Song Liancheng tilted his head, "What deal?"
"Isn't it troublesome to post recruitment on the official website to find prey? The people sent in never come back. Once the number increases, the secret will be exposed one day."
"I used to make a living in the lowest circles of the homeless city, and I had a lot of homeless homeless people in my hands. I can run this breeding farm for you on behalf of Peng Yue. Do you want to give me a chance?"
Lin Qiao spoke in a consultative tone, looking out of the corner of her eye at the mahogany chair placed next to her.
Peng Yue's expression changed, she pulled out the knife and turned around slightly panicked, "Mr. Song!"
Fortunately, Song Liancheng didn't take this trick. The big mouth on his neck stretched out a very long tongue and slowly rolled it up, ready to go. His saliva dripped down, "But Lin Qiao smells delicious." , it’s so fragrant, it’s like spraying a trap in front of my nose, making me unable to wait for tomorrow, so just let me eat it, I spent half a million dollars to buy the meat.”
So Peng Yue's impatient murder tonight was all to satisfy his anxiety.
The provocation failed. The moment Song Liancheng's tongue shot out at her, Lin Qiao followed the action she had simulated in her heart and suddenly jumped out from under the table and held the chair in front of her.
Peng Yue saw the right moment and a sharp knife flew towards the chair and pierced it into the chair. Because it was made of solid wood and was quite thick, he successfully blocked Lin Qiao's fatal blow.
Peng Yue didn't react for a moment and said in surprise: "That mahogany chair is so heavy, how did you..."
The thin Lin Qiao, who seemed to weigh less than a hundred, picked up a chair leg with one hand and blocked the entire chair in front of him. He still had some strength left in his hand to touch the kitchen utensils on the open kitchen table behind him, and threw them out like a dart. .
The edge of the knife glowed with silver and pierced into Peng Yue's shoulder.
This is Lin Qiao's rare good luck, but with a long table just over one meter wide, it's not difficult to do it.
Lin Qiao abandoned her chair and jumped to the table to avoid the long tongue sweeping below her. She clearly felt that her body had become stronger and more flexible.
She knelt on one knee on the dining table, grabbed Peng Yue's neck, who was not hasty to dodge, and pulled out the knife stuck in her shoulder.
Ignoring the blood splattered on her cheeks, she held the knife in front of Peng Yue and stared directly at Song Liancheng, "She is your only assistant. It's better not to be killed by me."
"You can kill him." Song Liancheng retracted his tongue and chuckled, "Just try again, kill him. Do you dare to kill him? Then kill him."
Peng Yue looked horrified, "Mr. Song! You promised me!"
"I gave you a chance, Lin Qiao. As a little fun before the meal, it's really fun, isn't it? Hahahaha." Song Liancheng climbed up the wall and hung upside down from the ceiling, looking at her greedily.
"Yes, you gave me a chance, so I'll take advantage of it." Lin Qiao's men said.
Before Peng Yue even uttered a word of begging for mercy, the blood on her neck suddenly burst out. Her knees softened and she fell to the ground with a pop. She covered her bleeding neck with both hands and stared at the backlight standing in shock and unwillingness. Lin Qiao.
Whether to leave two enemies for himself or only have to deal with one during the confrontation, Lin Qiao thought clearly about the pros and cons in his mind.
To save her life as much as possible, she had to kill Peng Yue. Originally, the other party wanted to kill her, which was no big deal, so she didn't feel the slightest guilt when she did it.
Lin Qiao shook off the blood-stained knife, exhaled, and concentrated on dealing with Song Liancheng, "I was very decisive when I killed you. You don't think I really can't do it."
"eat you!"
Song Liancheng launched several attacks in just one breath. Lin Qiao quickly jumped to dodge and rolled behind the living room door. With a clang, her long tongue penetrated the door panel directly against her face. She held a kitchen knife and slashed down decisively.
The strength was not small, and it was really cut into his tongue. The extremely tough tissue shocked her mouth and made her mouth numb, and the pain continued.
so hard!
Song Liancheng let out a cry of pain, and the crumbling door panel was knocked away by him. Lin Qiao behind him was also hit by the door panel and rolled against the wall. He fell to the ground.
She groaned, feeling that all the bones in her body were about to burst with pain, but she still got up as quickly as possible, ran away and disappeared into the corridor.
Song Liancheng dropped the kitchen knife with his tongue, and his roar echoed: "I'm going to kill you!"
During the escape, cold sweat rolled down Lin Qiao's temples. His brain was running rapidly and he carefully thought about the battle, and discovered a detail.
Song Liancheng never fought with her at close range. The tongue that could contract freely from his neck was the only weapon he used to attack her.
Does this mean that his body is actually weak? He was so weak that he didn't dare to approach her, a woman with a little bit of strength, so he kept a distance from her.
Lin Qiao held the kitchen knife that she had just picked up in time, calmed down and hid in a room, paying attention to the movement outside.
"Lin Qiao, I saw you." The voice like a nightmare was approaching as Song Liancheng stepped onto the floor.
The air is filled with the spores he uses to spy and hypnotize, and he soon has a target.
Hong Jing couldn't help but think about what Lin Qiao said at night. When she was sleeping, she lay on the bed and covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel. Although she didn't feel comfortable with it, she really wanted to know what was hidden under this calmness. What’s wrong with the pigs and meat that comes fresh every day in the kitchen.
She fell into a drowsy sleep and was woken up by a loud clang downstairs. Hong Jing sat up, dropped her towel to the floor, and listened to Song Liancheng's call with a confused expression.
"Lin Qiao...I saw you."
She didn't know what the cheerful tone was. When the footsteps approached, she got out of bed and opened the door to check.
Song Liancheng, who had just walked between the two doors, stopped, turned his head, his colorful eyes met Hong Jing's, and the mouth on his neck pulled into a smile, "Hong Jing can't sleep tonight?"
Hong Jing's pupils suddenly shrank and dilated, her face became extremely panicked, she covered her lips and trembled, "What...what."
Song Liancheng squinted his eyes slightly and said with a strange expression, "You can see me."
At this moment, the opposite door suddenly opened. Lin Qiao's muscles tensed up and her expression was determined. She used all the strength she could still use on her wrist and slashed hard at Song Liancheng's neck.
She was like cutting a knife into a piece of soft jelly, without touching any bone part of the human spine, and easily chopped off Song Liancheng's head, along with his big mouth.
Her guess was indeed correct. Song Liancheng was even one ten thousandth worse than the alien in the bar, and his body was extremely fragile.
Hong Jing looked at Lin Qiao, whose face was covered in blood and looked like a murderer. She was so frightened that she lost all her strength. Her legs and feet were shaking like chaff. She covered her lips and said, "Weird...monster."
Lin Qiao stomped on Song Liancheng's exposed long tongue on his neck and crushed it hard, "You were once a human, right? A human infected by marine pollutants? "
