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There was a trace of strangeness across Jing Xing's face, and there was no need to hide the panic: "Impossible."

Yan Deng seemed to explain impatiently: "After all these years, you still can't understand the meaning of transcendence."

"That's right, Onegin's ability comes from the mentor, but it's just weakened. Think about Faith's ability, why can't it be resurrected." Jing Xing raised his left foot calmly, wanting to retreat into the unfinished building. In the shadow, "What about you, you were not created by him."

Yan Deng sneered: "So I can compete with him."

Jing Xing's footsteps were astringent: "Could it be that you..."

Before Jing Xing finished speaking, he heard a "bang" gunshot, and the lighting column disappeared suddenly.Without hesitation, Jing Xing fired five consecutive shots at the position where Yan Deng was standing.

Bullets poured, and the turf flew.

Jing Xing leaned close to the concrete wall, looked out sideways and saw that the night was thick, and Yan Deng could not be seen anywhere.There was dead silence in the courtyard of the unfinished building, and the fragments of spotlight bulbs were blown to the roof of the Lincoln car by the wind, making a crackling sound.

In the east building of the unfinished building, Yan Deng took every step carefully. The ground and steps were covered with gravel and fine sand, which made a rustling sound when they rubbed against the soles of his shoes.

Fortunately, it was windy outside.

The draft whizzed past, and there was a paradoxical howling sound from the dark unfinished building, which made people shudder.

Yan Deng raised his hand to support the wall and walked up, but his fingertips never touched the wall.The expected ambush did not appear for a long time, and Yan Deng walked up to the fourth floor unhindered while being vigilant.

She climbed the last step and stood at the end of the corridor.

Because the planning is a commercial office building, in order to sell more houses, the builders try their best not to waste the floor space of the houses.There are eight empty door frames on both sides of the dark, straight corridor, like a huge black centipede lying in front of you.

This unfinished building is composed of four buildings, east, west, north, south, like four centipedes connected end to end. The south building where Jing Xing is located needs to go through the corridor of the east building and turn right.There are as many ambushes as there are doors on the road.

Yan Deng went straight into the first room.

The balcony was unsealed, with a big black mouth open in a boxy shape.Yan Deng came to the outermost side, stepped on the outer edge of the balcony and walked to the next door.The frame beam under his feet was less than [-] centimeters wide, and half of Yan Deng's body was hanging outside. The night wind passed by, blowing the hem of the blue skirt and swaying, and would fall into the courtyard with a slight sway.

Yan Deng walked steadily, his fingertips slid across the rough and wrinkled concrete wall, and then there was a dull falling sound.She walked in the dark night, accompanied by desperate gunshots, the howling wind passed through the hall with the oppressive feeling brought by death, and the unfinished building was filled with cries about to be destroyed by the storm.

Thick cumulonimbus black clouds, long-necked strange birds hovered in the air and made a sinister cry of "crow, croak", cheering and watching the killing.

Yan Deng passed through the eight rooms and stood by the balcony of the corner room. He could see Yan Ji's legs limply hanging out of the balcony. No matter who pushed her inside, she would fall off.

Yan Deng didn't go forward immediately, but "cleared up" the surrounding rooms first, and then walked cautiously to the door.Probe slightly against the wall, the room is square and there is no partition, the scene inside is clear at a glance.The two corpses in Yan Ji and Lincoln's car were piled up by the wall, with a pool of blood under them.

Yan Deng checked the adjacent room to see if there was no one there. I don’t know if Jing Xing had already pulled out of the unfinished building or was lying in ambush elsewhere. Yan Deng didn’t have time to confront him. With such a large amount of bleeding, even if the bullet didn’t hurt the vitals, Yan Ji couldn’t help it. They can also die from excessive blood loss.

Yan Deng went straight into the room without hesitation, and quickly approached Yan Ji.

"Don't move." Jing Xing's voice came from behind, low, steady, and murderous, "Don't look back."

