Wen Cheng resisted the urge to call Xiaozhu and rushed to her side.

And the cross tightly strangled with the bamboo...... It was caused by Yoo Jin!

"Impossible!" Wen Cheng shook his head desperately, trying to pull the gold chain around Xiaozhu's neck, but it became tighter and tighter, so frightened that he immediately let go.

Although Su Meng did not have memory fragments, she saw that the golden light on the cross was dimly revealing red light patterns, and there was no need to reason about such a fact.

"Wen Cheng, don't jump to conclusions, the problem may be much more complicated." Su Meng helped Wencheng's back to calm him down quickly, and then probed Xiaozhu's side to check her body temperature.

Why are you so calm? Su Meng.

After all, it lives between Liu Zhen and Xiaozhu, and more often than not, it will be biased towards Liu Zhen.

Su Meng, recalling the first time she met for the first time, her first impression from the literal speculation must be that she was a gentle woman holding an oil-paper umbrella in the smoke and rain. But in fact, she is not as simple as Liu Zhen.

Wen Cheng took a deep breath and looked at his sister with a hint of spirit.

Despite frowning and coughing intermittently, Xiaozhu still grinned and giggled from time to time.

His chest seemed to be filled with magma, but in fact, it was himself who should be calm, Wen Cheng covered his burning heart.

It's so hot...... What to do? There doesn't seem to be a painkiller for the burning sensation......

There's a way!

Wen Chengzheng was about to get up, but found that Su Meng was already at the door, carrying a cold soda in his hand.

Why does Su Meng always react so quickly......

"Let's drink......" Su Meng pursed her lips, avoiding Wen Cheng's gaze, handed him the soda, and leaned over to the sleeping Xiaozhu.

The ice sensation stabbed at the nerve endings on Wen Cheng's palm, and he just stood in place in amazement, slowly unscrewing the lid.

"......" "Goodo......"

The bone-chilling coolness poured from top to bottom, the burning pain gradually dissipated, and the heartbeat slowed down. After doing this, Wen Cheng turned his gaze back to Su Meng's back.

Su Meng did another surprising thing.

A faint blue light lingered on Su Meng's little hands, and flocculent objects like threads exhaled from her arms, wrists, and fingertips, and swirled around Xiaozhu's neck as if breathing.

Xiaozhu's brows quickly soothed, his breathing was much smoother, and he slowly leaned towards Su Meng like a sunny plant, his two little hands left the quilt and climbed up Su Meng's sleeves tightly, and his little ears twitched silently twice.

Wen Cheng caught that moment blankly and said, "Su Meng, you...... Will it break the pain?"

"No," Su Meng looked back with an embarrassed face, "I just increased the oxygen supply a little bit......

"Well, I thought it was some kind of mysterious spell......

"By the way, Wen Cheng, why don't you have Coke at home?" Su Meng pointed to the empty soda bottle.

The brain power has never been able to keep up, and the topic is cut too fast......

"This one...... My mom wouldn't let me drink Coke, so I finally gave in to soda."

"Compromise into soda?" Su Meng was a little surprised by this.

"Hey, don't mention it, my mother said that Coke is not good for men, pseudoscience......" Wen Cheng sat next to Su Meng and looked at Xiaozhu together, "How can you be so considerate."

Sure enough, girls in the new era will not be affected by the prejudices of the previous generation...... In any case, it must be a very happy thing to be supported by his future wife to drink Coke.

"Coke is not good, it has a lot of sugar, and it hurts my stomach if it is icy." Su Meng said.

"Huh?"

"Soda, too."

"Huh?!"

"If I were your mother, I wouldn't even give you soda."

It seems that the choice of wife is going to be reconsidered.

"Then you buy me back ......."

"It's okay to drink occasionally, but don't overdo it," Su Meng pushed his glasses like an old pedant and pulled the topic back, "Now Xiaozhu is much better now, the two of you die differently, but it's also difficult to put together."

A very magical conversation happened like this, but Su Meng was really stating the facts.

Died in a different place?

Looking at the strangulation marks on Xiaozhu's neck, Wen Cheng was suddenly shocked.

Wrong!

According to the scattered memories, in fact, it was not Liu Zhen who could strangle her at all, but Wen Cheng himself!

Wen Cheng lowered his head, looking at his hands and couldn't help but tremble, his eyes were straight, and cold sweat broke out, as if he had just strangled a beloved.

Could it be ...... I did it?!

I killed my sister?!

