Wu Yingying, who was suddenly embraced by Jiang Cheng, was stunned. She actually forgot to break away, and her mind went blank.
Where Wu Yingying couldn't see him, Jiang Cheng quickly winked at Wu. The next second, Wu flashed in front of Chairman Jiang Cheng and killed him with a knife. Not only that, but he seemed to be worried that he was not completely dead. He quickly applied more than a dozen cuts, all of which were critical. This cruel scene made Huai Yi feel chilled in his heart.
When Wu Yingying saw this, she subconsciously wanted to stop her, but her body was held tightly by Jiang Cheng. "There's no need to pity him! He deceived you to this extent, Yingying, and he deserves to die!" Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "How dare he If he hurts you, I would like to kill him ten times, a hundred times!"
At this moment, not only was the president's life completely gone, but even his face was cut into pieces of flesh and blood. This time, there was no proof of death.
It could be seen that Wu Yingying was quite touched by Jiang Cheng's heartfelt words, but she still had doubts about President Jiang Cheng's death. After all, when he said those words, the scholar Lu Jianli had a polite expression on his face, and he also The aura of her body cannot be faked. This is a memory that belongs only to her and Lu Jianli. How can outsiders know about it.
Unexpectedly, a gentle hand touched her head in the next second. Wu Yingying raised her eyes suddenly and met Jiang Cheng's affectionate eyes. Jiang Cheng in front of her also changed into the handsome temperament of a scholar. He looked at her. Looking at Wu Yingying, the complexity and pain on her face were intertwined, and she couldn't help but make people feel distressed, "To be honest, sometimes...sometimes I really envy that guy, he can actually see through a person's memory, if I If I have such ability, I can find the past between the two of us."
At the same time as these words were spoken, two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of Jiang Cheng's eyes. In an instant, Wu Yingying's heart was broken. Her knot was untied. She didn't hate Jiang Cheng, she only hated herself for being such a jerk that she doubted the person in front of her. Man, it is clear that this man loves him, he just lost part of his memory, and just now... that president just now was obviously a fake! A fake look! He was just imprisoning himself and using his ability to detect his memory, thereby forging a Lu Jianli. Such a simple trick actually deceived him, damn it!
Wu Yingying felt a sigh of relief in her heart. She stepped forward angrily, trying to take Wu's knife which would cut him into pieces, but Jiang Cheng stopped her, "He's not worthy of you to do it yourself, leave it to me." "
Jiang Cheng looked back and Huaiyi, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately understood. He took Tang Qisheng and the two of them around to collect usable firewood, then threw it on the president's body, and was about to light a fire to send him to heaven.
"Wait!" Mr. Shui suddenly interrupted him and walked forward with a weird smile. "Master, I'm telling you that you don't know anything. It's a pity to burn this corpse. Let me use it." After saying this, Mr. Shui stretched out his hand. Grabbing at the corpse.
But the next second Master Shui stopped, because a knife was blocked in front of him, Master Shui's face darkened, "What do you mean?"
"That thing doesn't belong to you." Wu's voice was very calm, but there was no room for compromise.
Mr. Shui laughed angrily, waved his hands, and said as if he was lazy and unarguable, "I understand the rules. Everyone who meets you has a share, so you can count on it, okay."
"It's not that the person who saw it has a share, it's that the thing returns to its original owner." Wu refused to give in. After a while, he looked at Jiang Cheng, paused and said, "That thing belongs to him."
Jiang Cheng was also confused, but Wu was rarely so serious. This also let Jiang Cheng know that this matter was not trivial. Based on his trust in Wu, Jiang Cheng also looked at Mr. Shui with a serious face, pretending to be deep. He handed over his hand and said: "Senior, I just take back what belongs to me, and I hope that I can save my face."
Mr. Shui narrowed his eyes slightly, but as he looked around, he understood that there was no discussion on this matter today. After all, in addition to Wu, the other party also had Dahe Empress, and four weird figures to help, and the rest of the people were also He was standing on the other side of the family, and he was just a lonely old man, no, he was a lonely man.
After Mr. Shui reluctantly withdrew, Wu came to the corpse, squatted down, covered the corpse's face with his hands, and then pulled hard. A strange scene appeared. The corpse was not torn, but A ball of black gas was torn out from the flesh and blood. This black gas seemed to be alive and was still squirming. Master Shui stared at the ball of black gas with greedy eyes.
Not only Master Shui, but also the four puppets who were uncontrollable became eager to move at this moment. For things like them, this black energy is similar to the origin.
The one who felt the deepest feeling was Jiang Cheng. The moment the black energy was pulled out, he could no longer take his eyes away. Within his body... no, no, it was a deeper place, far beyond the body. It was the soul, even deeper than the body. The soul was buried deeper. In short, something awakened there, and this burst of black energy attracted it.
Jiang Cheng walked towards the black air uncontrollably. If he stood in front of him, he could see that his original black eyes were gradually spreading, like ink droplets dripping into the water, but this kind of black was far more intense than ink. The middle is gradually filled with black, and the whole person's temperament becomes more and more unfamiliar.
Master Shui panicked when he saw this scene and immediately retreated, "Sure enough! He and that guy are the same thing, but he is much more dangerous!"
"Give him the thing quickly!" Mr. Shui yelled at Wu, "Are you fishing? That thing is coming out!"
At the critical moment, Wu Jiang violently threw the black energy towards Jiangcheng, but the black energy seemed to be alive. As soon as it left Wu's palm, it immediately fled in the opposite direction of Jiangcheng, but this was destined to be in vain. A jet-black arm suddenly protruded from Jiang Cheng's body, instantly catching the escaping black energy, and then put it back into the body. The whole process was so fast that almost only an afterimage could be seen.
After all this was over, Jiang Cheng's body trembled, and then he seemed to have recovered. He looked around blankly, and those people looked at him as if he was seeing a ghost.
Among them, Tang Qisheng still had the strongest reaction. His mouth opened wide. The scene just now cannot be described as a disciple or a weird door. He is also a disciple. When the afterimage appeared just now, he almost suffocated. The sense of oppression surpassed everyone present. Above human beings, even that fierce one is far inferior.
It was an existence belonging to another level, above the weird. If he had to describe it, it would be somewhat similar to the bus he got on. He was referring to the feeling, the feeling of being suppressed and breathless just by being close to it. a feeling of.
He could imitate Hu's feeling that the pressure of the bus came from the front of the bus, the foggy cab.