Jing Xing stood in the room across the corridor, his tussah silk shirt was stained with cement dust.Nearly fifty years old, his skills are still swift and agile, climbing up and down from the balcony is like walking on flat ground.

Yan Deng stopped and looked straight ahead: "You didn't shoot directly, it seems that you want something more than my life."

Jing Xing's hand holding the gun was as firm as a rock, and his taste was respectful: "This subordinate never wanted to hurt you, but just wanted to hear the lady finish her sentence."

Yan Deng returned: "Nina accused me of raising the test standard, otherwise she would have passed."

Jing Xing was stunned, and said clearly: "Except for you, Miss, there have never been other qualified candidates in Cornwall. Onegin released this mad dog. It was a foolish move. When did you get murderous? But you I was surprised that Nina would be killed. After all, you got whipped a lot for her."

Yan Deng said indifferently, "Death is not scary."

Jing Xing said: "This is true for you, but not for others. This is the first time Nina has the opportunity to come out of the cage in so many years. She may want to take a good look at the world."

"Such accusations are meaningless to me." Yan Deng sneered, "What are you waiting for? Waiting for the rhododendrons in Slattrug to take effect?"

Jing Xing glanced at his arm with the sleeves rolled up, and smiled respectfully: "You are too sharp and smart. Although you have gained a certain resistance after training, my subordinates are still very worried about your counterattack before dying."

Yan Deng asked: "Are you really injected? It doesn't look like you."

Jing Xing smiled and said, "It's just a half tube. My subordinates saw Miss Yan trying to inject in the family garden." At that time, the needle tube had already been inserted into Yan Ji's skin. Jing Xing checked afterwards and found that the scale on the thruster had decreased.

Yan Deng raised the corner of his mouth: "It's still not cautious enough."

Just as Jing Xing was about to refute, he suddenly realized that Yan Deng's tone was wrong. This slight change made his whole body tense instantly, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the gun bulged.

The wind stopped, it was the calm before the storm.

In the dead silence, Yan Deng said in a soft voice, "Did you know that my blood doesn't mix with the rhododendrons of Slattrug."

Without waiting for Jing Xing to open his mouth, Yan Deng continued: "Supernatural powers beyond ordinary people can even surpass the supreme power and money in this world. It's a pity that your bioelectric index is very low, and the test of stress-atavism mutagenesis It’s too scary, so the Rhododendron in Slaterug is the best choice and the only chance. It should belong to a pure person, just like a mentor’s own flesh and blood can change the physique of others.”

Yan Deng's sudden words gave Jing Xing a premonition that something was wrong, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.Jing Xing approached quickly, and the cold muzzle of the silver □□92 directly pressed against the back of Yan Deng's head: "Your blood is also okay?"

Yan Deng: "Of course not, they will only fight inside your body."

Jing Xing's cheeks tensed in an instant, full of murderous aura.

Yan Deng smiled and asked, "Would you wait for me to kill them first?"

"No, I will kill you all." Jing Xing respectfully refused, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Yan Deng moved his index finger slightly and drew a very short horizontal stroke on his arm.

"Clap."

There was no gunshot, and the gun fell to the ground instead.Jing Xing's muscles trembled slightly uncontrollably, but he didn't feel the pain of the electric shock, he just stared at his loosened palm in disbelief, and then he yelled like crazy: "Uh! Get out! Get out !!!”

Jing Xing's eyes were red, his whole body was in convulsions, and his five fingers clasped the Tianling Cap tightly, trying to open his head and dig out what's inside.The next moment, Jing Xing slammed his head against the wall without hesitation, with a "bump", blood overflowed from his forehead, and he passed out immediately.

Yan Deng raised his eyebrows.

A girl's complaint came from the opposite north building: "The butler is really ruthless."

Yan Deng turned his head to look at the sixth floor opposite: "You've been exposed."

