The light in the iron prison suddenly dimmed, and a piece of paper that had been thrown away casually, like a leaf blown off by the wind, fell from the small window the size of a palm, obscuring the only light in the iron prison. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The discarded paper seemed to be held by an invisible silk thread, floating and falling on Chu Yanchun's hand.

Chu Yanchun's slender fingers moved, stroking the fingers that were covered with dust and couldn't see the color, and sighed in a low voice: "It's been a long time, my ...... Partner. ”

Paper is his companion, his brother, and the only thing he can control and is willing to let him control.

Chu Yanchun turned around, tore off a piece of waste paper in his hand, and wrapped his hands into a thin paper stick.

He blew on the paper stick, which was as hard as a steel needle.

Chu Yanchun manipulated the steel needle to easily open the heavy handcuffs, glanced at the shackles on his feet, and blew on the waste paper.

Waste paper fell from his hand and landed on the shackles, the corners of which drilled through the keyholes of the shackles.

Chu Yanchun pinched the waste paper and twisted it slightly, and with a click, the shackles fell off his feet.

He smiled silently and stroked the fingers of the scrap paper, as gently as he caressed his beloved lover.

The waste paper floated up again, flew to the electronic lock edge on the iron prison and turned around for a long time, but could not find a keyhole that could be inserted.

Chu Yanchun frowned, and with a thought, the unfolded waste paper suddenly became like a thin piece of iron.

The iron-like piece of paper spun at high speed, but it was silent, and the precise electronic lock was cut in an instant.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The sharp and piercing siren suddenly sounded in the prison, Chu Yanchun laughed, and slowly walked out of this small iron prison that had trapped him for several years with his hands behind his back.

Patting the iron prison with his hand, Chu Yanchun smiled slightly: "Goodbye to my little house, oh, no, it's never again." ”

Hurried and orderly footsteps and shrill whistles came and went as the soldiers guarding the prison split up.

Chu Yanchun didn't care about the soldiers' scheduling, and his nostalgic gaze slowly swept over every corner of the prison.

is like an old man who has hidden his steps, and has to say goodbye to the old house where he has lived all his life, that kind of reluctance in his bones.

The pieces of paper spun at high speed over his head, cutting the air to pieces, and a cool breeze blew in the small cell.

Chu Yanchun snapped his fingers, and the pieces of paper suddenly split into dozens or hundreds of small pieces of paper. The small pieces of paper also rotated at high speed, like a flock of fluttering butterflies, swarming out of the aisle.

The muffled snorting in the aisle rang out one after another, and the gunshots crackled like fried soybeans.

Some people were shouting, some were screaming, and more often there was the dull sound of bodies falling to the floor.

After a while, everything was quiet.

Chu Yanchun walked leisurely all the way, as if he was walking in his own back garden.

By the time he reached the aisle, it was filled with heavily armed soldiers.

The group of paper butterflies flying in the air were dyed red by blood, and blood droplets kept slipping.

The soldiers on the ground were not dead, but each of them had their wrists and ankles cut by paper butterflies and were incapacitated, and one by one they lay on the ground and watched the men strolling out with wide eyes.

A middle-aged officer-like man on the ground looked at Chu Yanqiu and said in a deep voice: "Chu Yanchun, you have to leave, we can't stop you." Have you thought about the consequences of escaping, though?"

Chu Yanchun stopped, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "The consequences?" ”

After speaking, he suddenly restrained his smile again, and his eyes were as cold as snow that would not melt for thousands of years: "However, I have important things to do." ”

The middle-aged officer still wanted to speak, but Chu Yanchun was not interested in paying attention to him.

Walking on the blood of a place, but it is like walking on the beach by the sea, leaving only strings of blood-stained footprints on the floor.

……

Liu Xi woke up from the bed, and the inexplicable uneasiness made her no longer want to sleep.

She hadn't felt a palpitation in a long time, like the feeling of chills all over her prey being targeted by a hunter hiding in the dark.

Liu Xi got up from the bed, didn't turn on the light, and thought carefully about what happened during this time in the dark.

She had to figure out what caused this palpitation, and who touched the alarm bell in her heart?

Chu Yanqiu?

No.

Although he had a good chance of discovering her identity as a monk, since he had not made any representations at school, at least he said that he had no hostility towards her for the time being.

How many witches are in the Land Rover?

Neither is it.

She already knew about the existence of the other party, and she was mentally wary of that car of witches, so she shouldn't still have a feeling of heart palpitations.

The alarm bell that can touch the bottom of her heart means that the other party knows her, but she doesn't know the other party.

And that person has a strong hostility towards her, and has the ability to threaten her life, the alarm bell in her heart will go off.

Who is it?

Liu Xi was puzzled, and her heart was inexplicably confused.

She has a gut feeling that the other party will soon appear in front of her in a way that catches her off guard.

"It's time to step up. Liu Xi muttered to herself.

However, here's the problem: if you want to improve your strength, you can only rely on cultivation, and in this world of the end of the law, a monk's cultivation can only be advanced by absorbing the spiritual energy in the spirit stone.

Lingshi = jade, jade = a lot of money.

Liu Xi took the pants resting at the foot of the bed, took out a handful of crumpled banknotes from his trouser pocket, and counted the more than thirty yuan that was only pitiful.

Not to mention jade, this amount of money can't buy a few catties of corn.

Liu Xi looked at the mess of change in front of him with a sad face, and couldn't help but feel that people were poor and short-sighted.

Looking for money to buy jade from my mother?

Forget it, that's not realistic.

This cheap mother doesn't have much money, and her temper doesn't seem to be very good.

Liu Xi dared to pack the ticket, if she dared to speak, Li Mingfang would definitely look for brooms all over the house to beat her.

Looking for Li Mingyong to borrow money?

It's not impossible, Liu Xi can see that her cheap brother-in-law has a lot of money.

However, what she wants is not a small amount, it can be called a bottomless pit, and no matter how much money Li Mingyong has, it is not enough for her to burn.

Besides, how is she going to explain that she needs so much money?

Li Mingyong is not a foolish person, he asked him for twelve pieces of jade to save his life last time, and he was already full of doubts about himself.

If you ask him to borrow money again, will Li Mingyong be willing?

Even if you want to, how much can you lend yourself?

It's just a drop in the bucket, so why cause so much trouble?

Thinking upset, Liu Xi covered her head with the quilt and thought bitterly: If it doesn't work, let's buy two lottery tickets tomorrow.

"Xixi, have you slept?"

There was a soft knock on the door, and Li Mingyong's low voice came from outside the door.