Don't mess with her [GL]

After hearing this, Tu Zhiyu sighed, looking at Cheng Jin's indifferent gaze, suddenly felt that her pride was something she deserved.

She leaned over and asked: The last question, why didn't your mother let Weimu be the bridge owner, and you, an outsider, came instead.

Cheng Jin is indifferent: Weimu is emotional.

Tu Zhiyu was stunned, and stammered: Who, who?

Cheng Jin said with a look of indifference: I.

Tu Zhiyu:

Only Cheng Jin would say such a thing with peace of mind. She was just guessing just now, but now, knowing this situation, everything seems to have changed a bit.

Cheng Jin looked at her and smiled, so.She put her arms around Tu Zhiyu's waist: "Other people like me, and you want to be angry with me?"

Tu Zhiyu tilted his head: Did I say I was angry?

Cheng Jin pinched her chin and pulled her back: Your eyes tell me that you are angry.

Tu Zhiyu snorted: I will cry for you when you do this.

Cheng Jin doesn't care: okay, I've never seen you cry, show me how you cry, and I'll comfort you.

Her reassurance was very light. In this situation, Tu Zhiyu shouldn't have thought of other things, but she still thought about it, and she thought very crookedly.

Maybe it's because Cheng Jin hasn't been dishonest for a long time, but suddenly, Tu Zhiyu felt a little guilty.

All the mysteries were solved within half an hour, Tu Zhiyu felt a little funny, she had been thinking about this for so long, it turned out to be so simple and so complicated.

After the two went out, the living room was ready, Weimu sat on the sofa leisurely, eating something in his mouth, Konglu had rearranged the living room according to what Cheng Jin said before.

Tu Zhiyu looked at Weimu from a distance, maybe because of a tacit understanding, Weimu also turned to look at her, and the two of them looked at each other, always sparking strange sparks.

This is her older sister, and she also likes Cheng Jin.

The more Tu Zhiyu looked at it, the more strange he felt. Although he hadn't said a word until now, he felt that Weimu was very familiar. Logically speaking, they shouldn't have a previous life.

After all, she was trained by her mother as a bridge master for a period of time. Although her mother cast a wide range of nets during that time, Wei Mu knew what she should know.

She smiled, threw a piece of orange into her mouth, patted Konglu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's very clever, I saved her today, why don't you follow me later."

Kong Lu paused, then looked up at Cheng Jin.

In the past, Cheng Jin also told her so.

After all, Weimu is her current benefactor, Konglu doesn't want to say bad things, so he just said something for consideration, and walked towards Cheng Jin.

The current situation of Shui Qi is very unsafe, there is no exact time, Cheng Jin means that the sooner the better, although there are many ways to save her, almost all of them are sideways, but with so many weights, the chance of surviving is very small .

From those methods, Cheng Jin deduced the safest and longest one.

It is to put the spirit of Shuiqi in the bodhi flower. The bodhi flower has always been the flower of dream ghosts. Everyone knows that its effect is good for sleep. After thousands of years of bodhi flower, everyone only admires it, but forgets its most original function, gathering spirits.

Shui Qi's spirit is now very scattered, Cheng Jin means to let Weimu use her blood to help Shui Qi gather together, and then put it in the bodhi flower.

When the flower blooms, it will become, and when the flower dies, it will die.

This is presumably also a risk, but there is no other way than this.

Tu Zhiyu was the same as usual, standing by his side, occasionally helping to pass something. At this moment, Shui Qi was tied to a chair and placed in the middle of the red rope surrounding the living room. Wei Mu half-kneeled and sat with her. The clock, counting the time with eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes a few seconds later, took a piece of wood and lit it, placed it under the veins of his wrist and burned it a few times, and then cut his finger with a knife.

Big drops of blood dripped from her fingertips, and soon, the small bottle was filled. Weimu picked up the bottle, knelt down and walked a few steps in the direction of Wang Shuiqi, and poured a few drops of blood on her feet. Come on.

The blood did not disperse, but congealed into one piece, and then slowly turned black.

Weimu pursed her lips into a smile, and suddenly looked back at Tu Zhiyu.

This glance was very plain, but Tu Zhiyu read her inner thoughts.

She was saying, you useless guy, have you seen my skills?

Tu Zhiyu gritted his teeth, but Cheng Jin hugged his waist, and Cheng Jin shook his head at her.

Weimu then stood up, gave Shui Qi a drink of his blood, and everyone began to wait for the rest of the time.

Weimu came out from the red rope, Konglu handed her a wet towel, she wiped her hands, and said lightly: I'm hungry.

Kong Lu answered clearly: I'll buy what I want to eat.

Weimu Yuguang looked at Tu Zhiyu, I would eat whatever Cheng Jin liked to eat.

Tu Zhiyu was indignant.