Chapter 371 The food has deteriorated, the corpse of the god
Zhang Lijiu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and [Turtle Breath Art] could not suppress her heart rate. Her fingers clasped the bed sheets tightly, and her knuckles It turns white due to force.
Her throat tightened, as if an invisible hand had strangled her breath.
"Cuicui?"
She called softly, her voice trembling so hard that she could hardly hear it.
No response.
The room was terriblely quiet.
"Cuicui!"
Zhang Liyao raised her voice, but she still received no response.
Ninety terrible thoughts suddenly flashed through her mind, each of which made her feel a biting chill.
Zhang Lijiu's heartbeat almost stopped. She stared at Feng Yuhuai: "What did you do to her?"
Feng Yuhuai looked at Zhang Lijiu without blinking, and her smile was still gentle:
"It's just to let her sleep. Cuicui didn't have a good rest and was too sad and excited. Sleeping can nourish her mind and be good for her health."
Her fingers gently caressed her fingers Going over Cuicui's cheek, his movements were as gentle as if he was stroking a work of art, and he was a little angry:
"Otherwise, Li Ji thought I would do to Cuicui, your question Is it a little strange? ”
Zhang Lijiu felt relieved, and she didn't vomit until she finished her breath, and her scalp was numb.
She raised her chin stiffly and looked at Feng Yuhuai's gentle and picturesque face. Her face was still beautiful, but her eyes were as dark as two black holes that devoured light.
Zhang Lijiu's mouth twitched, and the expression on her face was as stiff as if it was frozen.
After three seconds, she pulled out an ugly smile:
"Sorry Yuhuai, Xiaojuan is gone. I'm a little nervous these two days. I just think it's like Cuicui's brain is not easy to use, and you make her faint, and she will be even more stupid when she wakes up."
Feng Yuhuai didn't chase and bite her. In the past two days, her mind returned to her previous agility. She didn't know why, but she still had nothing to do with Xiaojuan.
It's probably because the quality of the last late-night snack was so good, it contained some brain-tonifying effects, but I don't know how long the efficacy lasts.
This made Feng Yuhuai want to swallow Cuicui and Zhang Lixiang quickly, but he was a little reluctant to let it go. This mentality is that foodies who like food should be able to empathize with it. "It's a pity that if you don't eat this late-night snack, it will probably deteriorate. Alas--"
Feng Yuhuai looked at Zhang Lijiu's stiff side face and unconsciously licked the dog's teeth with her tongue tip. , thinking quietly in my heart.
Feng Yuhuai narrowed his eyes, hid the fierce light of selecting people in his pupils, covered his mouth and chuckled: "Yes, Cuicui has always been reckless and stupid.
But why are you so calm today? It really makes me look at you with admiration. I still remember that you were yelling to avenge Yazhi every day. "
Zhang Lijiu's heartbeats abruptly When she took a photo, she could feel Feng Yuhuai's eyes wandering along her carotid artery, as if measuring the angle of his mouth biting.
"One Yazhi, the other Xiaojuan,"
She forced herself to look directly into Feng Yuhuai's eyes, "I realized that I should grow up. Revenge is not a slogan on my lips, but to accumulate energy and slowly take it."
< br>Feng Yuhuai moved his palm away and showed his bright and neat teeth - the smile reminded Zhang Lijiu of the wild beasts before he preyed.
"Okay, our glaze has grown too."
Her voice is as sweet as honey:
"Then you sleep with Cuicui for a while and accumulate energy. I'll go to a competition and go back."
Zhang Liyao looked at Feng Yuhuai's back as he pulled out of the door, his tense nerves Relax a little.
She forced a smile: "When Cuicui wakes up, I will take her to cheer for you."
"Okay!" Feng Yuhuai stuck out his tongue and licked his red lips.
She raised her hands and casually put her long hair like a waterfall in her palm. She tied her long hair high with a bright red rope, and a few soft hairs slid off her ears.
The red rope flashed slightly in the light, like traces of blood clots, forming a sharp contrast with her slender white fingers.
The ponytail swung proudly behind her, rubbing against the martial arts uniform on her back, making a "hiss-hiss--" sound, like a ready-to-go poisonous snake secretly sucking and spitting dangerous Snake's letter.
Watching Feng Yuhuai's figure disappear at the door until the other party's back completely disappears in the corridor.
Zhang Lijiu slowly loosened his hands holding the sheets. His fingers became stiff and white due to the long-term force. His nails were deeply embedded in the palm of his palm, and even some red blood marks were scarred.
Zhang Lijiu took a deep breath, barely supported herself, walked slowly towards the door, reached out to push the door gently, and then locked it.
The crisp "click" sound seemed particularly clear in the quiet room. She stared at the door lock for a moment, confirming that it had been locked, and then turned around and staggered.
She walked back to the bed and sat down, her slightly trembling hands carefully extended to Cuicui's nose.
Confirming the temperature of breathing on the index finger, Zhang Lijiu collapsed on the bed like a loss, hugging the sleeping Cuicui tightly in her arms from behind, and her body was still trembling slightly.
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"I can't deal with the monster Feng Yuhuai alone. I must find a helper, a powerful enough helper that I can trust..."
The feeling of fatigue surged up like a tide, soaking her consciousness.
In a daze, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her thoughts were gradually swallowed by the dim tiredness, and she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it seemed that several hours had passed, and the noise on campus had become smaller, and the rumbling sound of thunder came from the sky.
Cuicui woke up for a while and was staring out the window in a daze. When she saw Zhang Lijiu wake up, she said in a warm voice in a pale face:
"Glazed, it's raining!"
………….
The gods of the old era always prefer to use heavy rain as erasers.
Whenever the greed and blood in the world accumulate too deeply, the thunder of Olympus will roar, and the glazed tiles of Lingxiao Palace will shatter, and the sky will pour out, carrying the supreme majesty. The filthy earth was washed away completely.
The vast white area seemed to be spread out again, waiting for humans to write their destiny again.
Those devout believers kneel in the mud, singing chants, praying for forgiveness in their trembling voices.
They firmly believe that every lightning that pierces the sky is an annotation of the gods, and every fierce flood is a cleaning process that restarts the world, as if after the heavy rain of heaven's punishment, decay will eventually be transformed into rebirth.
Unfortunately, the gods of the new era have already fallen.
Their corpses lie across the clouds - the clouds in the physical sense, huge and cold, filling the sky, covering the sun, and not moving.
Tianhe no longer exists, and replaced by countless crisscrossing steel brackets and mechanical pipelines.
Three million alloy water pipes are tangled on the top of their heads, forming a huge ureteral net, and the dull breathing of the hydraulic pump replaces the thunder's thunder.
When the chrome-plated pipes began to spasm regularly, the people in the lower city knew that it was time to receive the "baptism" again - the upper city's digestive system was draining the metabolic circulating water through the artificial sphincter.
They call this rain.
Oh, by the way, don't get me wrong. As long as the daytime, this kind of "rain" will never be accompanied by the gloomy sky.
Because hundreds of millions of colorful "suns" are always high. They are energy and symbols. They cannot be covered up and will not be extinguished during the day.
And, the sun is waterproof!
So,
The people in the Lower City call all this more affectionately - Sun Rain!
(This chapter ends)