On the battlefield, the two sides are fighting, but the weapons in their hands are slashing each other, and the strength of the gamers themselves has also become the key point that determines life and death. The sharpness of the weapon is not so important, often the sword slashes the momentum, and the instinct of people will dodge when life and death are at stake, so the sword wound should not be a point of focus.

"Qiqi, come here."

Wu Luoyang held the scroll in his hand and slowly stood up from the chair.

Stand in the open space next to the table.

Wen Qiqi looked at her inexplicably: "What are you doing?" ”

In Wu Luoyang's beckoning hand, Wen Qiqi still stood up from his position and came to the opposite place from Wu Luoyang, with a slightly raised face and her dark and bright eyes.

From this angle......

Under the light, the white windbreaker on Wu Luoyang's body was shrouded in a layer of white light and shadow.

Wu Luoyang is thin and tall, his face is also good-looking, his skin is fair and ruddy, his nose bridge is upright, and his small appearance is impeccable.

The only thing that can be disgusted is probably the lack of a few taels of meat on the chest.

Tut!

A touch of pity flashed in Wen Qiqi's eyes: "Wu Luoyang, when you first had 0 children, were you losing weight?" It's all gone! ~”

Well?

Wu Luoyang didn't know why.

Following Wen Qiqi's line of sight, he lowered his head and looked at the ......

"Big breasts and no brains."

In a word, pointing to Wen Qiqi, who had a few taels of extra meat on his chest on the opposite side, he was wearing a tights, and the concave and convex lines were extremely perfect.

Wen Qiqi threw Wu Luoyang a roll of the eyes.

quarreled with Wu Luoyang many times, as if she had never won.

"Give."

Wu Luoyang took out a black pen from the pen holder, stuffed it directly into Wen Qiqi's hand, and pointed his backhand at his chest: "Pierce here." ”

Wen Qiqi: ......

Playing Heart-piercing?

Ignoring the doubts in her eyes, Wu Luoyang gestured and gestured, signaling Wen Qiqi to use one end of the pen, and stab it at the position of his right chest at a forty-five degree angle.

According to historical records, Zhan Yunye is about 1.8 meters tall.

If the scene of Wu Luoyang's dream mirror is true, then the height of the woman who assassinated him should be about the same as herself, at least about 1.7 meters.

And, Wen Qiqi's net height is one meter six.

The proportion of the height difference between the two is the same.

Thinking of this, Wu Luoyang spoke again: "Take off your high heels." ”

In the next second, Wen Qiqi thought of something, and suddenly his eyes flashed: "Ouch, Wu Luoyang, I didn't expect you to have this hobby!" ”

Wu Luoyang was shocked by her lewd gaze.

Bang dang!

The scroll in his hand knocked on the door of Wen Qiqi's head with unmistakable accuracy.

Wu Luoyang's black eyes were slightly angry, and he coldly spit out a few words: "Girl's family, what do you want?!" ”

Wen Qiqi: ......

It is rare for Wu Luoyang to be angry, and Wen Qiqi also felt that he had made a joke a little too much, so he pouted and stopped talking.

Holding Wen Qiqi's hand, Wu Luoyang personally guided the demonstration.

After several run-in drills, Wu Luoyang felt that it was almost the same, Wen Qiqi stood opposite her, and suddenly pulled out a pen and stabbed Wu Luoyang in the right chest......

There was a pain in his chest.

Wu Luoyang didn't avoid it, but grabbed it with one hand, and his arm went around Wen Qiqi's back and wrapped around her waist and locked it tightly, and then the two of them fell in the direction of Wu Luoyang's back.

In the dream, the general and the woman who assassinated him both fell into the cliff like this.

If she was not a familiar person, she would not have had a chance to shoot at close range, and he would not be defenseless and instinctively react to hug her the moment he fell......

So.

Bang –

There was a short, muffled sound.

Wu Luoyang felt a hard pain coming from the back of his head, and his chest was pressed by Wen Qiqi and he couldn't breathe.

Stalled.

Pull out the pen Q!

Slowly raising his head, Wen Qiqi's eyes showed a different color.

Thinking back to the hug before Wu Luoyang fell, the corners of Wen Qiqi's mouth hooked: "Wu Luoyang, don't admit it, in front of the facts...... It's useless for you to quibble! ”

This hug is a real hammer!

