The Trial Game of Life

At this time, the twenty-four hour time limit from Crimson will pass five hours.

In the new Dao stronghold, on the third floor where only core members can come up, I looked at a cigarette and stood at the door of the room facing the staircase, looking at the room at the end of the corridor.

The rest of the people were close to him. His gaze always went to that room intentionally or unintentionally, and then exchanged a line of sight with his companions, but he did not dare to speak loudly.

Because there is a deep red in that room.

When Crimson arrived at Wudao, she didn’t ask them how they were doing, nor gave them any terrible orders. They only asked them to prepare a room, and at this moment, she was still taking a bath in the room and asking for it. A basket of fresh petals. For this basket of petals, Wudao's members took the risk and ran to three supermarkets to buy it.

The innocent can't figure out what she is going to do, but there is no doubt that Jiang He must have a leg with Crimson because he is also in the room.

"Is that dealt with?" Lianlian lowered her voice and turned to ask her companion.

"Processed." The companion also whispered.

Can't help but sigh of relief, the two continued to gather together for a while, and turned back into the next room. There was Miao Qi inside, and Wen Xiaoming next door.

Without Pepe, their interrogation was not going smoothly, and the spider vine in Miao Qi's body also passed the growth time limit and gradually began to wither.

Miao Qi didn't compromise at first, but now he doesn't compromise. Unexpectedly, Wen Xiaoming, looking at a weak chicken, or a white chicken, did not expect it to be a hard bone.

This is not to say how hard he is, but no matter what attack hits him, the effect seems to be only half of the original, and this person has a very thick blood, and he hasn't taken a potion of medicine for a long time, and he hasn't died.

He will not die, but he will cry, making you think you are bullying a teenager. He will cry when he hurts. He will cry if you don’t hit him. He **** his nose, his mouth deflated, his tears flow out like money, and his cheeks are red, and Miao Qi who is crying next door feels annoyed.

"You have the ability to beat my boss, what is the real ability to beat me-hiccups!" Wen Xiaoming cried to hiccups. The bleached pink hair has faded, but the ear studs on the ears are still shiny, weak and annoying. Whatever you think, they are not related to the word "master".

"Is this really Jin Cheng's teammate?" The people who beat him began to scoff.

"It is said that he is older than Jin Cheng and is the oldest on their team." Another said.

"what?"

"it is true."

Wen Xiaoming listened, it was really sad. Tong Yan is not his fault. Blame everyone for growing old.

Lianliankan walked in and asked with black face: "Gut me his mouth!"

The people in the house hurried to do so, but when the blockage was over and they felt wrong, they turned around and asked, "How can we ask questions when this blockage is blocked?"

"Ask a fart!" After watching the whole story again, she closed her mouth alertly and lowered her voice: "Crimson is here, even if we ask something, we will marry her. Wait for the news from Pepe." Come on and say, you just have to take a good look at this person. This person has many ideas and is also a master of props. Be careful not to tell his way."

Wen Yan, who fell to the ground, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If the interrogation continues, he won't be able to hold it. It seems that Wudao and Crimson are really not the same heart.

This is easy to handle.

At the same time, Zheng Yingying, who was arranged to go downstairs to the third floor, stood by the window, coldly watching the two people crawling out of the next window, carrying a cannabis bag on his shoulder.

If she was right, there were living corpses in the sack. The innocent man took the trouble to grab him and brought him here from the origin, why did he want to transfer?

Because crimson? They don't want Crimson to discover?

Zheng Yingying watched the two men carrying the living corpse flashing into the next building, suddenly alert, and quickly squatted down. At that moment, the two people went back and forth, glanced over here, didn't see anything strange, and then went back again.

Waiting for a few seconds, Zheng Yingying looked upstairs again, as if she could see the men and women on the third floor through the ceiling. In the only left eye, black suppressed all the rushing emotions, obscure.

About ten minutes later, walking on the second floor, Meng Yufei, who was hesitating to escape, was held back with a dagger.

"Huanhuan." The familiar husky whispered slightly, as if knocking on Meng Yufei's Heavenly Spirit Cover and pouring him a lot of air-conditioning.

Meng Yufei didn't need to think about who he was, but with a slight movement, the dagger stabbed into his waist and advanced a little. The power of the familiar curse spread, and Meng Yufei shivered and dared not move.

Zheng Yingying blocked his dagger with his cloak, pretending to talk to him, and led him into the empty room on the side of the corridor.