The figure on the balcony on the sixth floor flickered, and Faith hid in the dark in time: "Then you come here. If you can't see me, how can you kill me?"

Yan Deng replied indifferently: "No time."

There was giggling and coquettish laughter from the north building, and the voice of the little girl Faith came through the courtyard: "Then you won't have a chance to see me again."

Yan Deng didn't answer in silence, she turned and left the room without looking at Yan Ji on the ground.Faith's ability is destined to be the most difficult opponent to defend against. She will be your old neighbor for more than ten years, your high school classmate you haven't seen for many years, the white moonlight you love so much, and even your parents... Feisi will live in them bodies, observing, cannibalizing, displacing, and manipulating them.

Let you die in sweetness, or perish in despair.

She must be killed.

Yan Deng galloped around the unfinished building, approaching the source of Faith's voice at the fastest speed.

The care Yan Deng showed for Yan Ji before seemed to have succeeded in misleading Faith that she would definitely choose to save people first, so she seized the opportunity to taunt without hesitation: "Do you regret it? Back then you were desperate to let us go." Come out, we should have been destroyed with Cornwall, those people died because of you..."

Yan Deng quickly walked through the centipede-like corridor to the opposite north building. The moment she stepped on the stairs, she keenly realized that something was wrong. Before Faith said this, she paused briefly.

Yan Deng restrained his panting and slowed down his pace.

"...Of course, they deserve to die. They are the slaves of the mentor and our ants."

Yan Deng instantly recognized that Faith was indeed still there, but had just moved from the original sixth floor to the fifth floor.Once Yan Deng climbed from the fourth floor to the sixth floor, the time difference was enough for Faith who was on the fifth floor to escape.

Yan Deng stepped lightly and walked up the stairs on the fifth floor.

Faith is still gushing, venting her feelings over the years: "Do you think we are cruel? What is the difference between you and us? You think you are a beast in the crowd, and you think you are a human in the herd. Too self-righteous, forever Out of place..."

Yan Deng's face was extremely ugly.

In front of her, on the ground in front of the concrete pillar, there was a rainbow cat cartoon recorder, and the voice of the little girl Faith was constantly coming out of it, mocking her endlessly: "Save us, but now they are going to kill us. Look how happy Onigin is in the cage, you clothe him in human clothes, and he acquires human desires..."

Faith didn't even use a body puppet, she just used the radio to play with Yan Deng.

At this time, in the room on the fourth floor of the south building opposite, among the two corpses under Yan Ji, the mid-mature Faith in Lincoln's car suddenly opened her eyes, pushed Yan Ji away and stood up.

Yan Deng, who was tricked to the north building, walked quickly to the balcony, and saw that there seemed to be a black shadow beside Jing Xing, who was lying on the ground on the fourth floor opposite, and before she could raise her hand, the black shadow quickly retracted into the room.

Yan Deng sneered: "After a long time of trouble, you also plan to merge with your mentor."

The middle-aged Faith held the silver metal pipe in her hand, brushing her hair.She saw in Jing Xing's body that he had indeed only injected half of the injection, and when she heard Yan Deng's voice, her emerald eyes narrowed slightly: "Playing with you makes me happy. Neither you nor Jing Xing thought of that." I will show up with my real body. He even thought you killed the driver."

Yan Deng's cheeks were slightly flushed, making his skin paler.Her physical strength is not enough to support such a large amount of exercise, and the tingling of her fingertips and dizziness in her temples also indicate that she is on the verge of her limit.

Faith knew it all too well.

The silver metal tube had already been unscrewed, but she hesitated a bit, choose to merge with the mentor, or take Yan Deng's body?Thinking of hearing the words in Jing Xing's body, Faith trembled with excitement.

'I am not made by him. '

' So I can compete with him. '

Live in her, possess her, become one with her.

How wonderful.

Faith twisted her soft body enchantingly, like a female cat in heat, her green eyes were moist with water mist, her panting breath was entangled with the stuffy air: "Leng, thinking of you, I can climax."

