Nightmare Attack

"Thank you." Su Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, as if she had nothing to say to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng couldn't bear to criticize the siblings anymore, everyone had their own choices, and among Su Xiaoxiao's choices, his younger brother Su An was above all else.

After leaving, Jiang Cheng continued to go back to his room to rest, leaving the affairs of the orphanage outside to the person in charge here to worry about, but this time, Jiang Cheng was lying on the bed tossing and turning, but he no longer felt sleepy.

Jiang Cheng was not worried about the remnants of the night watchmen in the real world. What he was really worried about was that he had injured the two top weird old presidents, Wu and Master Shui, in just one shot in the Bliss Building.

That haggard figure has become the deepest nightmare in his heart, as soon as he closes his eyes, the old president seems to stand in front of him, crushing all his friends and all his hopes.

This is an unspeakable despair, and the most terrifying thing is that this despair is likely to become a reality.

The horror of the old president is obvious to all. Although Xia Tan and Gong Zhe have been wounded by the two pillars of the Xia family, the current old president still has a crushing strength advantage. It is evident in the title.

Now a new resistance army around him has begun to take shape. Whether the main combat power is there or not, Mrs. Dahe, Master Shui, and Wen Zhao, who has inherited the mantle of Hou Yanhou, the four top and strange strengths are beyond doubt, but Jiangcheng knows it well. Remember, as long as these people mentioned the old president, they would subconsciously replace it with "that thing". Such a description is deeply jealous.

Gong Zhe, No. 1, and dozens of high-ranking disciples who had been eroded to the limit only wounded the old president. Whenever he thought of the jackknife left on the old president's shoulder, Jiang Cheng felt very uncomfortable. Taste, his impression of Xia Meng is mediocre, but the Xia family is indeed worthy of the word loyalty.

"Thinking?"

Suddenly there was a voice next to his ear, the voice was very soft, but the distance was extremely close, Jiang Cheng was caught off guard and almost jumped up in fright, but after he sat up suddenly from the bed, he realized that Wuzheng was sitting there in the darkness near him, A pair of crimson eyes looked at him.

"No." Jiang Cheng denied the topic, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and planned to moisten his throat before going to sleep.

"So you're missing someone?" Wu's voice was still calm, "Wu Yingying?"

Jiang Cheng almost spit out a sip of water. He knew that Wu was good at chatting, but he didn't expect that the weird Wu would gossip. However, after looking into Wu's eyes, Jiang Cheng understood that Wu must have felt the pain in his heart. Tangled, so I ran out to chat with myself.

But according to Wu's personality, he would definitely not say it clearly, so there was such an abrupt and clumsy opening.

It's always good to have someone to talk to. Jiang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, smiling half-smilingly at the serious Wu, "Why, do you want me to find you one too?"

Wu Sharp's eyebrows slowly frowned, and after a while, he suddenly said, "This is also a good word."

Jiang Cheng: "???"

Wu acted too much like a normal person today, which made Jiangcheng feel very abnormal. He paused and then carefully probed: "There is no woman in my heart, draw the sword to be a **** of nature, the first page of the sword manual, kill the sweetheart first. These four sentences You always remember, it’s the general outline of your Heartless Sword Manual, you tried to teach me back then, but I didn’t learn it.”

Wu nodded slowly, and then distorted blood characters appeared on the wall behind him. These blood characters squirmed together and reassembled into a poem, and this time it was Jiang Cheng's turn to be confused.

"If you have a woman in your heart, you can draw your sword like a god. On the last page of the sword manual, you must marry your sweetheart."

What does this mean? Jiang Cheng looked at the new poem on the wall, and then at Wu. Wu had the expression on his face. Slowly, Jiang Cheng understood that Wu meant that he had practiced the unfeeling sword manual before, and this new The sword manual is specially prepared for myself.

Seeing Wu's more and more serious expression, Jiang Cheng suddenly became a little timid. He didn't know what Wu was planning. Could it be that he sold himself to Wu Yingying for some benefit?

After all, it wasn't the first time he had done this kind of thing.

Jiang Cheng looked around nervously, but he didn't see Wu Yingying and the bell before he was relieved, "My good brother, you are actually a bit handsome, you should focus on..."

Before the words finished, Jiang Cheng saw Wu and shook his head.

Jiang Cheng paused, half-comforting, half-jokingly said, "You don't have to be too modest."

In the next second, Wu slowly stretched out his finger and looked upwards. Jiang Cheng looked along, and the poem on the wall had disappeared, replaced by four characters that were several times larger than before—

"I'm more handsome than you."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he felt like 10,000 grass-mud horses stepped over his head. If this was a cultivation game, then Jiang Cheng was going to cancel the account and start practicing again.

Before Jiang Cheng could recover, he heard a knock on the door, and the knock was full of resentment, "Doctor, what are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

When he opened the door and saw Wu was there, the fat man was obviously stunned for a moment, then his face quickly turned better, "Brother Wu is here too, that's great, I thought the doctor..."

Speaking of this, the fat man stopped talking, and stared straight at the wall behind Wu Wu, Jiang Cheng suddenly had an ominous premonition, and as he turned around, sure enough, the new poem appeared on the wall again.

As one of the victims of Wu's brainwashing poems, Fatty stared at the new poem on the wall for a long time before he recovered, "This is...is this what the doctor asked you to write?" Fatty looked at Wu.

Then, under Jiang Cheng's disbelieving eyes, Wu nodded.

Jiang Cheng became anxious, "Don't talk nonsense~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This is clearly written by you yourself, so what does it have to do with me?"

This time it was useless, and the fat man interrupted Jiang Cheng winkingly, his face full of joy that I found out your little secret, "You can pull it down, doctor, stop acting, here There are no outsiders, and do you think Brother Wu is such a boring person?"

Wen Yanwu shook his shoulders, then sat up straight with a serious face.

"You're playing me?" Jiang Cheng felt that the world was going downhill, and even the weirdness came out to deceive people.

The fat man took out his mobile phone, tapped it against the wall, and muttered while taking pictures: "I have to save these materials, and show it to Miss Wu later, she must be happy to read it."

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but when Fatty took the picture, the blood characters on the wall became much more stable, neatly arranged together, very clear.

Seeing Jiangcheng's plans to **** the phone and destroy the evidence, the fat man hurriedly protected the phone, and said loudly, "Doctor, don't lose face. Don't worry, Ms. Wu won't dislike you. Although she is weird, you aren't either. man."