"Tch," Wen Liang obviously didn't believe it, and whispered with fear on his face: "Zhao Qi, don't worry, I won't betray you. I can tell you clearly that my dead soldier is looking at me more and more.
He's so vicious, I always have nightmares about him suddenly going berserk and biting my head off in one bite..."
Zhao Qi has always dreamed of this kind of dream before, so he can understand the gentle mood.
"I don't know about that. The Ba Snake is usually very cruel to me. Maybe that's just the appearance? He will help me when he encounters danger." Zhao Qi said perfunctorily.
Wen Liang was even more disbelieving now, and felt more and more that he was hiding some secret from him.
It's not that Zhao Qi showed his flaws. Wen Liang is a nanny himself. He knows best what a dead soldier looks like. Let alone saving those dead soldiers, it would be great if they don't slap them to death!
Zhao Qi didn't want to say more and left in a hurry.
Wen Liang looked at his back, his face becoming more and more complicated. He looked back, returned to the crowd, chatted for a while and then left.
Early the next morning, everyone went to feed the dead soldiers as usual. Many people felt heavy-hearted, fearing that something unexpected would happen.
Wen Liang walked a few steps quickly, and when he passed Zhao Qi, he whispered: "If I am killed today, don't feel guilty."
With that said, he quickly went to the entrance to be inspected.
Zhao Qi was stunned for a moment and his steps slowed down. Someone immediately reminded him, "Zhao Qi, keep up."
He hurriedly said that his shoes were a little off and hurriedly followed.
The crazy dead soldier next door has been isolated, the seat is empty, there are faint dark brown blood stains on the ground, and there is a strange and disgusting smell in the air.
He didn't know if he was imagining it, because benzoin was clearly burning here, and that spice could calm the dead.
He walked into his cubicle, where Ba She was already waiting for him. When he saw him coming, his originally indifferent eyes suddenly became excited and looked at him feverishly.
Or rather look at his hands.
Zhao Qi bit her lip, mustered up the courage to step forward, looked at Ba She and whispered her thanks: "Thank you for saving me."
Ba She just glanced at him proudly, and then looked at the medicine box in his hand, looking salivating, without hearing what Zhao Qi said.
At this time, the feeding bell hadn't rang yet, so Zhao Qi naturally didn't dare to move, but Ba Snake couldn't wait any longer and started pulling at Zhao Qi from behind.
He was so frightened that Zhao Qi quickly backed away, but Ba Snake didn't give him a chance. He hooked him to him with a hook of his fingers. He immediately took out the silver box from his sleeve, and then moved it extremely quickly.
The pills inside were taken away.
He didn't even break the wax pill, but chewed it together in his mouth, and then swallowed it with satisfaction.
Zhao Qi looked at him in surprise. This was not taking medicine. He was just taking some elixir. Look at the way he was enjoying it!
At this time, the feeding bell also rang, and Zhao Qi hurriedly hid the prescribed medicine in his sleeve.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that the way Ba Snake looked at him was less vicious, but more mischievous, which scared his eyelids.
Doesn’t it mean that the dead warrior has lost his sanity and thinking?
They don't want to be afraid of pain, they are completely controlled by the trainer's rhythm. Why does he think the snake in front of him still has his own thoughts?
