"Yuan Zhi, your shot is so exquisite and ingenious."
"Win! Win, win, win. Wanrou, please stop struggling. This situation is 100% hopeless."
"Why don't Yunzhi give her a horse and forget it. How about giving her a horse? You can still win even if you give up. This is called a gentleman's style."
"Hey! What's going on? How did you get there just now? You won't be overturned, will you! Be serious!"
"Oh, I was killed by her car! Isn't it Yuan Zhi? You can lose like this???"
"Heh." Miss Wang held her chin with one hand and looked at him lazily and said, "Didn't you say it's 100% hopeless?"
"I really didn't understand the situation just now." Cheng Jinyang sighed, "It was 100% winnable, but...hey, I didn't expect that this chess game was actually 120% winnable.
, there is still a 20% chance of losing. Not to mention, the iron pulley in the north is about to stop, I will make up the algorithm. "
He walked towards the street to the north. Xing Yunzhi thought for a moment and surrendered.
"Your fiancé is quite interesting." Miss Wang said leisurely while playing with a chess piece in her hand, "There is a lot of nonsense. He is completely different from those children of aristocratic families who adhere to boring etiquette."
"If your definition of 'interesting' is whether you can truly and thoroughly see through him." Xing Yunzhi said lightly, "then he is indeed an interesting person."
"It's very boring to deal with smart people, because they must make decisions based on interests. Then you can perfectly predict the other person's thinking mode by changing the perspective. Most children from aristocratic families are like this, including you, Qingfeng of the Xing family."
Wang Wanrou chuckled and said.
"It turns out that I am a boring person in your eyes." Xing Yunzhi responded calmly.
"Most people are boring in my eyes." Wang Wanrou's expression was meaningful, "But he is different."
"He looks dull, but he's smart; he looks simple, but he's cunning; he looks aloof, but he hides his ambitions well. He obviously has no affection for you, but he acts like his fiancé in front of me.
My identity protects you, no matter how much I ridicule you, you will never get angry."
"To put it bluntly, he is a man who adapts to the situation and is good at leveraging others' strengths. As long as they are of value to him, he can tolerate them infinitely no matter how bad their attitude is, but he will not give them all their trust... Such a slippery character is quite...
Reminds me of Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty."
"Heh." Xing Yunzhi shook her head disapprovingly, "Then you really think highly of him."
"Maybe." Wang Wanrou said nonchalantly, "I've said it before, but I haven't completely seen him through. He is like Liu Bang now, and maybe he will become Liu Bei in the future."
"What's the difference between being ruthless and unrighteous and being affectionate and righteous?" Xing Yunzhi thought thoughtfully.
"Yes." Wang Wanrou said noncommittally, "However, for a mature politician, friendship does not matter whether it is true or false, because he will be able to seamlessly switch between the two according to his own interests."
"I actually don't want him to become a politician." Xing Yunzhi suddenly said, "But if he really becomes Liu Bang in the future, what role will you play? Xiao He, Zhang Liang, or Han Xin?"
As one of the three top generals under Liu Bang, Han Xin suffered a disaster and eventually died at the hands of a woman; Zhang Liang saw Liu Bang's intention clearly and decisively fled far away; only Xiao He served the monarch carefully and finally died.
What Xing Yunzhi meant was nothing more than asking about Wang Wanrou's position.
Miss Wang shook her head lightly and said:
"No. No matter what he becomes in the future, I will not change because of his opinions and requirements. I will always be myself."
"I hope so." Xing Yunzhi said.
The two of them cleaned up the chessboard and lost interest in continuing to play chess, so they planned to go to a nearby convenience store to see if they could find anything to relieve their boredom.
Then I saw Cheng Jinyang running back quickly.
"It's not good!" he said anxiously, "The puppets in the north are gathering more and more, and it feels like it can't be pushed by the iron pulley alone!"
Everyone hurriedly rushed to the north intersection, and saw the puppet's corpse almost covered with flesh and blood, and the rich blood almost turned into an indestructible mist. Just being in it, the concentration of blood seemed to be soaring rapidly, as if it was about to explode.
And like death.
However, what is even more terrifying is the street ahead, which has been blocked by dense crowds of puppets. At a rough count, it feels like there are more than a thousand. The iron pulley smashed in here, just like pebbles being thrown into a lake, causing ripples at the same time
He recovered quickly.
Why, how come there are so many?!
Even Miss Wang, who had always been calm and composed, was frightened by the terrifying numbers on the other side. So Cheng Jinyang once again controlled the nearby car, and Xing Yuanzhi made another mass increase, hitting several super-mass shells and killing them in the sea of people.
Create some spacious pathways.
Then I saw that the several passages were being filled by puppets pressing up from behind at an alarming speed visible to the naked eye.
Three people:…………
After absorbing all the escaping blood energy around him, Cheng Jinyang took the two girls to the neighborhoods in the other three directions. As expected, the number of puppets also increased to varying degrees.
After absorbing the blood energy, Wang Wanrou suggested:
"Now it seems that the longer you stay in one place, the number of puppets will increase until it reaches an order of magnitude that we cannot handle."
"Next, I suggest that on the one hand, we keep moving, and on the other hand, we also increase our exploration of the Songjiang ruins. We might be able to find something interesting... just like the safe house in Wujiang Town."
Cheng Jinyang pondered for a moment, then immediately adopted her opinion: "That's the only way."
The encounter just now proves that staying in one place for a long time will either make it easier to be discovered or attract more and more puppets. Therefore, it is a very natural conclusion to choose to fight and run at the same time.
There is nothing to criticize about the suggestion made by Miss Wang, but as for the safe house... Cheng Jinyang doesn't care whether there is a safe house or not. After all, demons like puppets, whose blood energy harvesting efficiency is several times that of monsters, are really attractive.
force.
Speaking of safe houses, I can't help but think of Su Lili.
Why did she disappear? Where did she go? Is she really just an illusion that remains in my heart? As I gradually accept the reality, is she gradually unable to maintain her existence?
Thinking like this, Cheng Jinyang suddenly felt that the long-lost depression in his body was rising again, as if stomach acid was crawling up his throat, making him feel the urge to vomit and cry.
"Jinyang!" Xing Yunzhi, with quick eyesight and quick hands, quickly helped him from the side.
Wang Wanrou was also shocked when she realized that his face was frighteningly pale, and tears were pouring out of his lifeless eyes, as if he had completely lost the ability to think normally.
"Su Lili..." He murmured, suddenly raising his head and looking at the towering iron tower in the distance.
In the spherical sky restaurant on the upper floor of the iron tower, a figure wearing a linen robe was walking out of the elevator following his companions. At his waist was a long sword made entirely of obsidian with pitted surfaces.
Suddenly she turned her head as if she was aware of it and looked out the glass window at the steel forest in the distance. A red-hot stream of light flashed on the surface of the obsidian sword.
"What's wrong, Xiao Qi?" The companion beside her stopped and asked.
"Ah Si." She whispered in a low voice, her voice was inaudible, "Did you have anyone you had any nostalgia for during your lifetime?"
"I don't remember." Her companion was silent for a while and then replied, "There was a nostalgia in a certain past life. What does it mean to us now?"
"Is there no point?" she asked to herself, then slowly shook her head.