"......" maybe. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info has nothing to do with him in the cold season now, and he has already begun to frame her for his own purposes. Not to mention that Leng Ji can't know exactly what he's going to do now, according to his character, if he really goes with him to save Yi in Leng Ji, it is estimated that no one will be rescued by anyone, and Leng Ji will be sold by him first.

Leng Ji sneered, which was a response to his words, his eyes slanted at Wang Chuan's gentle and confident appearance, obviously with such an elegant skin, and the words on his lips sounded inexplicable.

As if he could guess Leng Ji's reaction, Wang Chuan was not annoyed when he listened to Leng Ji's sarcastic sneer, but just maintained his signature smile, his fingers touched the rough cover of the book, tilted his head, and looked at her as if waiting for her to answer more.

The hand pressing on the pillow trembled, and the thick pillow gave her an inexplicable sense of security, and Leng Ji obviously understood what he meant from his smile, but Leng Ji really didn't want to continue this meaningless topic with him.

After thinking about it, Leng Ji lay down again, covered her head with the quilt, and naturally put her hand on the side of the pillow, turning over to look at the other side, to show that she didn't want to have more conversations with Wang Chuan.

"By the way, you did a really nice job this time," opened the book with plague written on it, Wang Chuan said while looking at it, and after speaking, he laughed lightly twice. "K told me that the boss had given her a bonus. ”

Listening to his words, Leng Ji only felt that the wound on his neck was aching, gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but think of the disgusting face of the zombie in his mind, the muscles on his face were swollen, and the blue skin was like the bark of a tree, ready to fall off piece by piece.

Damn it......

As soon as I thought of the scene just now, a terrifying chill went up from my spine and hit my heart. As if he was scared, he could feel his rapid snort touch his face when he closed his eyes, rancid saliva continued to flow down his mouth, and the fingers on the pillow trembled with the changes in the image in his mind.

After taking two breaths, Leng Ji felt that he couldn't sleep at all even if he lay down, his hands and feet began to get cold, Leng Ji seemed to be able to see that the zombie was there, waving his teeth and claws at himself, and his wounds hurt with its movements.

When she opened her eyes, her heartbeat quickened because of her hallucinations, and Leng Ji looked at the white sheet covering her body, and the white lamp above her head was consuming herself little by little, constantly reminding herself that it was over, and that the zombie was no longer there.

But as soon as she closes her eyes, Leng Ji can see that she can only see its figure, this time, Leng Ji can really see that there is probably a scar on its throat, Leng Ji knows, it is what she left, gritting her teeth, Leng Ji desperately wants to erase the impression of the zombie in her mind, but she can't do it anyway, it is dark all around, only the zombie is faintly moving in the light.

The scar on the neck was so obvious, Leng Ji watched its head start to crack and break from the scar, no blood gushed out, and the zombie did not stop moving, but its head fell to the ground, but it still struggled like a centipede.

"Are you having a nightmare?" There was a chuckling voice behind him, a spirit, Leng Ji immediately came back to his senses, opened his eyes, Leng Ji only found that she didn't know when she curled up her body, and the quilt was tightly wrapped around her body. "It seems that you have been left with unpleasant memories. ”

"I didn't fall asleep. Turned over, turned his head, and raised his eyebrows at Wang Chuan, who was reading a book behind him, although he had a book in his hand, his eyes were on himself, as if he had been looking at himself since the beginning, holding his cheeks, and putting on an interesting look.

"I see. Wang Chuan nodded in agreement, but the squinting of his eyes and the act of covering his mouth and snickering really showed the fact that he didn't believe it at all.

"......" scratched his head impatiently, raised his hand to smooth his bangs, looked up in the cold season, and said, "It will be over sooner or later." ”

"Oh?" The tone was slightly raised, as if it was a mocking tone, Wang Chuan let go of the hand covering his mouth, and instead held his chin, the brown pupils in his eyes reflected the figure of the cold season. "Can you escape?"

"Mo Fei," gritted his teeth, Leng Ji subconsciously thought it was just mockery, raised his hand, tucked his hair behind his ears, looked up at his gentle and hypocritical face, paused, and understood the meaning of his words. "Are you going to stop me?"

"Who knows?" With his hands folded and his fingers intertwined, Wang Chuan smiled at Leng Ji's hidden panic, put his hands on his knees, leaned back, and his eyes came from behind his glasses, as if he could control all the general downward gaze, and he could see Leng Ji's hair. "Do you want to try it?"

"......" bit his lip, looked at the white quilt on his body, pulled it with his hand, covered most of its body, and propped his left hand on the edge of the pillow, subconsciously showing a defensive posture.

Looking at the vigilant appearance of the cold season, Wang Chuan no longer answered, as if to appease the cold season's emotions, Wang Chuan just smiled, accepted the smile, lowered his head, and naturally turned the book in his hand.

The gunpowder gradually thickened, and subsided with Wang Chuan's silence. Leng Ji took a deep breath, looking at her fingertips were a little white, the white gauze was covered on the left hand with the needle, but it couldn't cover the marks that the needle mouth began to swell, and the unknown potion on the hanging bottle was flowing into her skin little by little, and she didn't know what kind of potion was inside.

raised his head and looked at Wang Chuan vigilantly, and Wang Chuan noticed her gaze, but did not raise his head, just shook his head lightly, turned the page, and ignored the vigilance of the cold season.

"You can't stop me. "When I touched the needle with my right hand, the gauze covered the skin on the staggered tape and the needle, and the uneven feeling came from the fingertips, and with a little force, the gauze was stuffed into the gap between the nails.

"Really?" Wang Chuan replied without raising his head.

Call...... Taking a deep breath, Leng Ji raised his head suddenly, his joints were slightly bent, and his fingers were forced, faintly driving the painful needle in his left hand, biting his lip, trying not to make any sound, and in an instant, the gauze tape was pulled out along with the iron needle.

Blood poured out of the wound through the needle, and the liquid that slowly fell from the hanging bottle flowed onto the bed, splashing the sheets little by little.

With his left hand, ignoring the blood flowing on it or the pain that pricked his nerves, he gritted his teeth, reached into the pillow with one hand, held the cold handle inside, and at the same time, turned over, jumped out of bed, and rushed to Wang Chuan in two steps.

Leng Ji found out when he woke up that his dagger was placed under his pillow early in the morning.