That's impossible! Wen Cheng shook his head desperately.

Su Meng didn't know anything about Wen Cheng's panic, so Wen Cheng just came back to his senses to calm his fear and found that Su Meng had returned to his desk.

"Ignore this clue for now, maybe you can spell it in the future, let's see, Wen Cheng," Su Meng pulled her hair behind her ear and dotted it on the paper with the tip of her pen.

The soft voice made the panic melt quickly, don't think about unconfirmed things yet, Wen Cheng followed and sat down.

"Objective A: Verify NSD-79."

"Goal B: Capture the Heroic Spirit."

"Objective C: Investigate the source of the munitions."

She followed up with another one, "Time: 24 hours."

The two of them leaned over their shoulders under the lamp and stared at the paper, each thinking.

In any case, it cannot fail again.

Stubborn, he locked his gaze on the letter B, and Su Meng caught his gaze and patted Wen Cheng's shoulder.

"Wen Cheng, we might as well think about it in another position, if I am an enemy, which is more important, zombie production, heroic spirits or munitions?"

Compared with the mechanical dogs that are minions, zombies are more like a source of productivity for the enemy, and thousands of black mud zombies have been wiped out by Catherine today......

It's already clear that once the zombie production base is destroyed, all the mechanical dog strongholds will be destroyed!

"Naturally, it's ......," Wen Cheng said tentatively.

"Heroic Spirits." Su Meng replied.

Caught off guard, Wen Cheng asked, "Then capturing the Heroic Spirit is the highest priority?"

"Of course not," Su Meng crossed the tip of his pen on the letter B, "Wen Cheng, the Heroic Spirit is the enemy's trump card, your trump card is exposed, what will you do?"

I see.

"Find a way to hide and give the Heroic Spirit a chance to breathe!"

"That's right," Su Meng pursed his lips and said, "Chasing the Heroic Spirit will only cause the enemy to jump off the wall, the enemy's strength is extremely strong, and the more this happens, the more we can't chase and fight, but gradually expand our strength in silence, weakening the enemy in small details and making them undetectable." She paused and said, "Before the decisive battle comes, we have to grow to the point where we have absolute superiority."

It is worthy of being a top student! Wen Chengdai patted his head as if he had been empowered.

"I understand," Wen Cheng patted his thigh excitedly, "Build a high wall, accumulate grain, and slowly become king!"

Yes, this is no longer a case to be solved, but a war!

Wen Cheng's eyes bloomed with the excitement of waking up from a big dream.

"That's right," Su Meng always looked calm, even a little worried, "This afternoon, the aura of the Heroic Spirit has dissipated, there are two possibilities, one is to leave the TV station, and the second is to hide in."

Extrapolating from the memory fragments, the Heroic Spirit is more likely to be hidden.

After saying this, Su Meng looked at Wen Cheng with an expectant smile.

"Su Meng, I see what you mean!" Wen Cheng nodded, "In fact, the enemy has faced heavy losses, and the orange heroic spirit was too much of a drain in the afternoon battle, so he decided to hide......

"And what about us?"

"Take this opportunity to take the TV station in one fell swoop, if it is too early, it will only trap the Heroic Spirit in the TV station...... Therefore, your plan is ......"

"It's just my conjecture, Wen Cheng," Su Meng smiled, "Wen Cheng, you're tired today, rest early."

"It's okay," Wen Cheng got up, "you should go to bed early......

"Wen Cheng, that ......" was Su Meng's budding voice.

Wen Cheng's hand was grabbed by Su Meng, and the warm and soft touch made Wen Cheng swallow his saliva.

In the memories of the past, her cheeks seemed to be moistened.

"What just happened...... I'm sorry......"

Su Meng sat on the chair with a red face, and lowered his head as if begging for something.

Wen Cheng didn't answer, this kind of thing would have been forgiven a long time ago, if she wanted to express anything...... At this time, I will not refuse any further request.

"Su Meng......" Wen Cheng blushed, pulled Su Meng's hand up, and put it on his cheek.

"Hmm......" The beauty replied in a shy voice that she couldn't hear, hiding her head in Wen Cheng's arms, her body getting softer and softer, as if she was inviting Wen Cheng to go up and knead it wantonly.

Even if it was a little request, even if it was a drop of warmth on her cheek, she would gladly accept it.

The flowers are blooming, and the beauty has opened her heart so much, how many rare nights are there?

Wen Cheng kissed the back of the girl's hand,

"Rest well."

Restraint is to better protect you.