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The night wind blew through the forest slightly, and there was a rustling sound from the swirling dead leaves all over the ground.

Lan Jing's cold eyes and Cong Lang's raised eyes looked at each other in the darkness.

The Glock is no more than two meters away from Cong Lang's forehead. If Lan Jing shoots, with the power of this pistol, it will not be like in the movie. The bullet penetrates between the eyebrows and the person falls lightly. The picture is sad and beautiful.

With such a short distance, the fired bullet will definitely blow off half of his head, the brain mixed with blood will splash on the torturer's face, and the rest of the mutilated body will fall to the ground like a rag. cliff.

But the black muzzle of the gun above his head didn't seem to frighten Cong Lang at all, and there was even the usual warmth in those captivating peach blossom eyes.

"Actually," Cong Lang looked at Lan Jing and smiled, his bloody voice was softer than before, "You didn't have to take such risks just now, Lan Xiaojing wanted my life, I will definitely not resist."

Lan Jing's hand holding the pistol was steady, but the nails of the other hand were tightly clenched into the flesh of his palm under the cuff. Hearing Cong Lang's words, he just smiled briefly, and then said coldly, "Your mouth How many of the words in the book are true? I can't beat you, how can I get revenge if I don't take such a risk?"

"It's true when I say I like you." Cong Lang quickly continued.

Lan Jing gritted his teeth suddenly and remained silent.

It was indeed true, if Cong Lang hadn't been sincere to him, the gamble that deliberately let the car go out of control just now would not have succeeded, and the person who was hanging under the cliff or exploded into ashes with the locomotive at this moment was him.

But the sincerity tested at the time of life and death can't compare with the hatred and anger in Lan Jing's mind at the moment.

The sky was as heavy as an upside-down inkstone, and there were a few traces of moist water vapor in the air on his face. Cong Lang blinked his eyes with a hint of coolness seeping in. Maybe he knew he couldn't escape, or maybe he was ready to die. After the lie was revealed, his tone was unexpectedly calm.

"When... when did you know about Shu Mingcheng's relationship with me?"

Lan Jing's dark and cold eyes moved, and there was no expression on that sculptural face, but I don't know if it was an illusion. After this question came out, his face twisted for a moment, then he bent slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. A cruel, bloodthirsty smile.

"Guess," Lan Jing said slowly, "If you guess right, we will keep your whole body."

Cong Lang's always calm and fearless peach blossom eyes could not help but tighten slightly, he thought to himself, what does Lan Jing's words mean?Didn't he just know the truth?Could it be...

Lan Jing lit a cigarette, and the light of the fire reflected half of his mocking face, but his lips were trembling imperceptibly, "I know Lei Shao so well, everyone who is close to me He has to check the background carefully, you come to provoke me again and again, do you think he won't check it out?"

Lan Jing paused, and the smile on Cong Lang's ugly face became more and more ironic, "So, why do you think I gave up the rich and powerful Lei Shao in the first place, and turned to face a man whose identity is unknown, Is the person who raped me a bitch?"

Cong Lang's lips were tightened, and his eyes were drawn back to stare at the dark cliff in front of him. Every word of Lan Jing was like a steel needle piercing his eardrum. To explode.

Although his relationship with Shu Mingcheng is hidden and few people know about it, they did not specifically cover up their identities. Those who have the ability and means can indeed find out as long as they are willing to work hard to investigate.

"So, you have been close to me on purpose from the beginning?" After a long time, he heard himself ask, "Where is your heart? Is it a lie to say you like me?"

Cong Lang tried hard to find a trace of lying from Lan Jing's indifferent expression, but he failed. With Lan Jing's character, his reaction really didn't look like he just knew the truth, he was calm and almost silent.

Could it be that, as Shu Mingcheng said, the other party has been lurking by his side just for revenge?

Cong Lang's mind was agitated, as if a hole had been broken in his chest, the night wind poured in, and his soul was torn apart with a shattering sound.

Lan Jing clenched the cold and ruthless murder weapon in his hand, looked down at the face shrouded in astonishment and pain in front of him, and finally a twisted pleasure emerged in his heart.

He not only wanted revenge, but also let this person taste the taste of being deceived, and let his family deeply understand the pain of losing a loved one.

"Are you kidding me?" Lan Jing snorted coldly, "I don't have such a thing as heart, you don't really believe it, do you?"

There were rumbles in Cong Lang's ears, heavy and cold panting from his blood-stained mouth, he closed his eyes heavily, and then opened them suddenly.

No, not right.

Lan Jing's words just now are not convincing at all. If he is really acting from the beginning to the end, just for this moment today, then it would be a bit stingy to award him the Oscar statuette.

Cong Lang quickly and carefully recalled the details of the two people getting along, and found that those intimate murmurs in the middle of the night, those fiery entanglements, those warmth between ears and temples, and the friendship and sincerity that they said when they hugged each other could not be true. Fake.

Lan Xiaojing was lying to him now.

Cong Lang's feet had no point of support, and he was hanging on the edge of the cliff. All the weight of his body was supported by the bloody fingers clasped on the edge of the cliff, but he knew that he could not hold on any longer, and his arms had begun to tremble and tremble uncontrollably. numb.

If he hadn't been seriously injured, in such a situation, relying on the strength of his waist, he could turn over immediately with a beautiful leap, but now, unless Lan Jing pulls him, otherwise...

There was a slight click in the air when the index finger was on the trigger, and Cong Lang took a deep breath of bloody hot air, then looked up at the god of death who was about to harvest his life.

Lan Jing stood on the edge of the cliff. From his point of view, the opponent's legs wrapped in black motorcycle leather appeared to be straighter and slender. Cong Lang moved his gaze upwards and fixed on the opponent's tightened jaw. Can't see anything anymore.

The darkness swallowed all of Lan Jing's expressions, only the spark on the cigarette butt beside his mouth was quietly burning in the night.

"Lan Xiaojing..." Cong Lang grabbed Lan Jing's trouser legs, gasped for breath with difficulty, and after a few seconds, he smiled and said slowly, "Don't shoot, give brother a chance to kill himself." No? Don't get my blood on your hands."

The feeling of killing the person he loves the most with his own hands is too painful, and he doesn't want Lan Jing to experience such pain.

"After I'm dead, Lao Shu should send someone to chase you down. Go find Jin Dao, and he will help you."

"and also……"

Cong Lang was silent for a longer time this time, and moved his fingertips on the edge of the cliff, as if he wanted to touch the person in front of him again, but he had more energy than he wanted, so he smiled, gave up, and said softly, "This time I got revenge, let's start again, don't cry in the future, I will feel bad... Let yourself go."

Lan Jing didn't make a sound, but the canine teeth had already bitten the bloody inside of the mouth. He felt that Cong Lang's hand holding his trouser leg was slowly loosened, and those few seconds seemed to be stretched infinitely long.

He saw a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his neck was slightly tilted back, vaguely wanting to call his name, but in the end he didn't say anything, and his body fell into the thick darkness below.