Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Cheng Ming's voice moved from far to near, and the mental qualities of the two standing at the door of the small black room were so strong that they did not move at all.

One waiting to answer.

One waits in.

The sight collided, obscure.

Mu Chenyuan's thin lips tightened for a moment of helplessness, and in the end, he compromised first.

He came with a low voice, "As long as you have no problems, we will not hurt you."

Not only will it not hurt you, but it will also find ways to solicit.

but……

Mu Chenyuan divided a ray of light and fell on the four corpses that were carried out, but her coldness was beyond their imagination.

But there is no way to accuse her of being wrong.

It was these people who took the initiative to provoke her, so how could she be said to be wrong.

"On the other hand, I have a problem. You immediately cut the grass and roots, right." An Xia was not satisfied with his answer, but it was not much to be able to pry out a small amount of information from his sip to the airtight mouth. .

A very tangible answer.

There is an old saying by Xia Guo, and it is also a saying that his mother kept in her ears: Be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years.

With thousands of years of civilization in Xia Country, no matter how the times change, he is still so careful.

Good.

There must be no defensiveness, and no harm.

Mu Chenyuan stared for a while, nodding slightly, indicating that An Xia was right.

"Okay, then I see." An Xia took a deep look at him, turned around, returned to the small black room, before closing the door, threw out the key, and said calmly: "Thank you."

After receiving the key, the angular lock piece was squeezed in the palm of the palm, and then the lock was re-locked.

The fingerprints on the lock were wiped clean, the footprints on the ground were wiped off one by one, the snow rustled under his feet, and the sound floated into Wu Wenyue's ears.

Without getting closer, she continued to hold Cheng Ming, with her whole body tight, until the abandoned building returned to silence.

The shadows of the trees whirled, the branches stretched their teeth and claws like ghosts, the cold wind blew, and another night passed.

Early the next morning, Wu Wenyue stepped on the thick snow and stood at the iron gate of the small black house.

Taking a deep breath in the cold morning breeze, he asked the assistant teacher to open the iron door.

The door opened, and the blood was so heavy that it was nauseating.

The assistant teacher's face changed slightly, and he shouted, "An Xia!"

He thought An Xia had an accident.

There are always so many problematic young people who commit suicide in the small dark room each year.

Wu Wenyue raised her hand and pretended to wave off the **** face, and concealed the smile that appeared in her eyes. She was cold, perverted, and mean.

A scum of society, death is not a pity.

"I'm going to let it go?" A unique cold voice came lazily from the corner, the smile in Wu Wenyue's eyes instantly solidified, and she suddenly raised her eyes.

She saw An Xia stepping out of the darkness and into the snow shining diagonally into the house from the door.

Why are you still alive?

Wu Wenyue was so shocked that she stared at An Xia for a long time.

She is still alive, how did the **** smell of the little black house come from?

Could it be that the four people who were put in last night had an accident?

Is it their blood?

For a second, Wu Wenyue almost rushed into the small black room, and quickly restrained her impulse.

At least wait for An Xia to leave before she can go in and see.

The assistant teacher breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a stern face: "I will see you making trouble next time. I will be locked up for at least five days! Enter the special education institute and learn to be a man, otherwise, you will suffer."

She turned sideways and asked Wu Wenyue, "Teacher Wu, let her go out now?"

Wu Wenyue did not answer, but looked sharply at An Xia, trying to see something from her face.

She couldn't see anything at all, and she stood in front of her cleanly.

The palm-sized face was white and beautiful, and the narrow eyes were cold and calm like an ancient well.

Realizing that I was looking at her, my eyes slightly lifted inattentively, and a cold stern glance in the quiet eyes, there was already a smile that made her tremble.

It seems to know what she did.