Chapter 130 You are going to marry me today (24)
If it is a dream, Wen Chan does not know Yang Mianmian and has never interacted with her.
She had no reason to pull herself into a dream.
Wait a minute...
Wen Chan just remembered that she had forgotten an important person.
She has no relationship with Yang Mianmian, but she has a deep bond with Jing Shui.
“…”
Ah, so she was pulled in because of Jing Shui?
Didn’t Jingshui only join the dungeon as an NPC?
A place like this that seems different from its original form and looks messy?
Wen Chan couldn't understand.
"Have you ever made a deal with Jing Shui?"
She turned to ask Yang Mianmian.
Yang Mianmian looked disdainful, "Who are you talking about? I need to make deals with people? What are you thinking? I can't wait to eat people!"
The real and only person here is There is only Wen Chan.
So Yang Mianmian has been obsessed with her since she came in.
I just don’t know why it’s like this now.
As for Yang Mianmian lying on the bed, she also noticed that it looked exactly like her, and it might be her.
But their personalities are completely different. Yang Mianmian does not want to work with Yang Mianmian, and feels that Yang Mianmian will definitely hold her back.
“……”
Wen Chan squinted at Yang Mianmian to make sure she wasn't lying, and she fell strangely silent.
This Yang Mianmian has never seen Jingshui, or even knows that Jingshui exists.
The same is true for Jingshui.
But Yang Mianmian on the bed is okay.
So what is her existence all about?
Suddenly I felt a little dizzy.
“Can we go out now that those villagers are dead?”
Wen Chan raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows.
If you can't stand it anymore, just kill him if you can't.
It’s not like I haven’t killed anyone before.
Yang Mianmian chuckled, "You try?"
She wasn't sure if it would work, but she also wanted those people to die.
Honggu and others looked at them, but hesitated to speak.
Wen Chan: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"I saw Jing Shui went out just now." Lin Zhao said immediately.
Wen Chan stood up and said, "Okay, you just stay here, I'll come back as soon as I can."
No matter how much you think about it, it's nothing more than revenge. After revenge, we'll see what happens.
…
Wen Chan climbed over the wall and went out, and saw Jing Shui squatting under the big locust tree at the entrance of the courtyard, not knowing what he was looking at.
He didn't react until she got closer.
"Cicada?"
He looked up at her blankly, quickly put away the things in his hands, stood up and asked, "Why did you come out?"
Wen Chan Without changing his expression, he said: "They said they saw you crying just now."
Jing Shui's eyes brightened slightly, "Are you here to comfort me?"
It immediately dimmed again, and he said angrily: " It’s too late!”
It took so long to coax him, it’s too much!
“Oh, then I’m leaving?”
Wen Chan raised her eyebrows and turned around to leave.
“Come back!”
Jing Shui grabbed her sleeve with one hand and pouted, “Can’t I forgive you?”
Wen Chan snorted, "I didn't do anything bad, why do you forgive me?"
Jing Shui choked: "You..."
His earlobes were slightly red, and he said dissatisfied: "You've already done that kind of thing to Yang Mianmian, You haven't done anything to me! Why don't you call it a bad thing?"
Wen Chan twitched her lips, "You want that kind of forced drama?"
At this point, she suddenly realized. , this guy really likes this set.
"I want it! Doesn't Chanchan even know my preferences?" He felt aggrieved.
I didn’t feel too bad at first, so I wanted to act with her, but now I feel really sad.
Wen Chan pursed her lips, sighed again, stepped forward, grabbed Jing Shui's wrist, and threw him to the tree trunk of the big locust tree. "What if? Let me play with you."
She grabbed Jing Shui's hands, pressed them to the top of his head, and leaned forward to kiss him.
Jing Shui's eyes were so bright that he said in a low voice: "Cicada, hold on tight, I...I'm going to resist."
Wen Chan held down both of his wrists with one hand. She used one hand to grab his chin and bit his lips.
Jing Shui struggled twice symbolically, but his expression was full of excitement.
The wilting big locust tree behind me seemed to be full of energy at this moment, and it rustled when the evening breeze blew.
The immersive experience of Jing Shui getting his wish is a forced drama.
Although it wasn't quite what he imagined, the result was pretty good.
What should you perform next time?
While thinking, Jing Shui suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck. He widened his eyes, water flowing in them.
"Cicada, pinch me..."
He was still holding Wen Chan's lips, and his words were sticky.
Wen Chan: "..."
She tried harder.
Then I tasted the taste of Jingshui, which was different from the salty tears of normal people, but very sweet.
She choked her to tears.
Wen Chan frowned and let go of him.
Jing Shui stared at her pitifully, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, and his mouth was red, looking like he was being bullied and crying.
Actually...
"Why don't you faint?" Wen Chan raised her hand to her forehead.
I tried to knock him out, but his neck was almost broken by his pinch, and he had no reaction other than crying out in pain.
Yang Mianmian was hit twice by her trick, and she still hasn’t woken up yet!
"I am... God!"
Jing Shui approached Wen Chan, stretched out his arms to hug her, and buried his head in her neck like a baby, "I won't faint."
"I want to be like Haunting Cicada like a ghost, forever and ever..."
"Okay."
Wen Chan sighed.
Jing Shui's face turned red, "Cicada, are you touching me here? Isn't it a bit too naughty?"
Jing Shui felt Wen Chan touch his buttocks with one hand, slowly Put it up on his waist.
I suddenly became shy.
Wen Chan said nothing.
The next second, the blush on Jing Shui's face faded instantly, and he left Wen Chan's arms, staring nervously at the thing in her hand.
"Originally I wanted to knock you out and steal it. Since you didn't faint, I'll do it directly."
The notebook in Wen Chan's hand was the one Jing Shui had just jotted down.
"Let me see..."
When I opened it, I saw that what was written on it was not words, but pictures of some little figures.
The little stick figures standing next to each other are very abstract. Most of them have been crossed out by him, and some of them were just painted.
Wen Chan: "..."
Jing Shui: "...I practice painting."
Wen Chan raised her eyes and glanced at him, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Is this your deal with Yang Mianmian? Kill someone for her?"
Jing Shui: "..."
"You are not her child. She lets you stay in her belly for no reason. Is she crazy?" Wen Chan said.
This statement clearly shows that she knows everything.
Wen Chan actually guessed that they had a deal.
After all, he almost had his own small tasks to do in each copy. Combined with Yang Mianmian's incident, she guessed that his task this time was to kill people for Yang Mianmian.
I originally wanted to secretly take his grudge book and help him kill those people.
Looking at his abstract notebook now, Wen Chan found that she couldn't understand it at all.
What are these paintings about?
"It's a deal..."
She already knew it, and Jing Shui had nothing to hide.
He reached out and grabbed Wen Chan's hand and shook it gently, "Cicada, please don't scold me. I...the people I killed were not good people..."
Wen Chan patted his shoulder and stuffed the small notebook into his arms.
"I won't scold you, let's go, we will go together."
"Huh?" A result I never thought of.