The door closed, and Meng Yufei only saw Zheng Yingying's face and secretly regretted her intention. He never imagined that Zheng Yingying had a cloak of omnipresent, so he could easily dress up.

But Zheng Yingying and Qian Wei went to find Jin Cheng, how could they appear here!

"What's the relationship between those two people upstairs?" Zheng Yingying asked.

"Isn't it..." Meng Yufei's eyes turned, "Isn't it the old lover relationship? I was also surprised at first, but I didn't expect Jianghe to hide so well."

Zheng Yingying didn't answer, but Meng Yufei could clearly feel her whole body's breath was colder, as if it had just come out of the morgue. Meng Yufei couldn't help but think happily: With this man's temper, maybe after a while, Jiang He will really become a member of the morgue.

Although Meng Yufei strictly speaking has no hatred against Jianghe, he also doesn't like this kind of smart person who plays with his brain, which makes others silly.

Thinking about this, Meng Yufei told Zheng Yingying all the things she had just encountered on the road, and even added oil and vinegar, and finally said: "I think Jiangcheng Bacheng is going back to Crimson."

Zheng Yingying's eyes flashed in cold light, "Shut up."

Meng Yufei closed his mouth, but he was still proud, but who knew that within a few seconds, Zheng Yingying suddenly stabbed him into the lower abdomen, and then put his head on his chin.

The end is a surprise.

Obviously, the chin was attacked, but Meng Yufei also felt that his eyes were black, plus the swallowing ability of the cursed blade, he fell down before he could make a sound.

Zheng Yingying stretched out his hands to support him, and gently lowered the person without making a loud noise.

Meng Yufei gave her a last look before she fell into a coma. She couldn't understand it, Zheng Yingying would suddenly shoot him.

Of course Zheng Yingying wouldn't explain it. She re-applied and hid Meng Yufei under the bed. Then she turned the Vientiane cloak into Meng Yufei's appearance and went straight upstairs.

In the crimson room, she came out of the bathroom with bare feet in a black silk robe, her hair was not dry, and she dripped dripping water. The posture is relaxed, but the shackles on the wrists and ankles are still not removed.

"Excuse me?" She threw the towel to the river standing by the window.

Jiang He was silent for a moment, and finally walked over and wiped her hair.

Crimson sat on the bed, and the river stood on the side of the bed. The two were very close together. As soon as the river lowered its head, it could see the drops of water falling on the collar of the crimson. His movements were not fast, and there was a hint of skill in his calmness, which was not the first time.

At such a short distance, Jiang He's fingers inevitably sometimes touch the crimson back neck. His fingers were cold, but his crimson skin was hot, and two very different temperatures collided together, bringing a strange touch.

When no one speaks, the sound of breath dominates this small space, making the atmosphere in the room sticky.

Crimson relaxed all over, looked up at the river, his posture slightly lazy. She raised her hand and seemed to want to touch Jiang He's face, but Jiang He evaded her head.

He stepped back slightly and said, "Please be respectful."

The crimson hand paused and his eyes turned cold, "I have given you a chance, Jianghe."

This time Jiang He simply put down the towel and said, "The past things are all over. I just ask you to close up and stop fighting for the movement."

"But have you ever thought, if I can't get the movement, those of Lin Yandong and Jin Cheng, will you let me go? In this Yongye City, will anyone let me go?"

Jiang He was silent.

"Why do you think I will come out? Even if I'm locked in the deepest dungeon, there are people who want to count me and treat me as a chess piece. If you say Guan, just pass, let go, let me borrow my knife to kill, use me My life's way out, does anyone really want to give me a way out?" Crimson was full of sarcasm, raised his finger to the door, "Even the little outsiders are afraid to calculate me in my heart, you think I can't see it Really? Jianghe, not only you are smart."

Jiang He looked directly at her eyes, his expression still calm, "Isn't this what you made yourself? You don't take the lives of others, of course, others don't take your lives."

Hearing the words, crimson chuckled and lowered his head. The sarcasm, the indignation seemed to disappear at this moment, she grabbed the river's clothes, as if there was only one question left in her heart, she asked: "Are you the same?"

Jiang He asked her, "Should I believe you? Crimson."

Crimson looked up again, looking into his eyes.

Jiang He: "You said that others counted you and regarded you as a pawn, but how can I tell that you are showing me now, do you also want to use me?"