Yan Deng remained expressionless: "Pervert."

Faith's red lips trembled slightly, and she smiled charmingly.

Tonight may be the only chance.Feisi looked at Yan Ji who was lying motionless in a pool of blood: "Your little lover is dying."

Faith bent down to pick up the silver □□92. The heavy weight brought confidence of absolute strength. She was both excited and angry when she observed in Jing Xing's body the moment he really pulled the trigger on Yan Deng.

Yan Deng was still standing by the opposite balcony.

She lowered her jaw slightly, and her short black feather-like hair ran across her thin and pale cheeks, revealing the delicate moles at the end of her eyes. Raindrops drifted away, and a slight coolness came from the brow bone: "Inside the gun..."

Yan Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

The drizzle was drifting away, the night wind was pattering, Yan Deng's voice was ethereal and clear, and it was like icicles piercing the bone in Faith's ears.

"……and also……"

Yan Ji supported the driver's back, climbed up from his corpse, and hit Faith who was bending over to pick up the gun, knocking her to the ground directly, and bent her knees against her lower back to hold her firmly.

"... bullets?"

Faith was startled but not flustered, and immediately reached out to touch the Sig Sauer 238 strapped to her leg.Yan Ji raised his elbow and hit her hard on the head, Faith's face hit the ground heavily, staring at her instantly.

Yan Deng turned around and quickly left the balcony. She had to get to the opposite side as soon as possible. Whether it was letting Yan Ji kill someone or Faith counter-killing her, it was not the result she wanted to see.

As soon as Yan Deng left, the room immediately returned to desertion. Just above this room, on the ground on the sixth floor, lay an unconscious little girl, beautiful like a doll, breathing gently, and might wake up at any time.

When Yan Deng arrived at the South Tower, Yan Ji was wrestling with Feisi.Feisi kicked her legs, waved her arms and arched her buttocks, struggling desperately. Although Yan Ji pressed against her back and had the upper hand, she couldn't spare her hands to tie her up.

Yan Ji caught a glimpse of Yan Deng coming in, and quickly shouted: "I have a kite string in my pocket! The right pocket."

Yan Deng said: "You can't look into her eyes."

Saying that, Yan Deng walked to the driver.The driver was shot in the waist, and the □□92 was so powerful that it directly blasted a small hole at such a short distance, and a lot of flesh and blood splashed on Yan Ji's body.

Yan Deng tore off the driver's tie, first blindfolded Faith, and then took out the kite string from Yan Ji's pocket.The thin and solid kite string was deeply embedded in Faith's skin, making her unable to move.

Yan Ji heaved a sigh of relief, turned over and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.Ever since she felt the mood swings in Lincoln's car downstairs in the Century Garden, she realized that something was wrong with the corpse. At that time, she asked to lie in the trunk. Apart from testing Jing Xing, she wanted to avoid the time bomb.

Faith on the ground had given up struggling and quietly curled up: "You don't want to kill someone in front of your little lover?"

Yan Ji raised his eyes to look at Yan Deng, and met Yan Deng's gaze.

Yan Deng's pupils were as thick as ink, and the light was as cold as ice, Yan Ji couldn't see through.The encounters by chance, the closeness at first sight, the experience of sharing life and death, and the unspoken ambiguity all fade away with the constant suspicion and confrontation.

The little bit of love that sprouted from the bottom of Yan Ji's heart carefully, the branches and leaves are covered with fine velvet, and the vitality is tenacious like wild grass in early spring, but it can't withstand the soaking of flesh and blood.

Yan Ji lowered his eyes to avoid Yan Deng's sight.

Yan Deng's eyes were tender for an instant, but his tone was indifferent as usual: "Aren't you leaving?"

Yan Ji frowned and looked at Yan Deng.

Faith giggled coquettishly at the side: "It's so vicious, are you afraid that I will tell you? Your little lover probably doesn't know yet, her..."

