Don't Play With the Goddess of War
71: The Intent of Near Killing
At night, the cold wind roared, shouting like an unwilling battle spirit on the ancient battlefield, trembling and silent.
Cheng Ming closed the open window during the day, and then opened the orange curtain.Hello from the small table lamp clearly reflected the anxiety on Cheng Ming's face.
In three days, An Xia had been sent to a small black space for three days, and no one knew whether it was life or death.
Cheng Ming was already in a hurry to surround the room, "What should I do? Brigade, what can I do, even we can't get close. That bastard obviously wanted to shut Miss Ann down."
"I knew it would be closed for a long time. I should really give Miss Ann some more meat patties! Brigade, if you think of a way, if you don't do anything, Miss Ann is afraid something will happen. ."
Who would have thought that a small black room that was closed for just one night was closed for three days.
The other three girls did not even enter the little black house!
Mu Chenyuan closed his eyes and rested half-leaning on the single bed. Compared to Cheng Ming's anxiety, he looked extremely cold, as if Cheng Ming was talking about a small thing that had nothing to do with him.
"Brigade!"
Cheng Ming stood by the bedside, his gaze falling on his face, his voice stretching and straining, "You said something, didn't you just see him like this? Doesn't matter?"
Still did not let Mu Chenyuan open his eyes, and even kept his breathing short and long.
Cheng Ming could not help becoming more anxious, and he simply leaned forward to see what his brigade was thinking.Once his eyes were fixed on Mu Chenyuan's face, Cheng Ming took a breath.
There were no more Cheng Ming voices in the room, and it was so silent that there seemed to be no breath.
Mu Chenyuan, who was leaning on his side with one head, was hidden in a full-bodied shadow, and his thin lips, which were usually slightly pressed down, were firmly suppressed at the moment, sharp and cold.
He is not without worries.
Cheng Ming slowly pulled his protruding waist, stood upright, turned around, and sat on the opposite single bed.
He and the brigade shared a room with a lot of space, and the two people living together were still empty.
"They were waiting for An Xia to become weak."
Finally, a voice without temperature came coldly, and Mu Chenyuan, who was hidden in the shadows, opened her eyes, her eyes dark and bottomless, "They waited, we waited too."
"That's……"
The brigade's voice was so cold that when Cheng Ming asked, his throat became tight and a little hoarse, "When should I wait?"
"Wait until someone goes to that little black room."
“How do we know someone will go?” Cheng Ming suppressed his voice, and with a low and gentle tone, the fighter's cold glove came out, suddenly, he seemed to be thinking of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up. .
"Brigade, you were last night ..."
He turned off the lights, rushed to the window, stood where Mu Chenyuan stood last night, pulled a small crack from the curtain, looked forward through the crack, and Cheng Ming smiled in his eyes.
At the end of the line of sight, you can see the abandoned building where Miss Ann was closed.
Putting down the curtains, in the dark and invisible room, he smiled gently, "No wonder you're not worried, you're staring early, Brigade, are you staring late at night? Change tonight, I'll watch it."
"Yes." Yeah." Mu Chenyuan sank, "Light on the lights."
“OK!” The tiptoed Cheng Ming walked up to the table and turned on the lights, illuminated by the light, Cheng Ming smiled deeply, and no longer saw the anxiety earlier.
Don't worry, now he's relieved.
The brigade didn't care about it, it was secretly taken care of.
Just take care, Miss Ann has a brigade to guard, and there's nothing wrong with that.