Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning opened her eyes. Through the bright red blood, she saw Gong Ting lying on her. She cried out: "Gong Ting, why are you so stupid?"

Gong Zheng looked at her weakly and suddenly snorted. Wei Anning saw that the man had pulled out his knife and stabbed her fiercely again. She rolled around with Gong Zheng and avoided the first knife.

Under Gong Ting, the gorgeous blood spread gently, like the most beautiful red rose in full bloom on the snow, with the smell of death.

Wei Anning's eyes tingled. She ignored him, grabbed a handful of snow and jumped up from the ground. The man was approaching again. She stepped back step by step and stared at him coldly, "who sent you?"

The man seemed to know that she was a turtle in a jar and could not escape. He was not in a hurry to kill her. Just like a hunter hunting, he wanted to enjoy the panic and fear before her death.

"They are dying. What's the use of knowing this?"

Wei Anning stared at him. "Only when I know who's going to kill me can I die in peace, or I'll turn into a fierce ghost and let you pay for your life."

"Hehe, all living people don't care about me, let alone become a ghost? Wei Anning, blame you for making too many enemies and blocking others' way. Go to hell. " The man raised his knife and stabbed her in the heart.

Between the lightning and flint, Wei Anning watched the opportunity and smashed the snow in his hand into the man's eyes. The man quickly closed his eyes. Wei Anning was the flash God of this moment.

She raised her leg and kicked the man's wrist. The man ate pain and threw a dagger. Wei Anning rolled on the spot and picked up the spring knife to confront the man.

"I really underestimated you. Since just now, you have been showing weakness in order to let me relax my vigilance at this moment. Wei Anning, you are very smart, but you forget that I never do anything uncertain." The man said, took off his wrist pinned to his waist and aimed it at Wei Anning's head.

He looked very proud. "We can try whether your knife is fast or my bullet is fast."

Wei Anning stared at the black muzzle in his hand. Does heaven want her to die here? She slowly closed her eyes and tears rolled down. Leng Youchen, I'm sorry, I really can't go back. I'll ask you.

The man's face became more and more proud. His index finger pulled the trigger and waited for the pleasure of a bullet through her head.

Bang.

The world suddenly quieted down. Wei Anning waited for a while. He didn't wait. The pain ran through his body, but he waited for the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

She quickly opened her eyes and saw the man kneeling on the ground. The ground behind him was splashed with blood, hissing and steaming, and the back of his head was pierced by a bullet. At the moment, he was dead.

The next second, she was tightly held in a familiar embrace, and the man's voice trembled, "thank God, you're all right."

Wei Anning was stunned. Obviously, he thought he had auditory hallucinations and hallucinations. How could Leng Youchen appear here?

Leng Youchen hugged him tightly, and his heart was still beating wildly. God knows how scared he was when he saw the killer pointing a gun at her head just now. He didn't even dare to make any noise to disturb the killer.

Wei Anning slowly recovered. Seeing Gong Ting lying in the snow not far away, she didn't even have time to be happy, so she pushed him away and ran towards Gong ting.

His arms were empty. Leng Youchen turned and watched her run to Gong ting. His hand hanging on his side slowly clenched into a fist.