Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 390, brave and kind
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Yang Jing felt that she had gotten into trouble and couldn't help crying. She fumbled in the direction of Song Qingci, but when she was walking, she touched a square with a rope. card.

Is this her number plate?

A flash of determination flashed in Yang Jing's eyes, and she quickly took off the number plate belonging to Song Qingci around her neck, put on the one she picked up, and sat there, closing her eyes in despair.

Lin Anluo, who was crawling to Song Qingci's side and hugging the black swan's head, felt the black swan's body pause, then pushed her away forcefully, and crawled in another direction with hands and feet.

Where is the black swan going?Did she not kill Song Qingci?
In the darkness, the dull sound of something piercing into the flesh sounded, and the crying girl only had time to let out a short scream, and then fell silent.

"Yang Jing!" Lin Anluo opened her eyes wide, realizing that the plot seemed to be going out of control, she shouted, "What's wrong with you, talk!"

Someone stood up, threw the knife in his hand on the ground, made a crisp clang, and walked through the chaos step by step. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared into the night.

Black Swan's mission is done, and she's gone.

Lin Anluo sat on the ground feeling powerless. She covered her face, took a deep breath, and said in a heavy tone, "She killed Yang Jing."

"Yang Jing must have picked up the White Swan card." Song Qingci said.

"Ah."

After Lin Anluo responded, the two of them didn't speak any more, they each sorted out their feelings after Yang Jing's death.The girl who was joking with them just a few minutes ago ended her young life in front of them. She had a chance to survive but bravely chose to accept death.

It is very contradictory. Yang Jing has hopes for the future and unfulfilled wishes, but she just stubbornly believes that since the white swan is her, Song Qing should not be allowed to die.

And the black swan is stronger than they imagined. The last time Yang Jing was the black swan, she was only empty-handed, but this time No. 29 was actually carrying a weapon.

The bell rang at one o'clock. Lin Anluo summarized her thoughts and began to analyze with Song Qingci, "Judging from the situation just now, the third rule does not have no chance of success. If she can be used as furniture as I said, Suppressed until dawn, the black swan regains the autonomy of its own body, and this night is considered safe."

Song Qingci said, "The two of us couldn't do it. She chopped off one of my hands and stabbed me in the shoulder. Now I don't feel half of my body."

Lin Anluo felt something was wrong just now, if Song Qingci hadn't been injured, she definitely wouldn't have said something to make them vote tomorrow.But her voice was too calm, Lin Anluo couldn't tell that she was beaten to death by the black swan.

Sister Song is really a ruthless person, she is the one who is the most tolerant.

"I'm right. Any rule in this game is a deadly order. Black swans can only move white swans. She never stabbed us innocent geese." Lin Anluo said, "I think we can take advantage of this rule. To generate the third result, it just needs the help of other people, I hope they can believe my words."

Song Qingci said lightly, "If you don't believe it, you have to believe it. If you sit and wait for death, the white swan card will fall on them sooner or later."

Lin Anluo nodded, and then realized that Song Qingci couldn't see, she hummed again, and asked her, "Sister Song, are you in pain?"

They were leaning side by side on the sofa, the two of them were very close, shoulder to shoulder, and they could feel each other's body temperature, which made Lin Anluo feel like she was dependent on each other after a great grief.

(End of this chapter)