After becoming a mermaid, the group of friends exploded

Even so, Jiao Lan gave an impatient "tsk", turned around and found a package from behind the bed, "This is yours, right?"

Cheng Jing grabbed the red bed sheet, looked at the package in Jiao Lan's hand, and was stunned, "It's mine, why are you here?"

Jiao Lan said: "I saw that someone threw it out, so I picked it up."

Cheng Jing was stunned, knowing that Chong Yang had lost it, so he didn't say anything. He reached out and took the package. There were two sets of clothes in it, one was bought for him by Tienu, and the other was his own casual clothes. The coarse cloth clothes he bought, he dug out the unremarkable coarse cloth clothes and quickly changed into them.

"Follow me now, don't make a sound." Jiao Lan said softly.

"How do we leave?"

"Of course I have a solution." As he said, that face began to change under Cheng Jing's nose, and in just a moment, it had already turned into another rather handsome face. Lang Xing's eyes seemed to be filled with pride. Looking at Cheng Jing, "Just change your face."

Cheng Jing looked at all these changes, this day gave him too much shock, and now he was a little numb, he asked almost indifferently: "What about me?"

Jiao Lan curled her lips in disappointment, and said, "Forget it, don't play anymore, come with me."

With that said, he stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Jing's arm, and walked straight to the door of the room.

"You are crazy, there are people guarding outside!" Cheng Jing said in a low voice.

Jiao Lan sighed, and said with a smile, "There is no one outside."

With that said, Jiao Lan pushed open the door and pulled Cheng Jing out.

Cheng Jing closed her eyes subconsciously, feeling that Jiao Lan was still pulling him out without any hesitation, then opened her eyes again, and saw the two men outside the door had fallen to the ground, life or death unknown .

"They, what did you do to them?"

"I used some tricks to make them fall asleep." Jiao Lan replied casually, her movements had already become irritable, "We have to hurry up, Chongyang won't be able to drag on for long, we won't even be able to leave if we slow down. "His tone also contained a little eagerness.

Cheng Jing tried her best to keep up with his pace, and they walked out of the yard. Jiao Lan said before that the place was surrounded by layers, but now there is no one guarding it, and it is empty instead. Cheng Jing didn't have time to be surprised, Jiao Lan dragged her arm all the way to the mountain road.

At this moment, the atmosphere became tense, Jiao Lan stopped talking, his pace became faster and faster, and he squeezed Cheng Jing's arm harder and harder.

Stumbling behind Jiao Lan, he didn't wear shoes, his bare feet stepped on the road covered with fine gravel, his face was twisted, Jiao Lan heard his gasp, looked back at him, and saw him With no time to hide his expression, he looked down and saw his bare feet exposed outside his trousers, his expression froze, "Why are you so stupid." He sighed and let go of Cheng Jing's arm Hands, leaned over and raised his legs, took off his shoes, and threw them on the ground, "Put on mine, hurry up."

Cheng Jing only hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick up the pair of black boots and put them on.

Just after putting on the shoes and before standing upright, she heard Jiao Lan's gloomy voice, "You're very lucky."

Cheng Jing paused, slowly straightened up, saw Chongyang in front of him, and felt slightly startled, for no other reason than Chongyang's face was gray and ugly like a dead man, and his white clothes were stained with dark The dark red bloodstains seemed to be leaking from the clothes. Cheng Jing wanted to ask something, but as if thinking of something, he glanced at Jiao Lan very quickly, and his heart was as clear as a mirror.

Chongyang didn't look at Cheng Jing, he said softly: "What are you, exactly?" There was a kind of icy chill in Chongyang's voice, but if you listen carefully, there is a little trill in this voice.

Jiao Lan stood upright with his back to Cheng Jing. Hearing Chong Yang's words, he couldn't help laughing. With such a handsome face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, that smile was full of evil and treacherous. Kind of sinister, "Why do you ask?" His tone is different from the gentleness of his expression.

Shen Zhongyang raised his hand to stop the person who was going forward, his eyes were like knives fixed on this man who looked exactly like the dead Han Wu, and his face became more and more gloomy.

Time rewinds to two quarters of an hour ago.

Chong Yang saw the abnormal state of Xiaosi's death, and he felt a little bit bad. He tripled his manpower to protect the yard, and felt that even a fly could not fly in, but after a while Han Wu came to report with a dazed face, saying that he had caught a man who was sneaking around the mountain. The man looked very terrifying, most of the flesh and blood disappeared from his face, and his bones were exposed, but he was still able to speak. , yelling at him, at this point, Han Wu's face showed a trace of panic, he continued: "The belt of Xiao Si was held in his hand and played, I am afraid that he is the murderer who killed Xiao Si, I just don't know what he is..."

After hearing this, Chongyang knew that Han Wu would not lie to him, but he half believed it, but whether it was true or not, this person could not be brought to him. There are too many people here. He thought about it, and asked: "Where is that man now?" Han Wu is also the governor, and immediately said: "This subordinate just tied up the monster and threw it into a bush , will not be discovered."

