The broken blood vessels connecting the eyeballs were white and dry, and the lens, which was almost cut off from all contact with the eye sockets, was turning gurglingly, as if it was adjusting the appropriate position in the eye sockets, but it was still difficult to make itself comfortable.
Her fingers seemed to be disgusted with this feeling. She stretched out her middle finger and ring finger, and the interfering fingertips began to dig in along the gap between the eye socket and the lens.
They looked at the movements of those hands that were too cruel, as cruel as if they were eyeballing others.
"Xia Houyuan is not as cruel as her..."
Chen Qing complained softly, but all he received was Jiang Wan's disdain.
"If you roll your eyes again you're just as good as her."
She choked on the saliva, but the white eyes on her face stopped.
"Stop making jokes, what on earth is she going to do!"
Chen Qing raised his head and looked at Bu Zhaozhao, who was meditating in mid-air.
Facing his gaze, Bu Zhaozhao also answered: "Wait a minute...wait a minute."
"What are you waiting for? This lady is about to turn into a drought demon, so why are you waiting?"
Chen Qing watched the muscles on the back of Zhang Lan's hands jumping like piano keys, and bone spurs as white as jade penetrated the skin from the gaps in the muscles.
She grinned, and the teeth in her mouth began to surge forward, like waves, being pushed forward by the new teeth on the back molars.
After pushing a dozen, twenty, or hundreds of teeth to grow, the movement in her mouth finally subsided. Those pushed forward teeth gathered in the front of her mouth, blooming like a chrysanthemum.
The teeth, which were filled with corpse fluid and blood for unknown reasons, were shattered and broken, with only a few parts intact.
"Hey...you're still waiting!"
Chen Qing shouted.
But she was in no hurry.
"Wait a minute...trust me."
Her eyes shone, and her almost crazy curiosity made her particularly focused: "It's so amazing...this kind of resurrection from the dead and spontaneous materialization process."
She said softly, her eyes getting closer and closer to Zhang Lan's body.
"corpse"
She suddenly realized that the protein compound in front of her at this moment could no longer be described as a corpse.
She turned to Chen Qing and asked: "Is the E-500 ready?!"
"in the pocket."
"Hand on and get ready!"
He responded, not caring whether the other party heard her. Just like Bu Zhaozhao in mid-air, she stared in front of her and didn't care whether Chen Qing heard her words.
They are all minding their own business.
"Pit it in her mouth!"
She shouted, and Chen Qing's figure instantly became blurry. The chocolate he was holding was stuffed into the other person's mouth in an instant, in the middle of the big thumb cave surrounded by hundreds of teeth.
In the next moment, almost at the moment when Chen Qing pulled his hand away, the scattered broken teeth squirmed and closed toward the center. The teeth in the mouth shattered to the ground. The fragile teeth touched up and down, and the fragments were like It was sprayed out in front of him like bullets.
But after all, those teeth were new, and their texture was too soft, so the rate of disintegration was greatly reduced.
Chen Qing leaned his body sideways and lowered his waist, and hundreds of fragments were wiped from his face.
The whizzing debris compressed the airflow, and the swift tail wind caused some pain on his face.
But if you avoid it, you still avoid it.
On the wall behind him, where fragments of teeth were embedded, the corroded, blackened and festering concrete foreshadowed what would come after the injury.
"It's so exaggeratedly corrosive..." Bu Zhaozhao's eyes shone: "You can try to take some hair away later."
She whispered softly, but Chen Qing didn't hear her.
He raised his head, cold sweat had wet his shirt, but when he came back to his senses and looked at Zhang Lan, Zhang Lan's movements had completely subsided.
Her eyes were looking straight at her toes. Maybe she could even call them eyes, at least the lens with no blood vessels on that side was looking at the toes.
She raised her hand, and the bone spurs on her hand began to squeeze out from the back of her hand little by little, like a large pore blocker squeezed out. After a few jingles, it fell in front of her. Her right eye, which was completely contrary to physiology, was also pushed back by the muscles at this moment.
In the next second, her skin began to return to its human appearance, hundreds of teeth in her mouth began to fall off, and her distorted face gradually became more delicate.
"Turn around."
"Ah?" Chen Qing was stunned: "Why are you turning your head?"
Before he could wait for Jiang Wan's reply, a strong hand already pushed his head away.
Before he could even struggle, a piece of fragrant clothing covered his eyes.
"Eh?" He listened to Bu Zhaozhao's "tsk, tsk" sound next to him, and spent the short moment in a daze.
When he opened the clothes on his face, Zhang Lan had already put on his school uniform.
Her face was still a little pale, and the mental and physical injuries were not over so quickly.
She looked at Chen Qing and opened her mouth. It seemed like there were tens of thousands of words lingering on her lips. Her eyes filled with pure white mist, and then the corners of her eyes turned red.
She hesitated a few times, but the cry that should have been about to come out was so difficult to spread at the moment.
She thought in her heart that she should hold the two people in front of her and vent to them the inappropriateness of her trip and her pity.
But she couldn't say it.
She didn't even want to recall everything before because of her emotions. It's like every glance and every scene in that world is as long as it flashes in my memory and appears in my mind.
She will return to that day.
So she chose to let go of the pain, and she chose to turn a blind eye to those who sacrificed for herself.
Her eyes were red, and she walked to the bedroom door numbly. Her hand held the doorknob, but she did not press it for a long time.
"Chen Qing...Chen Qing?"
She seemed to be calling for help, like a drowning person holding a driftwood.