Crimson stunned, and then smiled, "You are still angry with that knife, right? At first I was just too angry, you said you want to part ways with me, but I do not want to. You understand my temper, I can not get things I would rather destroy it, so I stabbed you. But actually, even if I lost my mind at that time, you were just going to jail, I didn’t really want to kill you. Jianghe, you are different from me to others ..."

It's just going to jail.

Jiang He looked at the pair of red lips repainted because of the hot steam in the bathroom. Hearing what she said in the mouth, she was clearly explaining to him, but her heart was getting colder.

With a trace of confusion.

Parting with Crimson is the last strong medicine that Crimson gave Crimson. He is not strong enough to stop Crimson from killing people, but in his heart, Crimson will become like this. The evil night city is partly responsible, and the particularity of the Necromancer is also partly responsible. It is the fuel of all factors. Let her embark on a path of no return.

Jiang He wanted to keep her, even if everyone shouted to Crimson, but in the heart of Jiang He at that time, he had never thought of betraying him. The so-called parting is only his bargaining chip.

He wants to bet on himself, on his position in Crimson Heart, and on whether she will converge.

Eventually he lost the bet, when Crimson stabbed, Jiang He saw a clear killing intention in her eyes. At least at that moment, Jiang He believed that Crimson really wanted to kill him.

Even so, in the Dawei squad that followed, Jiang He still hid her life box for her.

Now I want to come, what is he doing for so many years?

Seeing that Jianghe didn't reply, Crimson stretched out his hand again and grabbed Jianghe's shoulder, looked at her up close, breathed with him, and smiled Yan Yan, "If you really can't forget that knife, then I let you stab How about my knife? In this way, we are even."

Jianghe held her hand and guided her.

Suddenly, his hand rested on her neck and tightened slowly.

Crimson was still laughing, not struggling, "You look at me with terrible eyes, do you know why I used to keep you by your side? You look like an ordinary one in the crowd, except for being smarter What is so special. Do you know why?"

Jiang He's voice was low and mute: "Why?"

Crimson: "Because of your eyes. Sometimes you will suddenly show terrible eyes, just like now, very sudden, terrible, palpitation, but a little action..."

Regardless of her fragile neck still in the other's hands, she couldn't help raising her hands to touch the corners of his eyes, a fascination in her eyes.

The atmosphere is ambiguous and dangerous.

Like a venomous snake wrapped in roses, spitting the letter.

Jiang He's hands tightened and tightened, and the two seemed to sink deeper and deeper in each other's eyes. But at this moment, the crimson look changed slightly, a cold flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, waved his hand, and a strong wind hit the door.

"Who's there?!"

In the sound of drinking, a man was hit by the door panel and hit the wall opposite the corridor heavily, covering his heart, his face pale. Crimson let go of the river and walked to the door in a few steps, his face sinking like water.

She hardly gave the man any time to argue, opened her five fingers, and tightened it slightly, and the man was vigorously sucked into her palm.

A slightly longer fingernail pierced his neck, and blood soon poured out, and he twitched, his eyes turning white. Crimson cast him away with disgust, and after a while, he turned into a living corpse in full view.

Hearing the movement came to see this scene again and again, his face pale. He immediately wanted to rush up to theory, but was slammed by his teammates, "See who it is, don't be impulsive!"

Lianlian watched his teeth clenched and clenched his fists, anger raging into the sky, at this moment Crimson suddenly swept over, as if a cold knife rest on his neck, so he instantly sober.

Seeing the teammates, he hurried forward, "Master Crimson, is this... any misunderstanding?"

Crimson frowning, she seemed to feel that someone over there was staring at her with terrifying eyes, but the moments of watching were gone. Is it her illusion?

As for Lianliankan, it's just a dog biting.

"Throw him out." Crimson lightly announced the ending of the living corpse. The innocent people dare to speak out, and can only **** them away while the living corpse is not mad yet.

And just at the staircase ten meters away, Zheng Yingying was hiding behind the wall, with cold sweat on his forehead and back.

The one she saw just now was the one she saw, and the man outside the door was also a substitute for the dead ghost she pushed out in a hurry. With just a glance, she didn't face Crimson, she realized the horror of Crimson. But the more so, the tighter Zheng Yingying's fists clenched, biting her lip, and the thick black in her eyes violently churned.

Crimson came out in a nightgown and followed the river, what does that mean?

Jianghe has chosen her, she does not allow such a thing.

Her things are not allowed to be touched by others.

No.

It shouldn't be.

It's her, and death is her.

Zheng Yingying suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing neat white teeth-Crimson must die.