Chapter 74: Confrontation Road Couple (Xiao Xiu) "Crazy, dog." "Woof...

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Langxi closed his eyes nonchalantly. He waited calmly for the sentry to lower his head and accept his spiritual taming.

However, the development of things was beyond his expectations.

"No." A hoarse voice came from my ear, and someone responded in a low and firm voice.

The next second, Feng Langxi's drooping knuckles suddenly tightened.

He saw a large area of ​​dark color flowing out of Kuang Jing's golden pupils, and drops of scarlet sticky blood meandered down his clearly defined mouth and nose, falling one after another into the ravine tightly wrapped by the black vest. The air was suddenly filled with a strong fishy and sweet smell.

【Warning! Danger warning!】

In the consciousness space, 030 let out a loud scream.

Almost at the same time, the light source on the ceiling suddenly went out, and shattered glass rained down like a rainstorm. The sentry on the sofa suddenly stretched out his hand -

Ha... The moment he was swallowed by the darkness, Feng Langxi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He was trembling all over and could clearly hear his heart beating wildly, but it was too late.

As soon as the light disappeared from the room, a giant silver snake fell silently from the void. It was Kuang Jing's spiritual body that had been sleeping for a long time!

His icy body tightly gripped the guide's heaving chest, and the tip of his mercury-like tail clamped down on the prey's throat, throwing him completely into the depths of the sofa.

"Yu Jingzi, strangle...!"

Following the master's command, the giant python's huge body suddenly tightened!

Amid the crackling sounds of bones bearing the weight, Feng Langxi felt his chest being squeezed to the point of suffocation, and his brain went blank at the moment of death.

Purple veins bulged out from the sides of his raised neck like winding mountains, and his body was spasming as he instinctively and unconsciously struggled mightily.

In this case, the spirit body that was symbiotic with the guide dissipated uncontrollably.

Elsewhere, beaded sweat streamed down Kuang Jing's aching forehead. Listening to the rustling sound of scales peeling off his ears, he could clearly feel the energy in his body rapidly depleting. The Yu Jingzi he had forcibly summoned by overdrawing his essence and blood was also on the verge of collapse.

Bang.

The moment the mental connection was broken, the excruciating pain from deep within his soul caused his vision to black out uncontrollably, and he nearly passed out. At this critical moment, Kuang Jing acted decisively, relying on muscle memory to turn over with all his strength!

He tightened his waist and abdomen, drove his knees hard into the guide's hip bones, and crushed his feet over the opponent's stiff knees, forcibly suppressing Feng Langxi completely under him.

Thus, the situation was completely reversed.

"...Sir, I don't mean to hurt you. Please don't try to provoke me again."

Listening to the intermittent coughs and gasps muffled by the sofa, Kuang Jing's tone softened, but his eyes remained sharp. His soaked black vest only slightly outlined the taut muscles beneath, but it couldn't hide the fatigue that was gradually weakening his limbs.

As if thinking of the upcoming cooperative mission, the sentry silently let Feng Langxi struggle and turn his head:

"You just almost made me lose my mind again... Now, can you please stop?"

However, what shocked him was that at this moment, Feng Lang's face, which was covered with tears, still had an exaggerated curve, and his smile even became more crazy.

The guide's thin-framed glasses had been thrown away in the sudden change just now. Therefore, without the obstruction of the lenses, all the emotions in his watery ochre-red pupils became particularly sharp.

“Huh…”

This state of being between life and death really made Feng Langxi tremble with excitement. Kuang Jing watched him stretch out his tongue and roll all the blood that he accidentally dropped on his face into the gap between his lips. The sound of wet and sticky water was made when his Adam's apple rolled.

"Ahem... you want to tame me? Well, a collar alone won't be enough—"

The next second, the majestic mental power and psychedelic fragrance returned instantly!

Tai Sui's bony arms silently stretched out from the darkness again, and quietly enveloped Kuang Jing's broad back like a tarsal ulcer, instantly causing goose bumps.

Those sharp white bone claws were like a knife cutting tofu, easily cutting through the thin fabric and layers of flesh, heading straight for his spine.

“Hmm!”

Kuang Jing, who was attacked from both sides, couldn't help but let out a hoarse groan. Under the opponent's aggressive attack, even a clay man would be aroused.

So, the sentry immediately and precisely grasped Tai Sui's ulna with his backhand, and twisted it suddenly! With the sound of bones popping, he bent his knees and pushed towards Feng Langxi's fragile stomach, successfully forcing back the attack from behind.

If the first strike failed, the next move was already in hand. The two men froze in pain for a moment, then immediately attacked the other's vital points at the same time!

Looking at the pair of amber eyes above him that were gradually turning blood red, Feng Langxi's crazy face couldn't help but flush with a large, sickly blush.

His mental energy gushed forth like a flood, meticulously washing away the devastated mental images of the sentinels. Tai Sui, like a madman, traded wounds for wounds, completely disregarding his own shattered body.

In the dim light, the overlapping silhouettes of the two people looked like a pair of wild beasts fighting to the death, and every roar conveyed a primitive and wild breath.

