After I Transmigrated as a Mermaid, I Transmigrated Back

Twenty minutes later, Wang Junwu came out of the woods with a team of night guards.

Beside him, was Wang Yan whose arms were twisted backwards, and who wore a metal ring like a dog chain around his neck.

Different from the insolent laughter coming from the valley, the eyes of this 19-year-old boy at this time were full of fear and confusion.

"Three dead, grab this one."

After a busy night, Wang Junwu was exhausted.

He signaled his subordinates to take them down, clapped his hands, "The operation is over, let's close the team."

Zhao Xiaokui jumped out of the trunk.

Lin Bai felt a gust of wind blowing past him.

Wang Junwu noticed Zhao Xiaokui's arrival, but before he could stop her, she had already punched Wang Yan in the face.

Wang Yan was directly thrown to the ground by her, with a dazed expression.

After a while, the belated pain made his expression grim. He stared at Zhao Xiaokui, his eyes were so angry that they seemed to be able to spew out flames, he struggled like a fish pressed on the chopping board and yelled: "I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

There was silence all around, and time seemed to be paused. Everyone was watching this scene, but no one stood up to stop her.

Zhao Xiaokui stepped on Wang Yan's face.

His slender and beautiful calves, stepping on heavy military boots, fixed his face firmly on the ground.

He couldn't speak for a moment, he could only writhe his body wildly like a poor caterpillar.

Zhao Xiaokui didn't speak, just stared at him, exerting a little force on his feet.

Wang Yan's head sank little by little into the muddy ground not long after it had rained, tears and snot poured out together, and a sobbing sound came out of his nasal cavity.

He is still very young, only 19 years old.

None of the Nightkeepers present, including Zhao Xiaokui, was younger than him.

The roar of the explosion and the painful groans of the comrades seemed to be still echoing in my ears. Watching this scene, no one felt pity, only joy.

Some people's eyes were red and their fists were clenched tightly, wishing that they were the ones who stomped people on the ground.

But Zhao Xiaokui can do it, they can't.

They are night watchmen, soldiers who enforce orders.

The sky did not know when it began to rain.

patter.

The raindrops hit people's faces, cold.

Wang Yan's anger was extinguished little by little in the rain.

The stench of soil and the smell of fallen leaves rushed into his nostrils.

In an instant, boundless fear hit him.

"Waste, why did I give birth to you, a waste, I should have thrown you to the ground and died when I was in the delivery room!"

"People like you are wasting food when you are alive, wasting land when you die, and polluting the air when you burn it to ashes!"

"You're trash."

Accusations from parents, ridicule from relatives and friends, disappointment from teachers...

No, I'm not trash.

He stretched out his hand and burned these people into coke.

Before he had time to feel the joy of revenge, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

His mother was cooking noodles in the kitchen and asked him loudly, "Do you want one egg or two?"

Father handed a stack of loose money to him with old rough hands, "I borrowed some money from your uncle, and I finally got it all together. Remember to bring your tuition fees to the teacher in the afternoon, and don't let them urge you. "

The younger sister who had just been full moon was in his arms, showing a sweet smile.

Wang Yan almost forgot that he was still lying in the mud, being trampled on his face.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to poke his sister's soft face, he knew how tender her skin would feel, like water.

But before his hand could touch his younger sister's fleshy face, the fire suddenly burst out from his arms.

Mother in the kitchen, father sitting on the couch, the same flames emanating from them.

But they didn't seem to know that they were set ablaze, and their expressions were normal, but there were scorched skin and flesh falling down from their faces and bodies.

Bursts of black smoke came out of them, but in the blink of an eye, their facial features were burned and distorted, making it difficult to recognize their original appearance.

Even so, the smiles on their faces remained the same as usual.

"Eat more meat to grow taller. Here is a piece of chicken leg for you."

"I found a job for you, just in the auto repair shop. You can work hard for two years and learn some skills."

"elder brother……"

"No, no, no—"

Wang Yan desperately wanted to stop those raging fires and keep the beautiful scene in front of him.

Useless.

But it didn't work.

Flame, which was once directed like an arm, did not listen to his call at all.

They burned unscrupulously, burning on his loved ones, and burning his heart.

His lips pursed.

Regret was long overdue.

Zhao Xiaokui lifted his foot and let him go. At this time, Wang Yan was completely immersed in his emotions and forgot to resist.

Two nightmen stepped forward and pulled him up from the ground.

When they got close, they could hear what he said clearly.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

Tears rolled down from his eyes, he was trembling, and said the three words "I'm sorry" over and over again.

But if an apology works, why bother with the police?

Time cannot be turned back. Even if he says sorry a thousand times and ten thousand times, those people killed by him will not be able to come back to life.

"It's the first time to participate in the nightman's operation, how does it feel?"

In the car, after learning that the operation was over, Su Mingyue sent a message to Zhao Xiaokui.

"tired."

Zhao Xiaokui, who was about to fall asleep, heard the news and replied with squinted eyes.

In the arrest operation tonight, Zhao Xiaokui made great efforts.

She was the first to spot the helicopter, and it was she who knocked it down with the water jet.

If she hadn't led Lin Bai and Gou Rixin to bypass the minefield, the suspect might not have been captured smoothly today.

Moreover, the possible losses of the night bearer will far exceed the present.

Su Mingyue, who was at the back, also heard about her record, praised her and asked, "Although the trial time hasn't been set yet, it should be within this month. Do you want to come and see it then?"

Zhao Xiaokui: "Can I come and see?"

Su Mingyue: "Yes, if you join the Nightcrawler, you will be credited for tonight's actions."

Zhao Xiaokui pursed her lips, "I'll think about it again."

As she spoke and considered, she knew in her heart that she had already been shaken.

