It's a pity that after the initial severe pain passed, although I was still throbbing with pain, there was always a lucky thought that maybe I could be saved.
Isn't there someone on the battlefield whose internal organs were injured, but they didn't die in the end?
Although the hope was slim. , but there is always a trace of it.
What's more, a young man like him is ruthless and cruel to others, but he is very gentle to himself.
How can he be so cruel?
"Miss Xia, can we discuss it?"
The guy's eyes followed Xia Xiaodong's figure: "You, please spare me, and I will tell you who wants to harm you."
"You mean, it's not you."
Xia Xiaodong turned her head and looked at him, her big eyes getting wider and wider, looking confused.
""It's unjustifiable to say it's not myself: "I, I mean, there are, there are others."
"Of course there are others," Xia Xiaodong walked to the black bag, rummaged through it, took out his shoes and put them on.
This windowless room is really luxurious.
The floor is covered with thick carpets.
Although some places have been moth-eaten, it is generally in good condition.
Xia Xiaodong was a little busy before.
I actually forgot my shoes.
"Help!"
Just as he was putting on his shoes, the kneeling guy suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs and rolled towards the door.
People waiting outside had already heard some strange movements inside, and there were also faint voices of men and women talking.
Haha, after the young master had enjoyed himself to the fullest, was he teasing the girl with sarcastic remarks, or was he coaxing her with pity and pity?
As expected, the young master is very good at understanding women's thoughts.
After this girl woke up, she actually talked to the young master in a good manner.
According to usual experience, after those girls were bullied, if they got the opportunity, they would either scream and scream with a sharp voice that could pierce the roof; or they would be silent and heartbroken. , as if he was going to die soon, how could he still talk properly.
So after hearing the call for help, the first reaction of the people outside the door was actually, why did the woman's voice change so drastically?
It took her a while to remember, as if it was possible that it was actually the young master who was calling.
While the people outside the door were stunned, another short cry came over, but this cry could not distinguish between male and female.
It seemed like the sound of a wounded beast on the verge of death, painful, rough and desperate.
Something happened inside Unable to think too much at the moment, the man hurriedly rushed to the door.
When he reached the door, his original greed for life and fear of death finally took effect and he stopped in front of the door.
At this time, there was silence inside, even the vague voices before were gone.
The man raised his hand and dug his ears with the long nails on his little fingers.
Did he hear wrongly?
But with such silence, even a fool would know there must be something wrong.
Something happened inside, and it was a big deal If the young master accidentally damaged or even killed the girl, he should raise his voice and let himself in now.
And there shouldn’t have been any screams for help before.
So, something happened to the young master.
Such thoughts made the man almost want to run away.
Something happened to the young master, so I can stay here and continue to be cannon fodder.
However, the possible serious consequences of escaping made the man have to continue to nail his feet to the ground and think about it.
If the girl resisted fiercely, or waited for an opportunity to attack later, and injured the young master.
As for the possibility that the young master would die, this person refused to think about it, then she should rush out and escape. getting dressed It's a lose-lose situation, yes, it should be a lose-lose situation.
Young Master is a grown man.
Even if he is caught a few times, he will definitely not make it easy for that little girl.
A guy who thinks he's smart thinks he's thought it through.
So, he gently opened the door.
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Maybe the young master suddenly became silent.
He was unhappy because his face was scratched ugly, or maybe he was annoyed because he shouted for help in a panic.
There was no guarantee that he would not be angered when he rushed in. .
As a qualified slave, it has become a deep-rooted habit for him to figure out his master's thoughts anytime and anywhere.
The situation inside the door was something he never expected.
The young master fell to the ground, his wrist twisted at a strange angle, obviously broken, and there was a foot on his neck.
No wonder I can't speak out.
This was his last thought.
The scene before him became the last scene he saw.
It may not be appropriate to call it the last scene, because after that, another beautiful and calm face clearly appeared in his field of vision.
Xia Xiaodong withdrew her foot from the young man's neck.
Remember to throw away the shoe, she reminded herself secretly, and then looked at the person who came in later.
The man had a dagger stuck in his neck.
Of course it was the one in Xia Xiaodong's hand before.
Ever since he equipped himself with two thin daggers, Xia Xiaodong often practiced throwing.
She had read a paper before, which studied the effects of different throwing methods on flying knives.
Someone wanted to write a paper on this kind of thing.
In short, it is to hold the handle of the throwing knife and throw it out, or turn the knife upside down and throw it out with your backhand.
Each of these two methods has its own merits.
That paper discussed the strength, angle, angle of rotation, accuracy of hitting, etc. in an all-round way.
It seemed quite interesting, but Xia Xiaodong had forgotten the conclusion.
However, judging from the practice situation, it feels better psychologically to hold the handle, at least this way you don’t have to worry about scratching your hand.
I tried it today and the effect is pretty good.
After all, the distance is still very close, and the whole house is not that big, so the hit rate is naturally very high.
Even if he missed the hit, Xia Xiaodong was quite sure that he could knock him down when he was frightened by the flying knife.
The actual situation is that under the influence of high concentrations of adrenaline, Xia Xiaodong's judgment and throwing power are extremely good.
The flying dagger seems to be in slow motion in Xia Xiaodong's eyes, flying, flying, and flying in the air.
It was stuck right in the middle of the man's neck.
Then, the guy couldn't breathe.
The trachea was cut off, so he couldn't breathe.
So, Xia Xiaodong, together with someone who was struggling to sit up and trying to inhale, watched helplessly as the man with the flying knife stuck in his neck fell to the ground, rolled around, and used his hands in vain.
He was scratching his neck, but he no longer had the strength to pull out the dagger.
In fact, pulling it out might lead to faster death, but it was not necessarily the case.
His eyes were obviously out of focus, his legs moved a few times and then only a slight twitching remained, and the whole person gradually became motionless.
It wasn't until he saw that the faces of the people on the ground were getting paler and whiter, and finally turned into some kind of strange gray, that Xia Xiaodong turned his head to look at the person who was still alive or not dead
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