Faith's words stopped abruptly.

Her muscles trembled violently, her limbs convulsed and twitched like an electric shock, and she couldn't break free from the tightly tied kite strings. She was like a shrimp on a hot pan.

Yan Ji was very surprised, she only saw Yan Deng raised his hand and drew a horizontal line on the wall, as if the two things had nothing to do with each other.

Faith's teeth chattered, and she sighed frantically: "So you have reached your limit! What a pity, what a pity..."

Yan Deng had no expression on his face, and scratched his fingers vertically on the wall.

"Wait a minute." Yan Ji stopped him.

Faith, whose eyes were blindfolded, was panting on the ground, her blond hair was disheveled, and her face was covered with dust. She raised her pouty lips when she heard the sound: "Oh, this is killing people..."

Yan Deng drew a very short horizontal stroke on the wall without hesitation.

Yan Ji saw Faith go into convulsions again, and if this continues, she will suffer from epilepsy and convulse to death.She pulled out the Sig Sauer 238 on her lap in a hurry, and stopped Yan Deng loudly: "Let her finish talking."

Yan Deng remained expressionless: "Do you dare to shoot?"

After Yan Ji pulled out the gun, he kept facing the ground, not intending to threaten her at all: "I just want you to calm down. Can you let me hear what she has to say?"

Although her eyes were blindfolded, Faith still realized what happened, and immediately said with a charming smile, "She's afraid, how can she let her little lover know that she killed your mother."

Yan Ji's head buzzed: "...what did you say?"

Faith: "She killed your mother, stabbing her heart bit by bit with a dagger, on your sofa."

Yan Ji stood up abruptly, her face full of shock and disbelief, she stared at Yan Deng, wanting to deny it.

Yan Deng avoided her gaze: "Your mother was parasitized by her."

Yan Ji felt like being shocked by an electric shock, and was stunned for a moment.

Faith imitated Zhao Yunhe's tone and said with a smile: "Square dance, Cha Cha, you know?"

Anger instantly ignited Yan Ji, she strangled Faith's neck, and the muzzle of the gun slammed into Faith's temple.

Faith didn't realize it, and smiled and said: "Zhao Yunhe, she lost her son in her early years, got divorced in her middle age, and adopted a stuttering child who worked hard to grow up. At the age of nearly 60, the family finally had a good life, but the family was ruined."

Yan Ji trembled all over, and tried to speak a few times, but there was no sound in her throat, only rapid panting, she didn't know whether to blame Yan Deng or hate Faith.

"I really can't understand the feelings of human beings. They obviously don't have any blood relationship, and they obviously hate it, but they just signed a house transfer contract, but that old woman is crazy. I almost couldn't control her."

Faith's understatement made Yan Ji uncontrollably let go of her hand, she wanted to hear everything about her mother again.However, Faith's next words made her fall into hell.

"Hate? Are you angry?" Faith giggled and whispered in a sexy and charming voice, "Do you know when I controlled Zhao Yunhe? Do you think that man named Lao Zhou just lost his job?"

"Zhao Yunhe ordered pork rib soup. That old woman didn't seem to know how to cook, and she burned her hands several times. She went to the hospital to look for you, but unfortunately she didn't meet you. Then she came home and opened the door. Well, your stepfather called What? Oh, yes, Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou was hanged on the electric fan, using his work card, the rope is really strong..."

The gun in Yan Ji's hand dropped.

Feisi raised some eyebrows: "Are you crying? You should be grateful to me. That old woman wanted to die at the time, and I saved her. You are a very troublesome guy, and he is arguing every day to kill you, you evil spirit. You can see As soon as you kneel, the old woman starts to cry, it's just a splash of water, it's not a bullet, the feeling of colic is really bad..."

A gust of wind suddenly blew up outside the building, and it rained instantly, with water droplets weeping.

Yan Deng's eyelashes drooped, his expression was silent: "There's so much nonsense."

