength of this organization, and the so-called young master could actually buy such people off.

To his death, his subordinates will keep him, and will not even disclose any information about the so-called young master.

"This Chengfeng looked at the woman who had lost her breath and suddenly noticed Leng Yichen's face.

"Young master, you!"

Because Leng Yichen is wearing black clothes, even if there is blood on her body, it will not be easy to see clearly, while an Xiaojing behind her looks pale to death.

She was worried about what the woman had just said, but more than that, it was the man in front of her.

"Shut up!"

Leng Yichen did not say anything.

"Get rid of this woman, be quick!"

Chengfeng did not have to refute, so he nodded and agreed.

Then out of the room, Leng Yichen turned around, finally no strength, fell down.

"Cold also Chen!"

Cried an Xiaojing, then dragged the man's body, and her hands were soon stained with blood from his back.

I have never seen such a weak and injured Leng Yichen.

"Leng Yichen, don't die!"

She was a little flustered, but she didn't know what to do.

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