[Shen Wang] Banana deer

Shen Lang took Wang Lian and went straight to the field outside the city, and placed him on a piece of soft grass.

I don't know if it's because of the cold or something else, he frowned and fell asleep, curled up slightly, clenched his fists tightly, as if he was still holding the short blade, and his teeth were rattling.

When Shen Lang shot down Wang Lianhua's short blade sideways, he glanced at his face out of the corner of his eye and noticed something abnormal.

His saber is not fast, maybe he only used three or four points of force, if he used all his strength, Shen Lang would definitely not be able to dodge from such a short distance.

The whites of his eyes were a strange light red, the pupils were dilated to the maximum, but the black eyeballs were lifeless, like a dull glass bead, lifeless.

These were not Wang Lianhua's eyes, his eyes were always bright and shining.

The light is dancing, dotted, flickering, unpredictable, just like his people.

What kind of person is he?

He is ruthless and vicious, full of schemes, unscrupulous, and murderous.

Shen Lang could think of a hundred derogatory words to describe him, but he couldn't think of him as a downright bad guy.

Even, in many cases, you can understand him.

Just like he can understand Bai Feifei.

The two of them are so similar, yet so different.

Shen Lang thought of the boy he met in the forest, had his words been verified right now?

The dusk gradually sinks, and the scenery is difficult to distinguish.

Wang Lianhua still did not wake up.

Shen Lang lit a fire, and the trembling flames reflected his expression a little sad, even the lazy smile that usually hung on his face and didn't care about anything disappeared completely, and the outline of his cheeks showed a serious and sharp look .

He is a very handsome man, his eyes are like mighty sea water, broad and full of vitality, reading carefully, he can read a touch of self-confidence and cunning.He does have the capital of self-confidence, appearance, martial arts, intelligence, prestige, which one is not worthy of his self-confidence?

Even sometimes, when he saw those so-called ordinary people getting into trouble, he felt a sense of responsibility in his heart.This is just such a simple trick, why can't you see through it?

Wang Lianhua is undoubtedly a very smart person, he is also proud and conceited, but he can only sneer, if he is a fool, he deserves his death even if he dies, why should I save him?

Sometimes he is selfish to the extreme, and sometimes he is extremely selfish.Thinking about it this way, Shen Lang felt that he didn't fully understand this person.

The flames fluttered in the wind, Shen Lang stared at the fire, his eyes seemed to be beating.

A person came from a distance, and the dead grass under his feet creaked. The person walked straight towards Shen Lang, and it was only when he got closer that he realized that it was a man.

The man is about 30 years old, with a thin body, clothes that don't seem to fit well, hanging loosely on his shoulders, with little flesh on his cheeks, slightly sunken, small eyes, but very round and bright, and they move extremely flexibly.On the left and right sides of the waist hang an identical odd-shaped weapon, shaped like a giant claw, with a cold light flashing at the tip of the claw, which shows that it is very sharp.

The thin man stood still at a distance of one foot, bowed his body, his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "This brother is right."

Shen Lang clapped his hands back, with a calm expression on his face.

The skinny man said again: "May I borrow something first?" He was talking about it, but his tone was arrogant and unresponsive.

Shen Lang laughed, still the kind of calm and gentle smile, with a bit of meaninglessness, "I don't know what you want to borrow, brother?"

The thin man stretched out his hand and pointed at the sleeping Wang Lianhua, and said, "Borrow that half-dead man over there."

His fingers were skinny and slightly curved, like chicken feet.

Shen Lang said with a smile: "Brother, how do you know that the man is half dead or maybe he is just sleeping."

The thin man said: "Wang Lianhua's martial arts are so strong, how could he continue to sleep when I came over? Moreover, I see his face turned pale, and his anger is like a thread, I'm afraid he will die soon."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I don't know how to call you brother?"

The skinny man laughed, "It's easy to say, I am the nine-headed golden pheasant known as the nine-headed golden pheasant, and Bao must die."

Shen Lang said with a smile: "I have admired you for a long time." Even though he had never heard of the nine-headed golden pheasant bun must die, this sentence is really indispensable.

