Cheng Miao feels that people like Fang Jing have no shame and no lower limit. If you quarrel with her, you will only be dragged down to the same level and lose to the experienced her.
So she had no intention of speaking.
She planned to remove Fang Jing's chin and teach her a lesson.
Anyway, Zhu Cong is here, so it is very simple to put it back.
As a result, she hadn't made a move yet, because Qi Jiajia, who had been very obedient recently and no one was aware of the danger, made the first move.
Thick and turbulent black hair instantly swept towards Fang Jing with a force that covered the sky.
Fang Jing only had time to scream in horror. Before she could turn around and run away, her whole body was wrapped into a cocoon by her hair.
Zhu Cong felt bad, and the punch in his hand suddenly shone brightly.
He tore his hair hard, but it remained unmoved, and even tended to become tighter and tighter.
Zhu Cong immediately gave up and continued to fight with his hair. After gathering enough strength, he used his right fist to attack Qi Jiajia who was not far away.
In an instant, Qin Musong and Cheng Miao, who were still at the side, suddenly became angry.
Qin Musong dwarfed and hit Zhu Cong's abdomen with the force of his fist.
Cheng Miao did not fight Zhu Cong, but jumped up nimbly. When Zhu Cong was discouraged by the attack, he jumped onto Zhu Cong's shoulders and tied his feet on both sides of his throat.
With a clever move of his feet, Zhu Cong was brought to the ground.
He placed his left hand on the ground, and was about to stand up with his palms, when the original strangulating force on his neck was suddenly removed, replaced by a chill with evil aura.
Qin Musong also immediately cut off his stabbing hands and threw the man face to the ground.
Judging from the hard object against the back of his head, if Zhu Cong moved, his neck would be broken first or his brain would be blasted.
After weighing it, he simply surrendered.
Everything happened so fast that the battle was over before several other people could react.
Song Guoqiang and others, who originally looked down upon Cheng Miao, a weak woman, as captain, immediately updated their understanding based on what happened just now.
"No, no, no, no, we are all players, there is no need to kill, right?"
Kong Fan and Ma Yang, who had nothing to do with Fang Jing when she was tangled in her hair, are now very concerned about Zhu Cong.
Cheng Miao's originally cold but gentle face was now filled with chills, and the murderous aura made Ma Yang and Kong Fan take two steps back unconsciously.
"If we had been slower just now, he might have killed Jiajia with one punch. Now you come and tell me not to kill him?"
Cheng Miao spoke word by word without gritting his teeth, but he could hear the anger in it.
It was also at this time that several other people present realized that because Cheng Miao had always been very gentle, everyone had always felt that she was not as threatening as Qi Jiajia or Qiu Dong.
But she really got angry...
Song Guoqiang and Zhao Jianguo pulled Wang Yang and Shi Biao back a few steps, not wanting to offend them.
Ma Yang and Kong Fan opened their mouths but said nothing.
say what?
Did Zhu Cong regard Fang Jing as his wife who died in the game, so he cared about her and caused chaos?
But Fang Jing herself is mean-mouthed and annoying, so it's already a long time for others to teach her a lesson. She already has a lot of patience.
Is it possible that their teammates are teammates and no one else matters?
Zhu Cong sighed. Just now he saw Fang Jing's frightened look before being covered up by her hair. He seemed to have seen his beloved wife being pulled out of the car by zombies before she died.
I couldn't control it and made a fatal move.
Now that he had calmed down and knew that he was in the wrong, he said in a sincere tone, "I couldn't control it just now. I was at fault first."
Cheng Miao looked at Zhu Cong coldly, until her back was cold. Then she stood up and said, "I'll give you two choices, either hand over your fists or I'll chop off both of your hands." .”
Cheng Miao glanced at Ma Yuan and Kong Fan, who were pale and did not dare to speak. "Anyway, they will grow back if they go out. I believe you won't mind."
Zhu Cong smiled bitterly. What choice did he have now? What's more, there was Qiu Dong in their team who had not taken action.
His instinct told him that if this man took action, he might die.
Zhu Cong neatly took off the life-saving weapon and handed it to Cheng Miao, then patted the dust off his body. As soon as he stood up, something hit his ankle.
He looked down and saw that it was a small doll, holding up a wooden stick as thick as an arm, dangling and hitting his ankle.
Zhu Cong is an old player and has seen many props.
I didn’t expect to be disliked by a puppet.
Zhu Cong smiled bitterly and watched Lin Zhu carry the doll back on his shoulders.
He looked back at Fang Jing, who was wrapped in a black cocoon by her hair and was no longer struggling, but her chest was still heaving.
Cheng Miao glanced at Qi Jiajia. The sullen little girl wrinkled her nose and put her hair back.
"Oh...cough cough cough"
Fang Jing coughed in horror and sat up, her eyes still filled with fear and nausea, and her body still smelled like death.
"You...you..." Fang Jing pointed at Qi Jiajia with trembling hands. Just as she was about to say something else, Zhu Cong's face turned cold and she raised her hand to wave.
"Snapped"
A heavy slap hit Fang Jing's face. Zhu Cong had never spoken louder to Fang Jing. This slap made Fang Jing dumbfounded.
"You...you dare to hit me!?"
Fang Jing reacted without flinching at all. Zhu Cong's long-term patience made her forget in her heart that Zhu Cong was not her and there was no need to protect her.
"If you make trouble again, you'll have to pay for it on your own from now on." Zhu Cong said this and took his two teammates back to the room.
Fang Jing sat on the ground, her head was gray and her face was red and swollen.
She wanted to cry or not, holding back her tears, staring at Cheng Miao, and after Qi Jiajia looked over, she ran back to Zhu Cong's room on her hands and knees.
Ignoring what Zhu Cong said, Cheng Miao patted Qi Jiajia's head and continued what he said just now, "I didn't figure out the meaning of receiving the grass ring today, but I found a pattern."
Teams Chang Qing, Miao Jie and Tan Ge and Tan Wu hid far away during the dispute. Now seeing that Cheng Miao had returned to his normal tone, Chang Qing and Song Guoqiang did not dare to move, but Tan Ge came over here with his sister. .
Cheng Miao ignored it and continued to analyze with his teammates, "Receiving the grass ring seems to be related to entering the ancestral hall yesterday."
"The first batch of people who entered the ancestral hall did not receive grass rings, but those who received them were those waiting outside."
Tan Ge nodded, agreeing with Cheng Miao's idea.
"So there are two possibilities. Either there is something wrong with the ancestral hall, and those who enter the ancestral hall cannot be blessed. Or there is something wrong with the bracelet. It is not a blessing, but a mark, marking people who do not actively worship the ancestral hall."
After listening to Cheng Miao's analysis, Tan Wu spoke weakly, "If it's the first type, it means that there are two so-called gods in the copy, one is worshiped in the ancestral hall, and the other is blessed by Cao Huan. "
Cheng Miao looked at Tan Wu with some admiration. She nodded and added, "I think the second possibility is more likely."