Chongyang only thought for a moment, then said: "Take me to have a look."

Han Wu responded, turned behind Chong Yang, pushed the wheelchair and walked to the place he said.

After a while, he arrived at the place Han Wu mentioned, but he didn't see the person in the grass. His eyes fell on the grass without any trace of crushing, and he asked with certainty, "Is it here?"

"Yes," Han Wu strode forward, leaned over and glanced at the bushes, and said in a strange tone, "It's strange, why did it disappear."

Chong Yang frowned and looked up at Han Wu.

Han Wu met his eyes, and a slightly distorted smile appeared on that handsome face, "Oh, I was wrong, look at my memory, isn't this here!" He said with a low smile, his hands Putting it on his waist, he touched the handle of the knife at his waist, and slowly pulled out the knife under Shen Chongyang's gloomy gaze.

Chong Yang clenched the handle of the wheelchair tightly with his fingers, and said, "Han Wu, what do you want to do?"

Han Wu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Can't you see?" He raised the handle of the knife with his backhand and pointed it at Chongyang, the silver tip of the knife glaring brightly in the sun, "It's okay if you can't see it, you will soon Then you will know——" He said softly, with a wave of his forearm, the tip of the knife, which was emitting a cold light in the sun, stabbed Shen Zhongyang's chest swiftly and fiercely.

Chong Yang watched the knife coming towards him, and it was too late to hide, but just when the knife was about to penetrate his chest, Han Wu stretched out a hand very quickly, grabbed the knife and held it. On his right arm, the tip of the knife stopped very close to Chongyang, and the thin blade trembled and made a trembling sound.

Shen Chongyang raised his head slowly, and saw Han Wu's blushed face with a slightly frightened expression. When he moved his lips to say something, his expression changed again, showing an irritable expression like a different person , He let out a "tsk", let go of the hand holding his right arm, raised the knife and patted it on the palm of his hand, and without giving Chong Yang any time to react, he raised the knife and opened a bloody gash in him.

Chong Yang grabbed the small knife that had sunk into his body, his eyes were cold and calm and said: "You are not Han Wu."

Han Wu drew out the knife with a sneer, and clasped the trembling hand with his other hand, saying, "You're very smart, but it's useless."

As he spoke, he held the knife in both hands, his cold eyes slid across Shen Chongyang's fair and slender neck, he slowly raised the knife, and was about to chop off the head on Shen Chongyang's neck, but only for a moment, he He lost control of his body.

Zhongyang watched the expression on Han Wu's face change again, and it became a kind of deep and complicated, "This subordinate deserves to die, and this subordinate deserves death." After saying each word, he looked deeply at Zhongyang. , the hesitation in his eyes dissipated, revealing a kind of resolute firmness, he did not put down the knife he held high, but turned his backhand and wiped it towards his neck.

Shen Zhongyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stretched out his hand vainly, but he didn't make a sound to stop him. In his eyes, no matter how stupid a person was, he could see these changes. His eyes seemed calm. In fact, he looked at Han Wu's body in horror, knowing that this matter was full of absurdity.

However, before he turned his wheelchair back, he met the guards going down the mountain, and he knew that someone pretended to be Han Wu and asked them to go down the mountain to find him.

Now that he really saw the man with the same score as Han Wuchang, Shen Zhongyang felt deep fear in his heart. His face was ugly because he didn't bandage the wound. He stared at the man, ignoring his rhetorical question, "Is your goal? he?"

Jiao Lan glanced back at Cheng Jing, smiled at Zhong Yang Chunliang, "Yes, I want to take him away."

Shen Zhongyang coughed, and moved his eyes from Jiao Lan to Cheng Jing's face, "You want to leave me and go with him?" His voice was as cold as a stone, and his gloomy eyes were projected on Cheng Jing, With a sense of oppression that makes it hard to breathe.

Cheng Jing glanced at Jiao Lan, speechless, Jiao Lan took the lead and said: "Of course he wants to go with me, if you are smart, let us leave, otherwise I will make a move, who the hell It doesn't matter who dies or who gets hurt."

His light-colored eyes were full of sternness. He didn't speak to Jiao Lan. He looked at Cheng Jing and said in a low voice, "Answer me, Cheng Jing." As cold as a knife.

Cheng Jing's face hurt from his gaze, he quickly glanced at Chong Yang, and said softly: "I want to go back." His voice was a little weak, shame and nervousness welled up in his heart, he knew what he said The words he said undoubtedly violated his previous promise, but he couldn't explain it now, and he knew in his heart that the so-called explanation was just an excuse.

Shen Zhongyang was silent for a long time, he smiled lowly, his voice weakened, he raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Jing again, his light-colored eyes were filled with a layer of indifference, "I overestimate you Yes, Cheng Jing." He said softly.