Nightmare Attack

"Thank you." Su Xiaoxiao closed her eyes. It seemed that there was nothing more to say to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng could not bear to blame the siblings any more. Everyone had their own choices. In Su Xiaoxiao's choice, her younger brother Su An was above everything else.

After leaving, Jiang Cheng continued to go back to his room to rest. The matters of the welfare home outside were left to the person in charge here to worry about. But this time, Jiang Cheng, who was lying on the bed, tossed and turned, but he was no longer sleepy.

Jiang Cheng was not worried about the remnants of the Night Watch in the real world. What he was really worried about was that he had injured the two top weird old presidents Wu and Shui Laoye with only one shot in the Paradise Building.

That withered figure had become the deepest nightmare in his heart. As long as he closed his eyes, the old president seemed to stand in front of him and crush all his friends and all his hopes.

This was an unspeakable despair, and the most terrifying thing was that this despair was likely to become a reality.

The old president's terrifying power is obvious to all. Although he was injured by Xia Tan and Gong Zhe, the two pillars of the Xia family, the old president still has a crushing advantage in strength, which can be seen from the way people around him address the old president.

Now a new resistance army has taken shape around him. The main combat forces are the goddess Dahe, the water master, and Wen Zhao, who inherited the mantle of the delusion of the Marquis. The strength of the four top weird people is beyond doubt, but Jiang Cheng clearly remembers that whenever these people mention the old president, they subconsciously replace it with "that thing", and such a description is deeply feared.

Gong Zhe, No. 1, and dozens of high-level disciples who were eroded to the limit joined forces, but only injured the old president. Whenever Jiang Cheng thought of the folding knife left on the old president's shoulder, he felt very uncomfortable. He had a general impression of Xia Meng, but the Xia family was indeed worthy of the word "loyalty and bravery".

"Thinking about something?"

A voice suddenly came from his ear. The voice was very soft, but the distance was very close. Jiang Cheng was caught off guard and almost jumped up. But when he sat up suddenly from the bed, he found that Wu was sitting there in the darkness behind him, looking at him with a pair of deep red eyes.

"No." Jiang Cheng denied this topic and picked up a bottle of mineral water to moisten his throat before going to sleep.

"So you are thinking about someone?" Wu's voice was still calm, "Wu Yingying?"

Jiang Cheng almost spit out a mouthful of water. He knew that Wu was not good at chatting, but he didn't expect that Wu, who was weird, would gossip. However, after looking into Wu's eyes, Jiang Cheng understood that Wu must have felt the entanglement in his heart, so he ran out to chat with him.

But according to Wu's character, he would definitely not say it clearly, so there was such an abrupt and clumsy opening.

It's always good to have someone to talk to. Jiang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, teasing Wu with a smile, "Why, do you want me to find one for you?" Wu's sharp eyebrows slowly frowned, and after a moment he suddenly said, "This word is also well used." Jiang Cheng: "???" Wu acted too much like a normal person today, which made Jiang Cheng feel very abnormal. He paused and carefully tested: "Without a woman in mind, you will be a god when you draw your sword. The first page of the sword manual is to kill your sweetheart first. You must remember these four sentences, which are the general outline of your Jueqing Sword Manual. You wanted to teach me that year, but I didn't learn it." Wu nodded slowly, and then twisted blood words appeared on the wall behind him. These blood words squirmed and pieced together, and reassembled into a poem, and this time it was Jiang Cheng's turn to be confused. "With a woman in mind, you will be a god when you draw your sword. The last page of the sword manual is to marry your sweetheart." What does this mean? Jiang Cheng looked at the new poem on the wall, and then looked at Wu. Wu had an expression that should be like this. Slowly, Jiang Cheng understood that Wu meant that he had practiced the Jueqing Sword Manual before, and this new sword manual was specially prepared for himself.

Seeing Wu's increasingly serious expression, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little scared. He didn't know what Wu was planning. Did he sell himself to Wu Yingying again for some benefits?

After all, this was not the first time he did this.

Jiang Cheng looked around nervously, and was relieved when he didn't see Wu Yingying and the bell. "Good brother, you are actually a little handsome. You should focus on..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng saw Wu shook his head.

Jiang Cheng paused, half comforting and half jokingly said: "You don't have to be so modest."

The next second, Wu slowly stretched out his finger diagonally upwards. Jiang Cheng looked in the direction he was looking. The poem on the wall had disappeared, replaced by four words that were several times larger than before -

"I'm more handsome than you."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he felt like ten thousand grass mud horses trampled over his head. If this was a development game, Jiang Cheng would now plan to cancel his account and start over.

Before Jiang Cheng could come to his senses, he heard a knock on the door, and the knock was full of resentment, "Doctor, what are you doing up late at night?"

When he opened the door and saw Wu was there, the fat man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his face quickly turned better, "Brother Wu is here too, great, I thought the doctor..."

At this point, the fat man stopped talking, and his eyes were staring at the wall behind Wu. Jiang Cheng suddenly had a bad premonition, and as he turned around, sure enough, the new poem appeared on the wall again.

As one of the victims of Wu's brainwashing poems, Fatty stared at the new poem on the wall for a long time. "This... This is what the doctor asked you to write?" Fatty looked at Wu. Then, in Jiang Cheng's incredulous eyes, Wu nodded.

Jiang Cheng was anxious, "Don't talk nonsense. You clearly wrote this yourself. What does it have to do with me?"

This time, there was no need to say anything. The fat man interrupted Jiang Cheng with a wink, his face full of joy, "Oh, I have discovered your little secret, you can pull it off, doctor, please stop acting." There are no outsiders, and do you think Brother Wu is such a boring person?”

Wu shook his shoulders after hearing this, then sat up straight with a serious face.

"Are you playing me?" Jiang Cheng felt that the world was really in decline, and even the weirdness was out to deceive people.

The fat man took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the wall. As he took pictures, he muttered: "I have to keep these information. I will show them to Miss Wu later. She will be happy to see them."

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but when Fatty took the photo, the bloody words on the wall were much more stable, and they were neatly arranged together, very clearly.

Seeing Jiang Cheng's plan to seize the phone and destroy the evidence, the fat man hurriedly protected the phone and said loudly: "Doctor, don't lose face. Don't worry, Miss Wu will not dislike you. Although she is weird, you are not either. People.”