Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

The floor heating is turned on in the room, and the temperature is the most suitable twenty degrees in winter. It is neither cold nor hot enough to make people bored.

This temperature made Cheng Ji feel painful, suddenly cold and hot, his frozen subcutaneous blood vessels and nerve endings began to stretch, and the stretching would make the blood flow, and it would feel a little itchy, and even go limp.

He was so soft that he wished he could lie down and sleep, but he couldn't, he heard scolding from the living room.

It was Shen Zimo's voice, full of fear, intermittent.

Cheng Ji bent down, closed his eyes, supported his knees with both hands to adjust his breathing, his thick and beautiful eyelashes brushed like flies' legs trembled, he decided to give himself 30 seconds to rest.

...It's only 30 seconds, there shouldn't be any major incidents over there.

He silently counted the seconds in his heart, and when the time was up, he suddenly opened his eyes and walked towards the living room, his dark pupils were filled with murderous aura.

A struggle of great disparity was going on in the living room, and no one noticed his arrival.

The slippery man with a greasy tongue was no longer in the room, only Qi Beisong and Shen Zimo were left here.

Qi Beisong was neat and tidy, but his forehead hair was a little disheveled. Shen Zimo huddled in a corner with tears in his eyes.

Qi Beisong stood straddling his body, with his head bowed and his chest heaving, his gloomy face was expressionless.

It can be seen that he is angry, the kind of anger of being provoked and resisted by someone who is always superior, so that he loses his mind and cannot control his strength, like a scumbag.

He stared at Shen Zimo at his feet like a bloodthirsty beast, his chest was full of the desire to abuse.

"What are you calling me?" he asked slowly.

"I'll scold you..." Shen Zimo said, "I'll just scold you. A gentleman doesn't use his words. Why do you treat me like this? I'm just here to deliver wine..."

"It's late." Qi Beisong said, "Think before you speak, don't scold, you can't take it back."

He reached out and pinched Shen Zimo's chin with enough force to crush the bones.

Suddenly Cheng Ji flashed out from behind him, picked up the vase and smashed it on the back of his head, then grabbed his shoe and slapped him hard on the head a few times!

"You fucked me up!" Cheng Ji scolded softly, "Who is the audience for this book!"

The European-style vase is placed on the side table of the sofa for decoration. Cheng Ji just passed by there. In fact, he thinks that it is best to hold a leather lever for the toilet in his hand at this time, so that he can directly drive it to Qibei. Song's face, let the garbage taste the sewer smell that suits him best.

Qi Beisong fell to the ground in response, and half of his body weighed heavily on Shen Zimo, who screamed because of this.

Cheng Ji stepped forward quickly, grabbed it with his right hand, and made a standard "stop" movement in the process of advancing, signaling him to keep quiet.

keep quiet!He mouthed to Shen Zimo.

Shen Zimo was dumbfounded due to excessive shock, Cheng Ji patted his tear-stained face twice, and asked silently: Did you hear me?

After several seconds, Shen Zimo finally nodded.

Cheng Ji expressed satisfaction, opened Qi Beisong's big sesame seed cake, and pulled Shen Zi into silence.

Now listen to my command, Cheng Ji signaled.

Shen Zimo stood up straight trembling, and nodded again.

There is a situation report, Cheng Ji said again.

"Yes." Shen Zimo agreed.

Cheng Ji said: Put on your clothes first.

Shen Zimo then started to button his buttons, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't control them at all.

Cheng Ji beckoned him to come over, and lowered his head to button the few remaining shirt buttons for him.

Shen Zimo saw several fresh wounds on the opponent's hands through blurred tear eyes, and the tips of his fingers were still bluish white from the cold, and they were also trembling, but he deliberately controlled them.

"Your knee is hurt," he trembled.

Cheng Ji looked down with his eyes, only to see blood stains, his lips parted and he said: It's okay, it was knocked on the wall.

After getting dressed, he patted Shen Zimo on the shoulder and signaled: "Let's go!"

He turned into the master bedroom, pulled off the big bed sheet in the master bedroom, and then pulled off the bed sheet in the guest bedroom, and quickly tied the two sheets together diagonally, with one end tied around Shen Zimo's waist and the other tied around his waist.

After confirming, he took Shen Zimo into the bathroom of the master bedroom, pointed to the open window and said, "Let's climb down, you first and then me."

Here he was able to speak in a low voice, for it was absolutely inaudible in the outer corridors, separated by several walls.

"Climb down?" Shen Zimo asked in confusion, his throat was already cracked by the fright he suffered just now.

Cheng Ji looked outside and said, "This is only the third floor, and the window sill is less than ten meters from the ground. You don't have the guts, do you? Besides, I'm pulling you."

"I... I haven't tried."

"Then try it." Cheng Ji said.

Shen Zimo looked at him and saw that he was quite determined, not like joking, so while trembling, he mustered up the courage to turn over the window sill.

"Stand on that stone flower." Cheng Ji patted the back of his hand to remind him, "Run after getting down, don't worry about other things."

"how about you?"

"Don't worry about me either."