Fine beads of blood mixed with broken flesh and sweat rolled down their broken bodies one after another, blooming countless dark red flowers on the pure-colored fabric underneath.

In this small space, the fishy-sweet smell of blood and the strange fragrance intertwined together, actually tinging the night with a somewhat morbid charm.

In this way, the passage of time seemed to have completely disappeared.

At some point, the two entangled figures finally rolled off the whimpering and shaking sofa one after another, and continued to bite and fight in the glass shards on the ground.

The wreckage of the crystal chandelier let out a faint wail accompanied by the sound of fists hitting flesh. Blood beads of unknown origin and splattered sweat together formed strange runes on the floor.

In pain and confusion, time passed minute by minute until the electronic clock on the wall suddenly sounded the hour.

“Bang—”

The shrill sound of the bells kept echoing in the enclosed space, causing pain in the eardrums of the two men. The sudden loud noise instantly brought their consciousness back to reality from the brutal fight.

It's six o'clock.

This is the signal for the start of the mission and also the pause for the contest.

“Bang—”

Under the dim blue glow of the electronic clock, Kuang Jing belatedly realized that a large amount of warm liquid was gushing out of his ear canal. At that moment, the phalanges of Tai Sui pressing against his solar plexus suddenly tightened, as if digging into his flesh.

“Bang—”

Kuang Jing reflexively grabbed the throat below him, and the sentinel's reinforced knuckles dug deeply into Feng Langxi's pale skin, leaving a purple bruise on his carotid artery.

“Bang—”

When the fourth bell rang, the mess in the room seemed to have been paused. The two exchanged a knowing glance, and the air suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, Kuang Jing suddenly took the lead in releasing the strength from his fingers, but still maintained the suppressing posture, allowing the guide's warm breath to brush across the blood-stained cloth on his body.

Feng Langxi lay on the ground unusually obediently. He slowly wiped the blood off his face and asked Tai Sui, whose skeleton was scattered everywhere, to help him put his glasses back on his nose.

As the bell continued to ring, the entire white tower seemed to come alive in an instant, and the medical team that had detected the abnormality was rushing here in a hurry.

"What a shame... I was so close to seeing your mental picture completely shattered."

After retracting his spiritual body, Feng Langxi sighed softly. He pushed the bloodstained frame of his glasses, and his slightly narrowed ochre eyes were filled with a lingering light.

Looking at the completely distorted room before him, Kuang Jing forced himself to close his eyes, suppressing all his extreme emotions. His chest heaved heavily for a few times, and finally he couldn't help but slowly utter two words:

"Crazy dog."

Feng Langxi accepted this name very well. He even responded with a smiling "woof".

"Happy cooperation?"

At the moment when the belated light illuminated the room, he slowly stretched out his distorted right hand, and the look in his eyes behind the cracked lenses seemed particularly meaningful.

Kuang Jing stared at the face of this gentlemanly villain in silence for two seconds, and finally decided to give up. He snapped his dislocated wrist back into place, and then said calmly:

"Mission first."

When the two men clasped hands, the rough calluses on the sentry's palms easily rubbed red marks on Feng Langxi's damaged skin, causing an unignorable stinging pain, but also making his smile become more neurotic.

…

Downtown, black market.

Gray moss grew on the damp walls, like old, cracked skin. The dim streetlights sizzled in the rain, as if they would go out at any moment.

In this gray area where all kinds of people mix, two intelligence dealers were huddled under a protruding eaves, whispering to each other, like two moldy mushrooms.

"Hey, have you heard? The person in charge of PURGE has disappeared! I heard he was... arrested by the higher-ups."

One of them said in a hoarse voice, his fat-wrapped eyes full of gloating.

"Tsk, they deserve it! Who told them to be so high-profile? How dare common people fight against officials? I knew this day would come sooner or later—" Another short middle-aged man smacked his lips, his tone full of sarcasm, but his eyes unconsciously glanced around, afraid that someone would hear, "But I guess this matter is probably not that simple..."

"What do you mean?" After hearing this, the fat man asked hurriedly, his voice almost breaking with urgency.

"Well, I'm just guessing, guessing—" The dwarf pretended to be mysterious and kept the question in suspense, "Didn't they say that the White Tower recently recruited a senior guide? In order to protect him, they made a big fuss in the upper city!

"Think about it, guides aren't common. There are only a few of them, and you can count them on your fingers, not to mention the advanced ones. So, where did this guy just appear out of nowhere?"

"You mean..." The fat man's eyes rolled, as if he thought of something.

"Oh, I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything..."

The cool night wind blew gently over my head, and the drizzling rain seemed to have finally stopped.

From some point on, the voices of the two people became weaker and weaker, and the footsteps gradually faded away, eventually disappearing together in the dim street corners and alleys.

After a while, right where they had just stood, the surface of the old metal box inexplicably began to ripple. Then, a thin figure suddenly emerged from it, moving as lightly as a cat.

"PURGE...Upper Town...White Tower..." He chewed these words back and forth in his mouth for a few times, and then fell silent again. A thin white mist mixed with his breath flowed out from the man's blurry mouth and nose, inexplicably giving people a chill.

In the blink of an eye, the man's aura merged into the shadows again, as if he had never appeared.