It is unfortunate that Song Chengcheng met the picturesque scenery.

There was water in the corridor, which soaked Song Qingcheng's knees, and she felt that her whole person was cold, and she couldn't help but hug her arms.

"Are you a mermaid?" Song Chengcheng looked at the "strange" thing in front of her, now she was standing up, the light in the corridor was dim, and she could vaguely see the shape of the fishtail in the tank, her eyes were full of curiosity.

may be in the eyes of many, the mermaid is a friendly and beautiful sea creature, the daughter of the sea, the fairy tales in film and television dramas are too glorified of mermaids, almost all of them are the embodiment of beauty and kindness, Song Tingcheng also thinks so, in her opinion, although this mermaid looks strange, not as beautiful as she imagined, but not so fierce, it should be that Song Tingcheng never thought that the mermaid would release malice to humans, therefore, she did not have much defense, but boldly stepped forward and stared at Jing Ruhua curiously.

"Can I see what you look like?" To satisfy my curiosity, Song Qingcheng said silently in his heart in the latter sentence.

Jing Ruhua looked at this curious Song Tingcheng, how to say it, Song Tingcheng is not stupid, but in the end, he is a little heartless and too much, and the minimum sense of precaution disappears with curiosity.

"Mermaid, do you have a name? Can your fishtail become a human leg? Song Chengcheng didn't get Jing Rutu's answer, not only did he not restrain himself, but he became more energetic, thinking of the fairy tale she was watching, he stretched out his hand curiously, wanting to touch Jing Ruhua's tail.

"Allure, be careful."

A male voice was unusually clear in the corridor, Jing Ruhua's eyes narrowed, stretched out his long claws and grabbed Song Tingcheng's outstretched arm, and with a hard pull, Song Tingcheng was clamped, and his sharp nails were buckled under Song Tingcheng's neck.

"Let her go!" Lu Yinchuan held a gun and shouted at Jing Ruhua.

"Lay down your arms." Jing Ruhua's voice was hoarse, and it sounded like rusty iron, and Song Chengcheng, who was restrained, was suddenly a little disillusioned, saying that it was a good mermaid singing voice

"Okay, I'll put down the gun, you let her go." Lu Yinchuan shook the handle of the gun and dropped the gun.

Jing Ruhua hooked the corners of her mouth, and the strength in her hand deepened, "Hiss! Song Tingcheng's neck tingled, sharp nails cut through the skin on her neck, and a small amount of blood gushed out. 、

"What are you doing?" Lu Yinchuan hurriedly stepped forward and took a step.

"Don't you understand my words, it's to lay down your arms, whether a saber counts as a weapon or not, you should know better than me!" Jing Ruhua glanced at the small saber on Lu Yinchuan's waist, she knew that Lu Yinchuan would not be so obedient, the gun in her hand seemed to be lost, but the weapon on her waist and the soles of her feet was no worse than the gun, Jing Ruhua also knew it in the original plot, how many weapons Lu Yinchuan had on his body, it was difficult to know, because in the original plot, Lu Yinchuan would always take out a weapon from his body when there was nothing, which caught the enemy off guard.

Sure enough, Lu Yinchuan's expression changed slightly, he didn't know how Jing Ruhua knew that he still had a saber, because that saber was a new type of folding knife, which could be reduced to the size of a lighter, and it would never be found if it was placed on the inside of his waist.

Lu Yinchuan didn't know, and Jing Ruhua also knew that it was mentioned in the original plot that Lu Yinchuan took out this knife.

"It hurts." Song Qingcheng snorted softly.

"You." Lu Yinchuan's eyes gathered a cloud of fire.

"A second time, your weapon." The picturesque long nails had been deeply sunk into Song Tingcheng's flesh, and Song Tingcheng's eyes were in tears, and she was hurting to death.

"Okay." Lu Yinchuan gritted his teeth, and unloaded a miniature weapon from his waist and shoes, these things are very small, but the danger is very high, some are **, and some are small pistols.