"Who are you?" Shen Zimo asked, "Why did you save me?"

Cheng Ji tilted her head and said, "I said, don't worry about me. I'm not important, so there's no need to get to know me anyway."

"You knocked him out just now, won't there be any consequences?"

"will not."

"That person seems to be very powerful..."

"Speak up when you have something to say! Be careful and get off quickly!" Cheng Ji shouted lightly.

Shen Zimo was yelled at by Cheng Ji, and immediately crawled down obediently, as clumsily as any untrained person.

Cheng Ji gradually put down the bed sheet as he moved, and the dragging weight gradually came from his waist.

Although Shen Zimo was thin, he was a man after all. Cheng Ji fell half a meter to the window, so he had to stand on one foot and keep the other foot firmly against the wall to avoid being pulled down by him.

Suddenly he remembered something, and said to the window: "Hey, little waiter!"

Shen Zimo responded: "What?"

Cheng Ji said: "When you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you have to learn to read words and expressions. It's okay to suffer a little bit of words, understand?"

Shen Zimo raised his head, his lips trembled slightly, and did not speak.

Cheng Ji smiled and said, "Go home early, and remember not to come to this kind of place in the future, there are no good people in this place."

"...not coming." Shen Zimo said.

Cheng Ji then stabilized himself and continued to do auxiliary work. He found that Shen Zimo was crawling much slower than expected, and his heart gradually became anxious.

Sure enough, just as he poked his head out again to see if Shen Zimo had landed, a swift blow came from behind his head.

Cheng Ji tilted his body, and Qi Beisong's first punch missed.

The opponent turned around, furious, and then punched the second time.

Cheng Ji felt that he could no longer hang Shen Zimo, so he untied the shackles around his waist while dodging. Anyway, it was only a few meters high, even if a person slipped and fell, he would not fall to his death, and besides, there was a snow-covered lawn below.

He threw off the bed sheet, turned to face Qi Beisong.

Qi Beisong also threw off his shirt, his eyes were on fire, his masseter muscles tightened, and his handsome face was slightly distorted.

"Fight?" Cheng Ji asked him.

Qi Beisong's expression was as if someone had forced a fly into his mouth, and he still had to look directly at those disgusting insects, but luckily he could choose not to speak.

Seeing that the other party was determined to fight, Cheng Ji moved his fingers, took off the two thin and worthless rings between his fingers and threw them out of the window, saying, "These two are metal after all, and I'm afraid they will cut you, so I won't take any of them." This is cheap."

Qi Beisong sneered, took off his watch and threw it away. The watch, which is probably worth a million yuan, just hit the marble floor head-on. It can be seen that he is really angry, and he still has a solution within five seconds. Little confidence.

He was well trained, with very nice muscle groups all over his body, tight chest and abs, strong shoulders and arms, and long, straight legs.

But Cheng Ji wasn't worried, because from the two punches just now, Qi Bei Songkong had a fighting posture, but he had no actual combat experience at all, probably no one really dared to fight him.In addition, he has so many bodyguards, there is no need to do it himself when something happens.

And Cheng Ji has fought against various humanoid muscle groups, such as those who focus on military and police fighting, such as Sanda masters, such as those who have learned traditional martial arts such as Wing Chun, such as flexible and fierce Muay Thai trainers, and even those who have just quit Active Russian military master.

It's just that the match with the Russian military master made him suffer a lot. Although it was only a friendly match and the opponent didn't try his best, he suffered from a rib contusion. After going back for two weeks, he even suffered from breathing pain, so he had to stay light. In a slow-talking state, not daring to run, not to breathe, not to laugh loudly, the brothers called him Xi Shi in front of his face, because he always held his chest with his eyes downcast.

Cheng Ji thought, now you are strong and I am weak in physical fitness, but I have experience and you have no experience, so we are even.

"Come on," he said, calmly.

However, in the first round, he was almost brushed by Qi Beisong's fist, all because of the mesh socks on his feet, which slipped on the tiles!

Cheng Ji lost his balance and slid to the side, knelt down on one knee, slipped and fell down just as he stood up, and let out an embarrassing "ah".

The opponent's flurry gave Qi Beisong the illusion of victory, he laughed cruelly, and automatically shortened the time to knock down Cheng Ji to three seconds in his mind.

But Chengji had already spotted the gap and got out of the bathroom, and his feet landed lightly on the carpet in the master bedroom.

"It didn't count just now, start over!" He said.

Qi Beisong couldn't wait for him to announce the rules, so he ran a few steps and chased him with a punch.

I thought that Cheng Ji would just fall down, but I didn't expect that the person just flicked his fist lightly, and his fist was deviated.

Then Cheng Ji pressed his forehead back with one hand and supported his elbow with the other at a dizzying speed.Just as his head returned to its original position, the opponent's hand had slid along his forearm all the way to grab his wrist, flipping and twisting at the same time!

Before he knew what happened, his right arm was pinned behind his back by an anti-joint, and when the severe pain came, he fell face-to-face helplessly.

"I won!" Cheng Ji pressed his back and said, "Are you convinced? My big benefactor!"