Faith's face changed suddenly, and she suddenly realized that something was wrong with Yan Deng's indifference. At this moment, there was a gunshot in the rainstorm, and it was in the opposite building.

Faith's face was extremely ugly: "You!"

Yan Deng glanced at his watch: "It seems that three transfers in a short period of time is your limit. Are you tired after talking so much?"

Faith was furious: "A lion that kills its companions for sheep, your victory is never justice, it's just that you are stronger than me."

Yan Deng picked it up and said, "Three acupuncture points of the cunning rabbit, Zhao Yunhe is dead, and the one opposite is also dead, if I... Boom."

When Faith heard the sound of the insurance being opened, she panicked and shouted: "Wait, what do you want? Offer your conditions! I know a lot of things! A little bit of my chips will make your heart flutter."

Yan Deng asked: "The code for the foundation room."

Faith immediately replied: "Heaven, turn left."

Yan Deng shot at the ground, and the cement splashed on Faith's face, shouting loudly: "Damn! Zhao Yunhe is not dead yet! If I die, she will die!"

Yan Ji grabbed Faith's shoulder and pulled it up: "What are you talking about!"

Fei Si said quickly: "Jing Xing didn't kill Zhao Yunhe, and the dagger didn't stab into the atrium. She was drugged into a coma, you can save her life by going back now."

Yan Deng stood in front of Yan Ji.

Yan Ji clenched his hands tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and his voice was choked and firm: "I know. But I must go."

Looking at her tear-stained face, Yan Deng frowned: "No."

Faith yelled at the side: "Even if she is a sojourner, so what? Her body is alive, her soul exists, she can see your paintings, and hear you call mom. She loves you so much, and her hatred floods the Sahara desert." I don't want you to get in a little water!"

"Enough!" Yan Ji said angrily, "Except for my mother, you and we should all be damned! I don't want to hear anything from you guys, Yan Deng, do you want to let me go or not!"

Yan Deng's gaze passed through Yan Ji's shoulder and looked out. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and it rained violently. The world seemed to have been destroyed.

Yan Deng pursed the corners of his lips: "The code for the foundation room."

Yan Ji kicked Faith on the head: "Say."

Faith coughed in pain: "Toheaven, turn right."

Yan Ji knocked off Yan Deng's shoulder and ran away.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Faith laughed softly: "A tie again? Looking forward to the next round, it shouldn't be long. The one who will always be by your side is me, just me."

Yan Deng flicked his finger on the wall briefly: "Let's go."

Faith tilted her head.

Yan Deng stepped forward, untied the tie tied around Faith's eyes, brushed his fingers, and closed the emerald-like beautiful and lifeless eyes.

"It's not a tie, you don't have to wake up this time."

At this moment, Feisi drifted to Room 12, Building 206, Zhengguang New Village, and found that the air was filled with gas, and Zhao Yunhe's body had died of poisoning in a coma.

What she saw in Jing Xing's eyes was Zhao Yunhe who fell into a coma, and Yan Deng who walked into the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

Jing Xing, who had just been awakened by the gunshot, stood up, took out his mobile phone from his suit jacket still in the corner, and dialed a number he hadn't contacted for a long time.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Yan Deng sat on the balcony with her knees hugged, the raindrops came in and wet the toes of her shoes.Jing Xing handed him the connected mobile phone, and sat down leaning against the balcony wall.

On the screen of the mobile phone was a thin and small European youth. The moment he saw Yan Deng, his eight-character eyebrows were raised, his eyes were rounded, and his mouth was tightly closed, showing a dumbfounding smile.

Yan Deng greeted him: "Water."

Walter scratched his straw-like yellow hair, the camera began to shake, and finally focused on the wide lawn, which was neatly covered with white cloth, and the spacing was measured with a scale to the same standard, but the corpses under the white cloth were different, some Like a human figure, some are not.

The camera starts shaking again.

