Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"let's start."

Unable to bear seeing Jingzhi's irrational appearance, Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes and transferred his immortal power to Tiandao.

"Are you really sure? With this little bit of immortal power, your clone will probably disappear after you lose it. You will also be marked by the mirror and will never be able to enter the Shuoyuan Mirror again."

Lin Feng did not answer, but looked down at Jingzhi.

She seemed to sense something and looked up at the gray sky.

Even though he knew she couldn't see him, Lin Feng still gave her a faint smile.

Then increase the output of immortal power.

In just a few seconds, Lin Feng completely disappeared in the sky.

The ultimate coward - the taxi driver, was so frightened that he dared not move.

That killer god, when she said she wanted to kill people, she really did kill them.

There were not rivers of blood outside, but there were corpses all over the ground.

He didn't dare to raise the lowered car window, for fear that the glass would suddenly creak and he would be completely screwed if Jing clawed at him.

At this moment, Jingzhi seemed to have lost something. She put down the dying fat man and Kong San, hugged Cheng Ying tightly who was on her lap, and looked around.

"Aying? You came to see me?"

"Or is it Ah Jiu? Ah Zheng?"

“…Erdi?”

"Who is it?"

A gentle breeze blew away the bloody smell in the air.

There was also a faint sound of anger, which reached Jingzhi's ears.

"You little heartless guy, you've been here for so long, have you really forgotten me completely?"

Jingzhi froze for a moment, the malice in his eyes dissipated a little, and he regained a bit of clarity, but also the grievance that had been buried for a long time.

"Afeng? You bastard, where are you?"

No one responded.

Jingzhi stood up holding Cheng Ying, ignoring the only three survivors outside the factory, and flew straight to the highest point here - the roof of the factory.

"Afeng, someone bullied you, I'm here to avenge you!"

"A Feng?!"

"Wuwu...don't ignore me..."

"Aying rejects me...and you ignore me..."

Her whispered complaints and sobs floated in the gray air. The fat man raised his head and looked at the roof.

He never imagined that Jingzhi, who always gave them cigarettes with a smile, could be so crazy.

Just because his brother Eagle was accidentally killed for a ridiculous reason.

Should I say she is pitiful or terrifying?

The fat man covered his neck with his hands, feeling very complicated.

Staring at her eyes, as if suddenly catching some strange movement, the fat man blinked and looked to her upper right, and found that the sky seemed to be missing a piece.

Like a formatter.

From that small piece, it began to slowly collapse downwards.

The bodies of Jingzhi and Cheng Ying on the roof flickered, emitting a milky white light.

The fat man began to forget why he was lying there.

Who is that woman?

Brother Eagle, who is the Brother Eagle in my mind?

No, who is he?

The corpses nearby disappeared one by one, and the smell of blood seemed to have been cleared away...

……

After a burst of tinnitus, the fat man who was trapped in the darkness suddenly opened his eyes, holding a white shirt in his hands.

Oh, by the way, a woman just gave this to him.

The way that woman looked at him was really strange.

He himself was also puzzled. From the very beginning, his neck felt as if he had just been hanged, and it was painful all over the place.

The fat man pulled the flesh on the front of his neck, tilted his head, moved his crackling neck, and looked at his neck for a long time through the glass next to him.

No traces, nothing unusual.

The pain seemed to slowly disappear. The fat man scratched his head, puzzled. Could it be that he was pinched by a ghost?

The fat man couldn't help but get goosebumps all over the floor. He tightened the clothes in his hands and finally knocked on the door of the office in front of him.

The moment he saw Cheng Ying, he felt a little sad for some reason.

That feeling was fleeting.

Just two seconds later, he vaguely recalled his thoughts, but found that he could not remember why his nose was sore.

The fat man's tearful and cowardly look made Cheng Ying frown and he raised his hand to knock on his forehead.

The fat man was hit on the forehead, and not only did he not wake up, he looked even more dazed.

He covered his head in grievance, "Brother Ying, I... I have a headache."

Cheng Ying was speechless: "..."

He didn't use much effort, so why did he get a headache?

Cheng Ying rolled his eyes at the fat man, holding the door and about to close it, when the fat man came to his senses, put his foot against the door, and handed the clothes to Cheng Ying:

"Brother Ying, your laundry has arrived. How about changing into it now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man covered his mouth.

Today was really weird. Why did every scene feel so familiar to him?

It seemed like this had happened before.

Cheng Ying was staring at the clothes in his hands in a daze. Jingzhi, who was hiding in the shadows and staring at Cheng Ying's profile, finally couldn't help it this time.

She pushed the fat man away and rushed straight into Cheng Ying's arms, hugging his waist tightly.

"Aying... I... I will never say your clothes are ugly again... Wuwuwu..."

clothing?

what clothes?

Are his clothes ugly?

Who is this woman?

Cheng Ying was full of doubts and thought that the fat man had brought people to deal with him.

He clicked his tongue, raised his hand, and pretended to slap the fat man.

The fat man pinched the collar with two fingers, put the clothes on Cheng Ying's raised hand with a wry smile, and retreated while laughing.

If you don't run away, Brother Eagle will really beat you up.

The fat man ran away, but what about this woman?

Cheng Ying raised his hands and subconsciously turned to look at Yi Ling who was still in a daze outside on the dance floor.

He hadn't looked for two seconds when a trembling hand suddenly covered his eyes tightly.

