Chapter 721: Happy Without Trace One

Zhong Qing flowed in a circle on the ground, a bullet hit the place where she had just turned, splashing some dust.

However, to her surprise, there was another bullet that hit an unknown place, and she was not injured.

No, she clearly heard three gunshots just now.

How could there be three beeps? Could it be that there is still a living person.

Looking up suddenly, she saw Tang Fengyang standing not far from her, with a gun in his hand and his back straight.

The expression is cold and arrogant, and the whole body is chilling.

Surrounded by lingering murderous aura.

On the other side, one of them had fallen to the ground and died.

Zhong Qing breathed a sigh of relief, that's why.

Just now Tang Fengyang arrived in time and killed one of them.

there's still one……

Zhong Qing's face sank like water, and he was about to shoot at the man while clenching his pistol tightly.

Tang Fengyang pulled the trigger without hesitation.

bang bang!

Two gunshots sounded at the same time, one to the temple and the other to the chest.

Both shots were deadly shots.

However, at the moment of falling down, his hand quickly pressed on the gun bag, and a colorless and odorless breath floated in the air.

After being shot, he fell directly to the ground. Tang Fengyang and Zhong Qing didn't even look at the corpses.

So no difference was found.

Tang Fengyang put away his pistol and walked up to Zhong Qing.

The moonlight was like washing, and the silver light poured over the earth, casting a layer of holy light.

He stood in the circle of light, tall and elegant, and his eyes crushed the mysterious and beautiful moonlight.

Glowing with stars.

"Are you OK."

Zhong Qing is Ling Weifeng's friend,

He promised Ling Weifeng that he would take good care of Zhong Qing, but he didn't want to bring her such a big danger.

And she saved him once.

Thinking of him, Tang Fengyang, the president of a country, would one day be saved by a woman.

It's really... embarrassing.

Zhong Qing's expression was still cold, "It's okay."

Then put away the pistol and walked forward.

Tang Fengyang followed.

Here is a barren grassland, with luxuriant grass, very soft and flat.

Even if it is a night road, it is very smooth to walk.

After walking a certain distance, Zhong Qing suddenly felt a little hot.

She reached out and tugged at the collar, loosening it a bit.

However, instead of dropping the heat in the body, it got hotter and hotter.

something wrong!

It is winter now, it is already early morning, and it is the time when the temperature is the lowest, how could it be hot.

With a thump in her heart, she suddenly thought of a terrible possibility.

However, in the next second, a terrible feeling surged up in her lower abdomen, which instantly emptied her body, wanting to be filled up fiercely.

This feeling was so fierce that it hit her too hard.

Before she could think of how to solve it, a hot body came up behind her.

Hugging her tightly, the burning heat and emptiness in his body seemed to find an outlet.

Her sanity was completely burned.

Tang Fengyang hugged her, bowed his head and kissed her lips, and groped her body uncontrollably, stripping off her clothes one by one.

His eyes, as if covered with a layer of mist, are full of confused feelings and desires.

It was as if the body had been swept by a fire, and the remaining rationality was burned to ashes.

A passion came unexpectedly.

Without giving anyone a chance to react, the two of them hugged each other and rolled onto the grass.

Clothes fell off one by one and scattered all over the floor.

In the deep winter night, the temperature is very low.

However, the temperature here is steadily rising.

Ambiguous moaning, heavy breathing, intertwined together, vivid and fragrant.