Bao Bishi's face turned pale, "It's easy to talk about."

Shen Lang said: "I wonder if Brother Bao is his enemy or his friend?"

Bao Bishi said: "You don't care what these things are, if you don't want to die, then give him to me."

Shen Lang said lightly: "What if I don't pay?"

Bao Bishi said coldly: "Then you can only taste my soul-hunting claws."

Shen Lang gently stirred the fire with a dead branch, the flames jumped up suddenly, sparks splashed everywhere, and he said with a smile: "I have eaten bear paws, pig's trotters, and chicken feet, but I have never eaten the claws of ecstasy. If I can taste , it must be something different."

Bao Bishi was taken aback for a moment, and said with a sneer, "I'm afraid you won't be able to swallow it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out his two claws around his waist, turned around, and his movements were actually light and quick, with a solid foundation.

Shen Lang still had that complacent smile on his face, he glanced at the sleeping man out of the corner of his eye, but he still stared at the fire, motionless.

Bao Bishi flew into the air, grinning ferociously at the corner of his mouth, his two claws struck from the side, hooking Shen Lang's neck.

Suddenly, his advancing body froze in mid-air, and his face also changed.His lips were wide open, his breathing deepened to the limit, his eyes suddenly opened, almost breaking his eyelids, filled with despair and fear.Then, the whole person fell to the ground and curled up like a shrimp.

He bent his ten fingers like chicken claws, let go of the pair of sharp claws, and tried to grab his throat, but he couldn't, only a thin strand of blood flowed down his neck and into the collar.

There was a gurgling sound in his throat, but he couldn't utter a complete word.

With a pierced throat, how could he be able to speak.

When he fell to the ground, Shen Lang saw a person standing behind him, a woman, a beautiful woman.

But she was holding a soul-chasing chain in her hand.

The chain was as thick as a thumb, dark and dull, one end was held in her white hands that seemed to be glowing, and the other end pierced the thin man's throat from behind.

The moment he flew towards Shen Lang, the chain was faster than his body, swimming like a poisonous snake, biting his throat with incomparable precision, and he couldn't look back until he died At a glance, what kind of weapon killed him, and who was holding the weapon.

The woman's wrist trembled slightly, and the viper-like thin chain shrank back into her sleeve with a snap, pulling up the still warm corpse and shaking it.

But she didn't even glance at Bao Bishi, she just stared straight at Shen Lang.As if the dead person had nothing to do with him, and as if what she just strangled was just a bug and mouse.

Shen Lang saw that there was a bird's beak-like sharp point at the top of the life-threatening chain, small, slightly hooked, and sharp.But for a neck, it is enough.

Shen Lang raised his eyes to look at the woman, with a smile still on his face, a smile that made one's teeth itch with hatred, but one couldn't help but look at it.

A woman is a beautiful woman, this kind of beauty is not aggressive, only with endless tenderness.The small lips are slightly parted, like a plump cherry, waiting to be swallowed in one gulp. The bridge of the nose is straight, the lines are smooth, and the tip of the nose is small and delicate. The most touching thing is her eyes, which are flowing, The tenderness is like water, when those eyes are cast on you, there is a bit of infatuation and a bit of resentment, as if she is staring at the hero she admires.

The woman looked directly at Shen Lang, and smiled, her smile was also a kind of gentle and virtuous smile with downcast eyes, as if the man opposite was her husband, and she had just prepared warm bath water for him.

After she smiled, she lightly lifted her skirt and walked towards Shen Lang. Every step she took was as weak as a willow supporting the wind, but such a beautiful and weak woman was so ruthless and sophisticated, which gave her a cruel sense of beauty. .

Seeing her approaching, Shen Lang sighed, "Why did the girl kill him?"

The woman smiled again, and said: "He doesn't even know the famous Shen Lang Shen Daxia, shouldn't he die?" Her voice was also so sweet and gentle that it seemed to melt people.

Shen Lang sighed: "What's the point of such a poor reputation?"

The woman laughed and said, "If your reputation doesn't matter, who else's reputation in the world matters?"

