The warm breath spewed on the pinnae, and Wen Qing's ears turned red instantly.
He immediately turned his head to avoid Song Xuan's intimate touch.
Wen Qing moved the chair back, and distanced herself from Song Xuan.
Song Xuan didn't care about Wen Qing's movements, he didn't go any further, leaning sideways on Wen Qing's desk, watching quietly.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and began to ponder.
There are two choices before him now.
Either ask Fu Ranxiu, or ask Song Xuan.
Fu Ranxiu is a hand controler. If you want to touch it, you have already touched your neck. You don't know where to touch it next time...
Song Xuan is a mad dog, he also wants to touch and stick, and when he becomes crazy, he doesn't know what he will do...
In contrast, at least Fu Ranxiu would not force him.
and…
Wen gently pursed his lips, thinking, and now he is sure that Fu Ranxiu is bad and the manipulator of everything.
He can also use the halo of the victim to ask Fu Ranxiu to do things.
Thinking of this, Wen Qing pinched his palms and said to Song Xuan, "You must be hungry."
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at him for a while, glanced at the bathroom beside him, and asked, "Are you going to find Fu Ranxiu?"
Wen was slightly taken aback.
Seeing this, Song Xuan became more and more sure that Wen Qing was going to find Fu Ranxiu.
He raised the corner of his mouth and said to Wen Qing, "That guy Fu Ranxiu is a pervert."
Wen Qing thought silently in her heart, you are also a pervert.
Song Xuan pressed his tongue with his cheek, stared at Wen Qing's hand, and said, "That guy is more perverted than me."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, thinking, don't belittle yourself so much.
You two are equally perverted.
Wen Qing's expression did not relax at all, and a trace of hostility gradually rose between Song Xuan's brows.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Boom boom boom—"
Song Xuan asked coldly, "Who?"
"I... Brother Song." Huang Mao's voice sounded outside the door.
Song Xuan expressionless: "Get out."
Hearing the anger in his voice, Huang Mao didn't dare to make too much noise, and opened the door cautiously.
He tremblingly walked to Song Xuan's side, glanced at Wen Qing who was sitting peacefully on the chair, and hesitated whether to speak or not.
Song Xuan: "Say something quickly, and fart quickly."
Huang Mao looked at Wen Qing again, and said falteringly: "Brother Song, this, this transfer—"
Before he could say the word "sheng", he was kicked on the ground by Song Xuan.
Huang Mao was caught off guard by the kick, and subconsciously grabbed something to stabilize himself, but he grabbed an empty chair, fell heavily on the ground, and the chair fell on his legs, making a loud noise as the stainless steel chair feet rubbed against the ground.
Wen Qing was startled by the movement, and nervously looked at the yellow hair lying on the ground.
Huang Mao was obviously used to similar things. He lifted the chair, endured the pain in his legs, stood up tremblingly, and stammered: "Song, Brother Song..."
He didn't know what he did wrong, or what he said wrong.
Song Xuan raised his eyelids and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.
He looked sideways at Wen Qing, and said to Huang Mao, "This is your Brother Meng."
Huangmao: "???"
Wen Qing: "???"
Seeing Huang Mao froze in place, Song Xuan uttered two words coldly: "Call someone."
Huang Mao was so frightened that he turned his head and bowed ninety degrees to Wen Qing, shouting at the top of his voice, "Brother Meng!"
Wen Qing looked at him silently, not knowing what to say, hesitated for a moment and stopped talking.
Song Xuan asked Huang Mao with a sullen face, "What the hell is going on?"
Huang Mao said quickly: "Chen Gou said that the things are here, and they are downstairs."
"Would you like to see it?"
Hearing this, Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. He had just seen Wang Feng's knife.
At this moment, Huang Mao said that something has arrived, and it is hard not to associate it with the weekend.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and her expression changed obviously.
Song Xuan looked at his eyelashes trembling like little flying insects, paused with his fingertips, and said to Huang Mao: "Let's go."
Huang Mao turned his head to look at Wen Qing again, and asked tentatively, "Then, that Brother Meng?"
Song Xuan turned his head to look at Wen Qing.
Of course Wen Qing wanted to watch it, but knew that Song Xuan would not let him watch it for nothing.
He thought to himself that Song Xuan was not here, so he had a chance to ask Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing said slowly, "I'm going to sleep."
Huang Mao quickly responded: "Sleep slowly."
After speaking, he walked quickly to the door and opened it for Song Xuan.
Wen Qing sat on the chair, heard the sound of the two people's footsteps fading away, and quickly got up and walked to the door.
He glanced out, but there was no one in the corridor.
Wen Qing hurriedly closed the door, not noticing the corner of the white clothes flashing past the corridor.
He strode towards the bathroom, wanting to use props, but when he passed by Song Xuan's desk, he stopped abruptly.
Song Xuan's mobile phone is still on the table.
Wen Qing glanced at the bathroom, there was a pattering sound of water, Fu Ranxiu was still taking a bath, it should take a while.
He immediately picked up his phone and swiped up.
There is no lock.
Wen Qing's eyes lit up, there were not many apps on the phone's desktop.
