Don't Play With the Goddess of War
75: An Xia, You Win

Cheng Ming's voice moved from far to near, and the mental qualities of the two standing at the door of the little black room were so powerful that they did not move at all.

One waiting to answer.

One waiting in.

The scene collided, unclear.

Mu Chenyuan's thin lips tightened for a moment helplessly, and in the end, she compromised first.

He came in a low voice, "As long as you don't have any problems, we won't hurt you."

Not only will it not hurt you, but it will also find a way to ask.

but……

Mu Chenyuan split the rays of light and fell on the four corpses that carried on, but his cold demeanor was beyond their imagination.

But there was no way to accuse him of being wrong.

It was these people who took the initiative to provoke him, so how could he be said to be wrong.

“On the other hand, I have a problem. You immediately mow the grass and its roots, right.” An Xia was not satisfied with the answer, but it was not much to be able to pry a bit of information from his gulp. into his airtight mouth. .

A very real answer.

There was an old saying from Xia Guo, and also a saying that his mother kept in her ear: Carefully wade the boat for ten thousand years.

With the thousand-year civilization in the Xia Country, no matter how times changed, he was still very careful.

Goody.

There can be no self-defense, and there is no harm.

Mu Chenyuan stared for a while, nodding slightly, indicating that An Xia was right.

“OK, then I know.” An Xia looked at him deeply, turned around, returned to the small black room, before closing the door, threw away the key, and said calmly, “Thank you.”

After receiving the key, the corner lock piece is squeezed in the palm of the hand, and then the key is locked back.

The fingerprints were locked and cleaned, the footprints on the ground were removed one by one, the snow rippled under his feet, and the sound drifted into Wu Wenyue's ears.

Without getting close, he continued to hug Cheng Ming, with his entire body tightly, until the abandoned building was again silent.

The shadows of the trees whirled, the branches stretched their teeth and claws like ghosts, a cold wind blew, and another night passed.

Early the next morning, Wu Wenyue stepped on the thick snow and stood at the iron gate of the little black house.

The door opened, and the blood was so heavy that it made nausea.

The teacher's assistant's face slightly changed, and he shouted, "An Xia!"

He thought An Xia had an accident.

There are always so many troubled young people who commit suicide in small dark rooms every year.

Wu Wenyue raised his hand and pretended to wave his bloody face, and covering the smile that appeared in his eyes, he was cold, perverted, and cruel.

A scum of society, death is not unfortunate.

“I'll release it?” A unique cold voice came lazily from the corner, the smile in Wu Wenyue's eyes instantly hardened, and he suddenly raised his eyes.

He saw An Xia stepping out of the darkness and entering the diagonally shining snow into the house from the door.

Why are you still alive?

Wu Wenyue was so shocked that he stared at An Xia for a long time.

He was still alive, how did the smell of blood from that little black house come from?

Could it be that the four people who were put in last night had an accident?

Is that their blood?

For a moment, Wu Wenyue almost rushed into the small black room, and quickly held back her impulse.

At least wait for An Xia to leave before she can go in and take a look.

The teaching assistant heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a stern face: "I'll see you make trouble next time. You will be locked up for at least five days! Enter the special education center and learn how to be a man, otherwise you will suffer."

He turned to the side and asked Wu Wenyue, "Teacher Wu, let him out now?"

Wu Wenyue did not reply, but stared intently at An Xia, trying to see something from his face.

He could not see anything, and he stood in front of him cleanly.

The palm-sized face was white and beautiful, and his narrowed eyes were cold and calm like an ancient well.

Realizing that I was staring at him, my eyes slightly lifted up indifferently, and the calmness of his eyes was swept away by the cold, and there was already a smile that made him tremble.

It seems he knows what he's doing.