The Word of Doomsday Rebirth

Chapter 82
Seeing her puzzled face and difficult understanding, Cheng Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, "Collect a hundred zombie crystal nuclei tonight, and you will pass the test."

Xuanluo glared at him, stood there for a while, and went to kill the zombies in a daze.

Although she didn't understand what this human being was expressing.

But a mere hundred zombie crystal nuclei doesn't seem to be a loss to her, and she can stay by Wu Zhi's side because of this, which sounds fine...

There seems to be something wrong... Where is it?
Xuan Luo, who had already walked a few meters away, looked back at Cheng Ci who was hidden in the darkness.

"There's something wrong with this human being!"

Xuan Luo, who wanted to understand, murmured and disappeared into the night under the moonlight.

Yang Chengxiao watched everything silently from the side, but felt that his thoughts were being circled twice, and he was a little dazed.

Cheng Ci closed his eyes and leaned against the door to doze off.

He didn't pay any attention to the chaos in the wind of the people around him.

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In the garden of the villa, stood a boy and a girl.

The boy is hugging a snow-white cat, the cat has a pair of blue eyes, looking at her proudly and reservedly, "Look, Yaya! This is my baby, her name is Xuexue! You have to touch it ?"

The girl took two steps back in disgust, pinched her nose and yelled softly, "No! She will shed hair! It's dirty!"

The boy's tone was a little frustrated and lost, and the girl's words brought him trouble, "Yaya, don't talk about her like that, she will be sad, she is not dirty at all, look, her fur is as white as snow .”

The girl slapped hard, the cat screamed, and ran away from the boy's arms. The white figure ran around every corner of the villa.

The boy happily flipped through the flowers and plants, "Xuexue is playing peek-a-boo with me again, Yaya, let's play together!"

The girl refused him, "I still want to play the piano, I won't play with you anymore."

The girl walked into the piano room, and there was a white cat lying on the piano stand. She walked over suspiciously, "Isn't this that annoying cat? Why is it on my piano! Maid! Where's the nanny!"

No one responded to her, the girl tentatively walked over step by step, grabbed the cat's tail with one hand, the lifted cat's belly was open, and the red filth fell to the ground.

"what!"

Outside the window, the sun slowly rose from the east, casting a light layer of white light.

Yang Yayin woke up suddenly from her sleep, panting, her face was pale, cold sweat covered her forehead, and her hands were sweating on her back.

Her voice was weak and high-pitched, which woke up Wu Zhi, who had always been extremely sleepy.

Wu Zhi patted her cheeks, and looked at her with peach eyes that seemed to be half awake, and looked blankly at her covering herself with the quilt like a madman, still muttering.

"Yang Yayin?"

"How are you?"

Yang Yayin, who was desperately trying to hide herself in the quilt, paused, looked back at her in horror, and then her eyes were wet, as if seeing a savior, she slammed towards her fiercely.

With a sound of "touch!", Wu Zhi, who was sitting on the bed, was thrown by her, and she was pressed to the ground in the hiding room, her body hit the cold floor, and a burst of pain came up continuously. Out.

Wrist was injured, Wu Zhi couldn't push her away, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, nothing happened...you get up first!"

Yang Yayin just hugged her tremblingly, without saying a word.

Hearing the screams, Cheng Ci immediately rushed over from Jiji's side. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wu Zhi being pinned to the ground and unable to move. , flung her forcefully against the wall, making a loud bang.

Yang Yayin was thrown to the wall and bounced back to the ground, facing the ground. Fortunately, she raised her hand to protect her face, otherwise her nose would be crooked.

Cheng Ci hugged Wu Zhi and hurried towards the season room with a cold body in his arms. He paused when he passed by Yang Chengxiao, and said something meaningful that made Yang Chengxiao's heart sink.

"Your sister's acting skills are good."

Yang Chengxiao turned his head sharply to see that Yang Yayin was lying on the ground, crying softly, which made people feel very distressed, and there was nothing wrong with it at all.

Yang Chengxiao swallowed his doubts, picked her up and put her on the bed, Yang Yayin held him tightly with both hands, her pale face was full of tears, "Brother, don't go, I'm so scared..."

Yang Chengxiao swallowed the question again, and patted her on the back bluntly, "Brother is here, don't be afraid, where did you hurt from the fall just now?"

Yang Yayin cried pear blossoms with rain, "Everywhere hurts... oh... brother, it hurts, everything hurts..."

Yang Chengxiao straightened her face and looked directly at her, "Then why did you throw Wu Zhi down?"

Yang Yayin looked at him with hurt eyes, a little out of breath, "I had a nightmare and woke up, only sister Wu Zhi was alone, I, I was so scared... I was really scared, I rushed to see her. I used to hug her, but it was too hard...Brother, I didn't mean it...Brother, I hurt..."

Yang Yayin's eyes are clean, so she shouldn't be lying.

He was suddenly upset. When did his family members have to use a microscope to look at it?
He is not good at words by nature, so he can only hug his sister to give her a sense of comfort and security. When she is almost calmed down, he said tiredly, "Lie down today and don't move around. Cheng Ci used some strength. I can’t tell where I got hurt, check it myself, and when I’m about to leave, I’ll tell you, understand?”

Yang Yayin looked at him in horror, "Brother, don't leave me, I don't want to be alone, please..."

Seeing his sister like this, Yang Chengxiao subconsciously let go of the suspicion in his heart.

After a long silence, he patted Yang Yayin on the back, "Okay, brother will accompany you."

Yang Yayin buried her head in his warm embrace, sucked her nose, and gradually calmed down.

On the other side, Zhong Qi, who was halfway there and just woke up, looked at Wu Zhi with red eyes in Cheng Ci's arms, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned to open the door for them.

Duan Rufeng, who hadn't slept all night, looked at Wu Zhi whose face was paler than last night, got up and hugged Ji Ji on the quilt that Zhong Qi had laid on the ground, washed his hands, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Ci put the man on the bed gently, his tone was different from his actions, the coldness carried a seemingly breezy gloom, "I was thrown to the ground by Yang Yayin."

Duan Rufeng frowned, reached out and pressed Wu Zhi's back, "Does your bone hurt?"

Wu Zhi endured the pain, buried her head in the pillow, her voice was muffled, like crying, "The bones don't hurt."

Duan Rufeng was showing her supernatural powers while worrying like an old lady, "You have to be lucky that your bones are not injured, otherwise your bones have not healed for a long time, and it will not be easy to repair them again."

Wu Zhi felt the warm temperature from her back, and even the pain dissipated bit by bit, and her mind gradually started to think about the problem.

Yang Yayin... Was it on purpose?

Wu Zhi couldn't tell the difference, if it was intentional, then her acting skills were too good, and the influence of the illusion thing on her should not be easily erased by a short sleep.

Cheng Ci's cool fingertips caressed the ends of her hair, "How did Yang Yayin throw you to the ground?"

Wu Zhi said roughly.

Zhong Qi lowered his eyes from the side, and thick ink surged from the depths of his purple eyes, devouring the faint purple.

(End of this chapter)