He clicked on WeChat immediately.
Unexpectedly, Song Xuan's WeChat is almost blank, with only two chat boxes.
One for bodyguard No. 1, and the other for bodyguard No. 2.
The content is also very ordinary, about picking him up at school and sorting out his things in the dormitory.
Song Xuan doesn't have many friends on WeChat, so there is no note.
Wen Qing frowned, and clicked on the phone album.
What caught my eye was a photo of my back, in the classroom.
I don't know when Song Xuan took the sneak shot.
Wen Qing resisted the urge to delete and swiped forward.
There are not many photos in the album, most of them are beating people, photos and small videos of beating people.
The people inside were all wearing the uniforms of Dezhi High School, and Wen Qing couldn't tell who the person who was beaten was.
There was nothing to see in the photo album, so Wen lightly clicked on the text message to take a look.
Song Xuan didn't have many text messages.
Unexpectedly, Wen Qing saw a familiar name.
Ji Sheng.
The last conversation was three years ago.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she clicked on the text message with Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng: [Student, that guy named Fu Ranxiu in your class is quite funny.]
Song Xuan: [He is a psychopath.]
Ji Sheng: [Haha, it's more fun.]
Ji Sheng: [Student, it seems that I have met someone who is very suitable for me.]
Song Xuan: […]
Ji Sheng: [It's a little priest, so cute.]
Ji Sheng: [He knows.]
Ji Sheng: [We are going to go abroad.]
Song Xuan: [I saw the news.]
Ji Sheng did not reply to Song Xuan's message.
Wen Qing looked at the chat records blankly, it seemed that this was the Ji Sheng he knew.
But he didn't know which high school Ji Sheng studied in.
Wen Qing quickly clicked on the webpage and searched for Wenshi, Jisheng, Jiyu.
Sure enough, I saw the news about the serial murder case.
A family of three murdered and dismembered their bodies, and were sentenced to death.
The photo attached to the news is mosaic, but it is not difficult to see Ji Sheng's family.
Wen Qing stared at the news in a daze, and asked 001: [System, didn't you say that the copies will not overlap?]
001 replied flatly: [There is no overlap.]
[This is a new copy.]
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: [So the copy of Mizong is really in the same city as this copy, but in a different timeline?]
001 didn't answer, it couldn't answer.
Wen Qing was a little dazed. It was at most two months before going to the lost copy, but now it has been three years.
Copies are linked.
This dungeon has something to do with Ji Sheng? Or is it really related to Ji Yu
Is this a real little world
The flow of time in the human world is different from that in this world.
Is the punishment still there
...
Wen Qing's mind was in a mess, he clenched his phone tightly and wanted to call Xing Xuan.
After clicking on the dial interface, he suddenly realized that he didn't remember the number of Xingxuan.
"Click—" the bathroom door opened.
The scent of mint-flavored shower gel instantly filled the entire bedroom.
Wen Qing recovered immediately, subconsciously hid the phone in her pocket, and looked towards the bathroom.
Fu Ranxiu stood in the bathroom, but just opened the door without looking over.
He was covered in moisture, and his rimless eyes were also fogged up a little.
Sensing Wen Qing's straight gaze, Fu Ranxiu tilted his head and asked indifferently, "Do you want to wash?"
"No, no need." Wen shook his head lightly.
He stabilized his mind and didn't think about the lost things. The most urgent thing is to pass this dungeon now.
Wen Qing quickly ran through the questions she had prepared before, and immediately ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.
Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu's eyes moved slightly, and he asked lightly, "Have you considered it?"
Wen nodded slightly.
Yes, think about it.
He wants to use props, he's a pervert.
Wen gently closed her eyes, and said "I am a victim" silently three times in her heart.
He held his breath, and heard the sound of the tool taking effect.
[[Victim Halo] has taken effect.]
Wen Qing hadn't had time to be happy, but when she opened her eyes, she felt something was wrong.
Fu Ranxiu stood in front of him, looking at him with serious eyes, without any warmth in his eyes.
wrong.
Not the same as Black Tail's reaction.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, and he stammered and asked the system: [Yes, is there something wrong?]
001 read the function of the victim's halo: [kind-hearted species will have evil thoughts about you, want to bully you and make you cry, treacherous and greedy species will have good thoughts about you, want to protect you, love you you.]
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at Fu Ranxiu in panic.
The prop works.
Fu Ranxiu didn't get better...
That is to say...
Wen Qing couldn't believe it: [Fu, Fu Ranxiu is kind-hearted? ?]
[Did I make a mistake? !]
001 was quiet for a moment, and said to Wen Qing: [No.]
Wen Qing: [But he is obviously a pervert!]
001: [He is a... kind-hearted pervert.]
Wen Qing: "???"
Fu Ranxiu slowly raised his hand, took off his glasses, and pushed back the hair on his forehead, revealing sharp eyebrows.
His temperament was quite different from before, it wasn't the coldness coming from his bones, but a kind of prey floating on the surface.
Fu Ranxiu stared at the panic-stricken Wen Qing, with the corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing a nasty smile.
"Your hands are beautiful."
I want to cry.