Girl, there's something wrong with you

A few hours later.

"Oh, that's a good move!"

"Yuan Zhi, your shot in the head is so exquisite and ingenious."

"Win! Win, win, win. Wanrou, please stop struggling. This situation is 100% hopeless."

"Why don't Yunzhi give her a horse and forget it. How about giving her a horse? You can still win even if you give up. This is called a gentleman's style."

"Hey! What's going on? How did you get there just now? You won't be overturned, will you! Be serious!"

"Oh, you were killed by her car! Yuan Zhi, right? You can lose this too???"

"Heh." Miss Wang held her chin with one hand and looked at him lazily and said, "Didn't you say it's 100% hopeless?"

"I really didn't understand the situation just now." Cheng Jinyang sighed, "It was 100% winnable, but...hey, I didn't expect that this chess game was actually 120% winnable. , there is still a 20% chance of losing. I won’t talk about it anymore, the iron pulley in the north is going to stop, I’m going to make up the algorithm.”

He walked toward the north street. Xing Yunzhi thought for a moment and surrendered.

"Your fiancé is quite interesting." Miss Wang played with a chess piece in her hand and said leisurely, "There is a lot of nonsense. He is completely different from those children of aristocratic families who adhere to boring etiquette."

"If your definition of 'interesting' is whether you can truly and thoroughly see through him." Xing Yunzhi said lightly, "then he is indeed an interesting person."

"It's very boring to deal with smart people, because they must make decisions based on interests. Then you can perfectly predict the other person's thinking mode by changing the perspective. Most children from aristocratic families are like this, including you, Xing Family Qingfeng." Wang Wanrou chuckled and said.

"It turns out that I am a boring person in your eyes." Xing Yunzhi responded calmly.

"Most people are boring in my eyes." Wang Wanrou's expression was meaningful, "But he is different."

"He looks dull, but he is smart; he looks simple, but he is cunning; he looks aloof, but he hides his ambitions well. He obviously has no affection for you, but he acts like his fiancé in front of me. My identity protects you, no matter how much I ridicule you, you will never get angry."

"To put it bluntly, he is a man who adapts to the wind and is good at leveraging others' strengths. As long as they are of value to him, he can tolerate them infinitely no matter how bad their attitude is, but he will not give them all their trust... Such a slippery character is quite... Reminds me of Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty."

"Ha." Xing Yunzhi shook her head disapprovingly, "Then you really think highly of him."

"Maybe." Wang Wanrou said nonchalantly, "I said it, but I haven't completely seen him through. He is like Liu Bang now, and maybe he will become Liu Bei in the future."

"What's the difference between being ruthless and unjust and valuing love and righteousness?" Xing Yunzhi thought thoughtfully.

"Yes." Wang Wanrou was noncommittal, "However, for a mature politician, friendship does not matter whether it is true or false, because he will be able to seamlessly switch between the two according to his own interests."

"I actually don't want him to become a politician." Xing Yunzhi suddenly said, "But if he really becomes Liu Bang in the future, what role will you play? Xiao He, Zhang Liang, or Han Xin?"

As one of the three top generals under Liu Bang, Han Xin suffered a disaster and eventually died at the hands of a woman; Zhang Liang saw Liu Bang's intentions clearly and decisively fled away; only Xiao He served the monarch carefully and finally died.

What Xing Yunzhi meant was nothing more than asking about Wang Wanrou's position.

Miss Wang shook her head lightly and said:

"No. No matter what he becomes in the future, I will not change because of his opinions and requirements. I will always be myself."

"I hope so." Xing Yunzhi said.

The two of them cleaned up the chessboard and lost interest in continuing to play chess, so they planned to go to a nearby convenience store to see what they could find to relieve their boredom.

Then he saw Cheng Jinyang running back quickly.

"It's not good!" he said anxiously, "The puppets in the north are gathering more and more, and it feels like it can't be pushed by the iron pulley alone!"

Everyone hurriedly rushed to the north intersection and saw the puppet's body almost covered with flesh and blood, and the rich blood almost turned into an insoluble mist. Just by being in it, the blood concentration seems to be soaring rapidly, as if he is about to explode and die.

However, what is even more terrifying is the street ahead, which is already blocked by dense crowds of puppets. At a rough count, it feels like there are more than a thousand. When the iron pulley was smashed in, it was like a pebble being thrown into a lake, causing ripples and quickly recovering at the same time.

Why, how come there are so many? !

Even Miss Wang, who had always been calm and composed, was frightened by the terrifying numbers on the other side. So Cheng Jinyang once again controlled the nearby cars, and Xing Yuanzhi made another mass increase. Several super-mass shells were fired at them, creating several spacious passages in the sea of ​​people.

Then I saw that the several passages were being filled by puppets pressing up from behind at an alarming speed visible to the naked eye.

Three people:…………

After absorbing all the escaping blood energy around him, Cheng Jinyang took the two girls to the neighborhoods in the other three directions. As expected, the number of puppets also increased to varying degrees.

After absorbing the blood energy, Wang Wanrou suggested:

"Now it seems that the longer you stay in one place, the number of puppets will increase until it reaches an order of magnitude that we cannot handle."

"Next, I suggest that on the one hand, we keep moving, and on the other hand, we also increase the exploration of the Songjiang ruins. Maybe we can find something interesting... just like the safe house in Wujiang Town."

Cheng Jinyang pondered for a moment, then immediately accepted her opinion: "That's the only way."

The encounter just now proves that staying in one place for a long time will either make it easier to be discovered or attract more and more puppets. Therefore, it is a very natural conclusion to choose to fight and run at the same time.

There's nothing to criticize about Miss Wang's suggestion, but it's a safe house... Cheng Jinyang doesn't care whether there is a safe house or not. After all, demons like puppets, whose blood harvesting efficiency is several times that of monsters, are really attractive. force.

Speaking of safe houses, I can't help but think of Su Lili.

Why did she disappear? Where did she go? Is she really just a residual illusion in my heart? As I gradually accept the reality, is she gradually unable to maintain her own existence?

Thinking like this, Cheng Jinyang suddenly felt that the long-lost depression in his body was rising again, as if it was crawling up his throat like stomach acid, making him feel the urge to vomit and cry.

"Jinyang!" Xing Yunzhi quickly helped him from the side with quick eyes and quick hands.

Wang Wanrou was also shocked, only to realize that his face was frighteningly white, and tears were pouring out of his lifeless eyes, as if he had completely lost the ability to think normally.

"Su Lili..." He murmured, suddenly raising his head and looking at the towering iron tower in the distance.

In the spherical sky restaurant on the upper level of the iron tower, a figure wearing a linen robe was walking out of the elevator with his companions. At his waist was a long sword made entirely of obsidian with pitted surfaces.

Suddenly she turned her head as if aware of it and looked at the steel forest in the distance outside the glass window. A red-hot stream of light flashed on the surface of the obsidian sword.

"What's wrong, Xiao Qi?" The companion beside her stopped and asked.

"Ah Si." She said in a low voice, her voice inaudible, "Did you have anyone you had any feelings for during your lifetime?"

"I don't remember." Her companion was silent for a while before replying, "We had nostalgia in a certain past life. What does it mean to us now?"

"No point?" she asked herself, then shook her head.