Yan Deng said: "Thanks for your hard work, Walter, you don't need to lift them all up for me to see. Let's go to the foundation room."

Accompanied by Walter's footsteps, everything that Yan Deng is familiar with in the shaking camera is displayed in a flash.The picture on the phone screen finally stopped in front of a huge alloy door.

Walter's finger points to the combination disk.

Yan Deng sighed softly and said, "Try it, Toheaven, turn left."

Walter didn't hesitate at all. As the password was entered, the alloy door slowly opened, revealing countless culture vessels of different sizes filled with various liquids and weird embryos, just like a science fiction scene in a movie.

The lens was fixed on the console, and Walter began to operate the instrument. After a while, his forehead began to sweat, and he looked very hot.As the rapid alarm sounded, the camera turned to Walter.

Walter straightened his clothes by the hem of his clothes, stood upright, and lowered his head: "Hi, I'm Walter, and I'm waiting in hell for you to take me to heaven."

Yan Deng raised the corners of his mouth: "Hello, Walter, I'm glad to recognize..."

The screen of the mobile phone shook violently, the rumbling sound was deafening, and then the screen froze, staying on the screen of the thin young man looking up carefully.Yan Deng lost his voice, and the unfinished words were choked in his throat: "Nice to meet you, Walter."

Jing Xing opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Yan Deng handed the phone back to him.

Jing Xing took the mobile phone hardware apart and broke it, straightened his sleeves and put on the unicorn cuff buttons: "I have a question I've always wanted to ask you."

"hope?"

"Not the horse, my name."

"You are so annoying." Yan Deng hugged his knees and looked out at the torrential rain.

Jing Xing laughed. He is a very handsome old man, and his smile is full of pampering and pampering: "I checked it a long time ago. See you Jing Xing, the auspicious wind is here, the yellow dragon is coming, the phoenix nest is lined with trees, and Linzhi is in the countryside."

Jing Xing seems to have returned to the day when he crossed the China-Myanmar border with Yan Deng, and unfortunately got involved in a gun battle among drug dealers. The guide died and he was injured. The two could only flee to the depths of the endless jungle.

He woke up from a coma, the wound had been cleaned and bandaged, Yan Deng took a knife and carved a letter on the big tree next to him, the same two words - Yan Ji.

Jing Xing drank water and said, "Give me a name, a Chinese name." In fact, his fake ID card had a name on it.

Yan Deng sat on the side in silence.

When Jing Xing was a little embarrassed waiting, she looked up at the sky and said softly: "Jing, Jing Xing."

The past flashed by, and Jing Xing raised his head against the concrete wall, covering his eyes with his hands.Aman, who lives in the sewers of London, now has an identity, a future, and sunshine.A name you already have, a name that belongs to you.

"sorry."

Yan Deng twitched the corners of his lips: "I barely forgive you."

Jing Xing laughed dumbfounded, and wiped away tears with his thumb: "Thank you for your kindness and generosity, but I have to tell you that when I hit the wall, I was controlled by Faith."

Yan Deng replied: "I know."

The torrential rain washed the world, Jing Xing fell into sleepiness, and his voice gradually became lower: "Don't be sad, death is not terrible."

Yan Deng embraced his knees: "I know, I don't hate you, and I have never hated this world. I'm just worried all the time, worried that He will catch Yan Ji and other children."

She whispered, fingertips across the ground, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, vertical, horizontal.

The lightning flashed away, and thunder rumbled from the unreachable sky. Yan Deng raised his hand and pressed down on his collarbone.The checks and balances of the four corners are not completely false. The deaths of Onegin, Faith and Walter gathered all the consciousness planted by the mentor on Yan Deng.

The feeling of tearing the soul makes the word pain seem insignificant.Yan Deng heard a lot of voices, the cries of the undead who died under her hands, the roar of some ancient beast, the murmurs of demons from hell...

And that little dragon.

"Deng Deng, I like you so much!"