Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

At night, the cold wind wailed, shouting like unwilling battle spirits on the ancient battlefield, trembling and desolate.

Cheng Ming closed the windows that were open during the day, and then opened the curtains. The orange halo of the small table lamp clearly reflected the anxiety on Cheng Ming's face.

In three days, An Xia had been sent to the small black room for three days, and no one knew whether it was alive or dead.

Cheng Ming was already in a hurry to circle around the room, "What should I do? Brigade, what can I do, even we can't get close. Those **** clearly want to shut down Miss Ann."

"I knew it would be closed for such a long time. I should really give Miss Ann a few more meat buns! Brigade, if you think of a way, if you don't do anything, Miss Ann is afraid that something will happen."

Who would have thought that a small black room that was closed for only one night turned out to be closed for three days.

The other three girls did not even enter the small black house!

Mu Chenyuan closed his eyes and rested half leaning on the single bed. Compared with Cheng Ming's anxiety, he looked particularly cold, as if Cheng Ming was talking about a little thing that had nothing to do with him.

"Brigade!"

Cheng Ming stood by the bed, his gaze fell on his face, his voice was stretched and taut, "You said something, don't you just look at it like this? No matter?"

Still did not let Mu Chenyuan open his eyes, and even kept his breathing shallow and long.

Cheng Ming couldn't help being more anxious, and he simply leaned forward to see what his brigade was thinking. As soon as his eyes fell on Mu Chenyuan's face, Cheng Ming breathed.

There was no longer the sound of Cheng Ming in the room, and it was so quiet that there seemed to be no breathing.

Mu Chenyuan, who was leaning on the single head, was completely hidden in the shadows that were not too strong. The thin lips that were usually pursed even more tightly at this time. Sharp and cold.

He is not without concern.

Cheng Ming slowly retracted his protruding waist, stood up straight, turned around, and sat down on the opposite single bed.

He and the brigade share a room with a lot of space, and the two people living together are still empty.

Like a meeting, sit upright and upright, and wait quietly.

"They are waiting for An Xia to be weak."

Finally, a voice without temperature came coldly, and Mu Chenyuan, who was hidden in the shadows, opened his eyes, his eyes dark and bottomless, "They are waiting, we are waiting too."

"That……"

The brigade’s voice was so cold that when Cheng Ming asked, his throat became congested and a little hoarse, "When will I have to wait?"

"Wait until someone goes to the little black room."

"How do we know someone will go?" Cheng Ming suppressed his voice, and in a low and soft tone, the cold scabbard that belonged to the fighter came out, suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brigade, you last night..."

He turned off the lamp and rushed to the window. Standing where Mu Chenyuan stood last night, he pulled a small slit out of the curtain, looked forward through the small slit, and Cheng Ming had a smile in his eyes.

At the end of the line of sight, you can see the abandoned building where Miss Ann is closed.

Putting down the curtains, in the dark and invisible room, he heard a soft smile, "No wonder you are not worried, you stared at it a long time ago, Brigade, did you stare late last night? Change tonight, I'll keep an eye on it. "

"Yeah." Mu Chenyuan sank, "Turn on the light."

"Okay!" Cheng Ming tiptoedly walked to the desk and turned on the lamp, illuminated by the light. Cheng Ming's eyebrows and smiles were profound, and he no longer saw the anxiety just now.

Don't worry, now he is relieved.

The brigade didn't care about it, it was secretly taken care of.

Just take care of it, just take care of it, Miss Ann has a brigade to cover her, and there will be nothing wrong with it.