"I shouldn't have kept silent and written everything in my diary. How would you have understood my feelings for you?"

"Cheng Ying, I like you, please don't look at her, okay? I'll be jealous."

Cheng Ying shuddered all over and pushed the clothes and her into his arms.

He opened his mouth, then figured she might not be able to read lips, so he started signing.

Halfway through the fight, Jingzhi made a gesture to him with tears in her eyes.

"Aying, are you trying to compete with me on this? I've learned it. I understand it this time. I won't lie to you again."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, I will always-"

After Jingzhi made the two-fingered gesture, Cheng Ying's pupils shrank, and he suddenly staggered two steps, holding onto the chair, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Jingzhi was afraid that he might have another accident, so he took out the magic cube and stuffed it into his hand, "Take it with you, you must take this thing with you, I beg you!"

Cheng Ying gritted his teeth, covered his forehead with one hand, and pinched the Rubik's Cube with the other hand. He looked at the sad-looking woman in front of him and suddenly felt tinnitus.

The many extra images in his mind seemed to be about to burst his brain, causing him unspeakable pain.

The splashing grape juice, the flying black ring, the diary filled with sad words, and her wet body...all of them filled his mind.

Cheng Ying's center of gravity shifted sideways, and just as he slightly bent two fingers towards her, he fell to the side and backwards.

"Little Eagle! Don't scare me!"

Jingzhi took a step forward, put her arm around his shoulders, and put her other hand through his legs to pick him up.

The fat man peeked in from outside, intending to tease Cheng Ying about his popularity with the opposite sex. However, when he saw Cheng Ying fainted, his heart skipped a beat and he hurried in. "What happened to him? What did you do to him?!"

Just as he was about to go up and pull Jingzhi away, she gave him a lifeless look that made him freeze in his tracks.

The fat man seemed to have seen something terrifying. In an instant, cold sweat broke out on his back. If he had not had some friendship with Cheng Ying, he would have run away long ago.

"he……"

Jingzhi interrupted him coldly, "I would never hurt him. Where is the bed?"

"Don't send him to the hospital?" The fat man's throat was a little tight. After all, he was still worried about Cheng Ying.

Jingzhi took a deep breath, calmed down his desire to kill the man, and silently said in his heart that the fat man was a good man and his brother.

After a long pause, she calmed down her tone:

"I am the doctor. Find a place to put him down and I will check him out."

"...Oh, there's a room in there for Brother Eagle to rest temporarily!" The fat man pointed to a door on the right.

The door was not closed tightly, Jingyi pushed it open with her foot, groped in the dark, and put Cheng Ying on the bed.

The fat man turned on the light and stood at the door, watching Jingzhi taking Cheng Ying's pulse seriously.

The fat man didn't dare to take a step further.

There was no way, he just had a strong premonition.

If you get close to her, you might die.

While taking the pulse, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

The fat man didn't dare to look at her directly, so he could only stare at Cheng Ying on the bed, but he found that Cheng Ying's lips were moving, as if he was muttering something silently.

Jingzhi was busy for more than a minute. The fat man couldn't help coughing and said, "Ahem, um...what's wrong with him?"

"He's not sick." Jingzhi didn't turn her head, but just glanced at him coldly, "Go out and close the door."

The fat man obediently closed the door and went out. After leaving the office, he also closed the office door.

The noisy music outside continued. The fat man touched the back of his neck, unable to understand why he listened to her so much.

Wu Chengying's phone kept ringing. Jingzhi only took a look and found that it was Lin Wei who opened it, so she ignored him.

She didn't know why she suddenly returned to this time, but Lin Wei was also responsible for Cheng Ying's change.

More than ten minutes ago, Lin Wei, Yiling and Zhong Ao hid in the factory. The fact that they were not killed by her did not mean that she would let Lin Wei go.

Why did the relationship between three people have to involve an innocent person like him?

Jingzhi picked up his cell phone, muted the ringtone, and threw it on the bedside.

Seeing that he was still frowning, Jingzhi's eyes showed heartache. She was afraid that he would have a headache, but she didn't dare to press his eyebrows directly. She could only stretch out her hands, gently place them on both ends of Cheng Ying's temples, and gently press him.

She had indeed not lied just now, and Cheng Ying was indeed not sick.

Based on his last look before he fainted and the gesture that was still unfinished, Jingzhi made a bold guess.

He probably remembered his previous memories.

As for how much she remembered, she didn't know.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he should have remembered the scene before his death, otherwise he would not have made that gesture to her.

This little mute only realized to confess to her when he was dying, and he only confessed half of his feelings, just like just now.

Does he want to make her heartbroken to death?

He said he would let her find another good husband, but suddenly he made that gesture...

Alas, she began to not understand him again.

……

I don't know how long they rubbed, but Jingzhi was exhausted after all the crazy work. Cheng Ying then gently flapped his eyelashes and opened his eyes.

"Aying, how do you feel?"

Mainly, do you remember her?

Jingzhi was a little nervous.

Cheng Ying looked at her blankly, and suddenly raised his hand to touch his forehead.

Jing Zhixin was gripped and she grabbed his hand and pulled it down.

She trembled her lips and gently kissed his forehead where he had been shot before, "Don't be afraid, I won't let you feel any pain again."

"Take the barrier cube I gave you and you will be fine for the rest of your life."

At this moment, Cheng Ying pushed her shoulders away again and lowered his head to unbutton his collar.

"You...this is inappropriate..."