She is a transcendent.

Moreover, he is an extraordinary person who has lived in a truly extraordinary world for five years.

If she didn't have those five years of experience, she might be like most ordinary people, working hard for fame, fortune and status all her life.

But having seen the magnificence and beauty of the extraordinary world, and experienced the beauty of life transition, how could she be willing to waste her life on worldly fame and fortune?

She closed her eyes.

Mixed thoughts.

The black convoy was on the way back, and a gleam of light was quietly appearing on the far horizon.

Shen Zhifei woke up from the darkness.

There was no sign of Zhao Xiaokui in the villa.

She belatedly felt a little extraordinary.

She was dreaming again.

What I dreamed was still the scene of the mermaid kingdom.

She didn't wander around, but followed the mermaid girl with the golden fishtail.

See her being mocked, see her fight back, see her hysterical, and see her cry silently in the dark.

When she woke up, the suffocating pain still seemed to be lingering in her heart.

She wanted to convince herself that none of this was true, but it wasn't easy.

Whether it's the frown when you don't like the food, or the trembling little finger when you're sad, they are all telling her clearly——

This is Zhao Xiaokui.

No matter how much she denies it and doesn't want to believe it, those are Zhao Xiaokui's past.

It's the past of the girl who would slump on the sofa, watch sand sculpture variety shows, and laugh out loud.

She had been so painful, so lonely, so... helpless.

In the dream, she didn't know how many times she wanted to hug that seemingly stubborn girl, wanted to wipe the tears off her face, and wanted to stand behind her when they surrounded her.

But she can't.

Except for the sculpture in the middle, no one or anything in the mermaid kingdom is aware of her existence.

She could only watch helplessly as the mermaid girl passed through her body again and again, and listened to the unscrupulous ridicule of those people...

Shen Zhifei has never felt powerless like in a dream.

The Night Carrier's car sent Zhao Xiaokui to the gate of the villa.

She opened the door and got off the car, and saw Shen Zhifei standing outside the door.

Shen Zhifei was leaning against the door wearing a khaki windbreaker, her eyes were closed, and under the faint morning light, her face was whiter than paper.

Hearing the movement, she raised her head to look over, and smiled when her eyes swept over Zhao Xiaokui.

Tiredness made Zhao Xiaokui jump out of the car, and only then did she feel her breath.

She said goodbye to the night guard in the car, and ran towards Shen Zhifei, "Why are you outside?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhifei suddenly bent down and reached out to hug her.

Zhao Xiaokui was hugged by her, and she was stunned, not as cruel and vicious when facing the enemy.

The girl's body was as soft as a ball of cotton.

Shen Zhifei could hear the heart in the mermaid girl's chest, which was more powerful than ordinary people, beating non-stop.

This is not a dream.

The person in the arms is real.

This realization made Shen Zhifei suddenly relax.

She closed her eyes, buried her head on Zhao Xiaokui's neck, took a deep breath of the unique sweet fragrance of the mermaid girl, and said, "I want to see you soon."

Thinking of... even the distance from the entrance to the living room, I can't wait.

Zhao Xiaokui's cheeks gradually turned red, and the corners of her lips parted, revealing a silly smile.

"Really," she said awkwardly, "How old are you, how can you act like a baby better than me."

"I'm so hungry! You have to eat what Zhifei cooks to get better!"

As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Xiaokui yelled.

After a busy night, she ate a lollipop and a few toffee, and her hungry stomach growled.

Shen Zhifei opened the refrigerator and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Xiaokui was hungry and didn't want to bother her girlfriend early in the morning, so she said, "Just cook a bowl of noodles."

Shen Zhifei glanced at the refrigerator.

With Zhao Xiaokui around, such leftovers never appeared in Shen Zhifei's refrigerator. It was filled with fresh vegetables, eggs and meat that were just stuffed in yesterday.

Shen Zhifei took a piece of lean meat, a few green onions and a bag of bread.

Although Zhao Xiaokui is not a picky eater, she doesn't eat much of what she doesn't like. The same is noodles. She can eat a bowl of noodles cooked like noodles, but she can only eat a bowl of ordinary thin noodles.

Grinding the lean meat in the meat grinder, Shen Zhifei turned on two stoves at the same time.

Boil water on one stove and oil on the other.

The faint blue flame licked the bottom of the pot, and the oil in the pot quickly rose into green smoke.

Pour the minced meat into the pot, stir-fry until it changes color, then add cooking wine and chopped ginger, and then various seasonings, stir-fry until fragrant.

The minced meat, which is moderately fat and thin, quickly changes color in the pot, wrapped in thick oil, and the smell of meat spreads along with the aroma of garlic.

After the whistle is fried, the water in another pot just boils, pour a spoonful of it, and golden oily flowers will float out.

Put the noodles into boiling water. After 3 minutes, scoop them up with a slotted spoon. Pour them into a bowl after submerged in cold water.

The hand that took the pot poured the whistle on the surface more easily than before, clattering——

Take out the green vegetables that have been scalded with residual temperature and place them on a plate, and the green onions cut into small sections are finely sprinkled on the top.

Shen Zhifei tidied up the kitchen and walked out with his face in his face.

The person who usually clung to her while she was cooking was lying on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed.

She put her face on the dining room table, and was about to call someone up, but noticed that the girl with her eyes closed was frowning slightly, with fine cold sweat dripping from her forehead, as if she was having a nightmare.

Shen Zhifei pulled a piece of paper and wiped the sweat off the girl's forehead.

Zhao Xiaokui opened her eyes, and there was tiredness in her eyes. She moaned and said, "My head hurts..."

Shen Zhifei touched her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feeling the cool hand on his forehead, Zhao Xiaokui said, "It hurts."