Shen Lang said: "But I don't know why the girl came here?"

The woman said: "If I say that my purpose is the same as that person just now, what will Hero Shen do?"

Shen Lang smiled slightly, "I really hope that person wakes up soon."

The woman laughed softly: "Everyone in the world knows that Shen Lang Wang Lianhua is an enemy rather than a friend, and Wang Lianhua is Shen Lang's first deadly enemy. If you hand him over to me, wouldn't it be a great thing for you? what?"

Shen Lang suddenly laughed again, "Could it be that the girl is his enemy?"

The woman said: "Whether you are an enemy or not, you just need to know that if you hand him over to me, he will definitely live a life worse than death."

Shen Lang smiled and said: "But I feel that it is better to hold my opponent in my own hands."

The woman was taken aback, then smiled again: "So, you will never hand him over to me."

"Never." Shen Lang looked straight at the woman, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The woman sighed: "Well, even if you don't give him to me, I won't fight with you either, so let's leave now."

After speaking, she actually left very quickly, almost as fast as when she came.

Her lightness kung fu was not weak, she walked swiftly and silently, and soon like a dandelion blown away by the wind, she floated to where she should go.

Shen Lang walked to the side of the drowsy man, lowered his head and stared at him, and said calmly: "It's time to finish the play of Mr. Wang."

After he finished speaking, Wang Lianhua slowly opened his eyes. When he opened them just a crack, those eyes were dim and lifeless, but after he blinked, he suddenly felt strange. The change.His eyes were once again filled with majestic brilliance, like a March smoky wind that instantly melted the winter ice, creating a trickle of water.

Shen Lang smiled lightly and said, "Since Prince Wang is already awake, why do you want to pretend to be asleep?"

Wang Lianhua blinked again, and the brilliance in those eyes seemed to be brighter, "I just want to see how Shen Daxia will react, and will he save me?"

Shen Lang said: "Could it be that I have saved you less often?"

Wang Lianhua sighed: "It is indeed not too rare, almost as many times as I want to kill you."

Shen Lang smiled and said, "I don't think you can remember it better than me."

Wang Lianhua sighed again: "It's just that I have killed you countless times, but I have never succeeded. You only have one time, so it will be difficult for me to turn over again."

Shen Lang stared at him, "Are you really poisoned?"

Wang Lianhua pondered: "If you are poisoned by this kind of poison, you will be controlled by others."

"Control your mind?"

"Exactly, this kind of poison doesn't attack on weekdays. Only after being triggered by some kind of poison, will I be able to control my mind. Now I can't think of what triggered my poison that day. It must be a key clue."

He continued: "Duyin may be a word, a movement, a smell, it's all possible, but there were too many things that happened that day, Zhu Qiqi, Panda, you, me, and that Qingguan People, people have done too much and said too much. Where do you start?"

Shen Lang murmured: "Panda, Zhu Qiqi will never do such a thing, and he has no plans for you."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "Don't forget, the one who hates me the most is the panda."

Shen Lang smiled and said: "You also know it's not him, why bother to say these things, who is it, don't you and I already know who it is?"

Wang Lianhua sighed: "However, there is one thing you may not have thought of."

"Which point"

"Do you know how I was poisoned"

Shen Lang really hadn't thought of this episode yet, so he calmly asked: "How?"

Wang Lianhua sneered, "It's all thanks to Hero Shen."

Shen Lang smiled bitterly: "When did I have the ability to poison you?"

"You don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you."

"so?"

"It's the arrester surnamed Xu."

Shen Lang was startled suddenly, "It was he who cut you?"

"Indeed."

"Is there a way to solve it?"

Wang Lianhua finally showed a sad look, smiled wryly and shook her head, "In my judgment, no one can do anything about it except the poisoner."

Shen Lang was speechless, although Wang Lianhua's attainments in sex could not be said to be the pinnacle, but it was already extraordinary.

If he says he can't solve it, then the chances are indeed slim.

Wang Lianhua said again: "I just don't know, what is his purpose for doing this, what is he intending to do by poisoning me like this?"

Shen Lang sighed: "Don't you have to ask him to know?"