I finally took a breath and came to my senses.

It was Wen Qiqi's ridicule in his ears, Wu Luoyang rolled his eyes silently, and didn't bother to talk to her, but just reached out and took away Wen Qiqi's hand that was holding the pen and "inserting" it on his chest.

Sit cross-legged on the floor.

Wu Luoyang carefully recalled the drill just now.

If her dream came true, then the stroke that Wen Qiqi stabbed just now should also be on Zhan Yunye's chest according to the proportions, matching the broken point on the remains.

Let's put it this way.

According to the records of wild history, Zhan Yunye's assassination is not incapable.

But......

If Zhan Yunye was not killed on the battlefield, why would the queen posthumously give the title of "God of War" in the middle of the week and bury it with a national gift?

Wu Luoyang really couldn't figure it out.

"Hey!"

On the side, Wen Qiqi stretched out his hand and pushed Wu Luoyang, and said with a displeased face: "It's eight o'clock, do you want to turn others into starving ghosts?" ”

Hearing the sound, Wu Luoyang stood up from the floor.

I almost forgot.

At night, she had to go to the hospital to help catch ghosts.

The two checked the doors and windows, turned off the lights, and walked side by side to the stairs, not forgetting to talk about where they were going for dinner.

Inside the room on the second floor.

A pair of sharp eyes appeared in the middle of the air in the dark corner, staring at the place where Wu Luoyang was lying just now, and after a moment, those eyes disappeared as if they had never appeared.

The two casually ate a bowl of noodles at a roadside stall.

A bowl of steaming noodle soup warmed the body and filled the stomach, Wu Luoyang really didn't pay attention to what he ate.

Clear soup with little water.

Wen Qiqi put down his chopsticks and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, but he also felt that it couldn't compare to the taste of home.

simply watched Wu Luoyang eat.

It seems to understand why Wu Luoyang is so tall and so thin, and eighty percent grew up eating clear soup noodles.

It's only a 10-minute drive to the hospital.

Wu Luoyang got off the bus.

Wen Qiqi also followed.

Wu Luoyang turned his face sideways, fell into the playful smile on the corner of Wen Qiqi's mouth, and frowned: "I'm going to catch ghosts, what are you going to do?" ”

"Look at you catching ghosts!"

Wen Qiqi returned briskly and walked to the front a few steps first.

Wu Luoyang couldn't stop it.

Sigh lightly.

It's no problem to watch her catch ghosts!

It's just that Wen Qiqi's heavenly yin body attracts ghosts and ghosts, don't look at the excitement, but be possessed.

The night at the hospital was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of footsteps. There was a light in the long hallway, and suddenly several doctors pushed a hospital bed out of the elevator, and the patient seemed to have a headache, and desperately hit his head with both hands, making a wailing sound.

Wen Qiqi was taken aback, and instinctively leaned sideways against the wall, allowing them to pass first.

Wu Luoyang squinted slightly.

The patient had a black mist wrapped around his head, and the climate was not yet ripe.

"What do you see?"

Seeing her expression, Wen Qiqi asked in a low voice.

Wu Luoyang didn't answer, but took Wen Qiqi's hand and walked from the corner entrance next to it, and the last room in the corridor here was the mayor's ward.

The room was silent, the lights were dim, and only the bedside instruments made a regular ticking sound.

Seeing them enter, the mayor's wife rose from her chair.

The situation is simple.

The results of the hospital instrument examination found no problems, the mayor was pale, blood pressure and pulse pressure dropped, and the person was unconscious, accompanied by respiratory weakness and shock.

A strong black aura erupted from the mayor's chest, and the official authority was obviously unable to suppress it.

Walking around the ward, Wu Luoyang looked around and didn't find anything wrong.

"Can we start?"

The mayor's wife asked lightly.

Wu Luoyang pursed his lips and nodded.

Out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head to look at the side of the bed, Wen Qiqi had already moved the small bench and sat and waited to see her catch the ghost.

That location......

Wu Luoyang didn't make a sound to remind, silently retracted his gaze, and happened to fall into the two dark and deep eyes of the mayor's wife, and his heart shook slightly.

You may have to overtake at night.

Wu Luoyang said silently in his heart.