Smash All Pots and Pans To Go to School

In the interrogation room, Wei San sat alone. Compared with the previous week, she was obviously thinner, and her sperm was not good enough. Her hands were on the table, and her wrists were handcuffed with special handcuffs. Know what to think.

Wai Shen Tu Li had just received the death report of the guard, and the flesh and blood in his body was almost empty. Only the infected can do this kind of thing, and only Wei San was alone on the 13th floor.

A super 3s infected person, it's easy to kill these guards. The temporary head of the First Military Region looked at Wei San in the interrogation room through the glass and said, I want to apply to the top management to get rid of the threat as soon as possible, I can't let her grow up.

Wei San came here voluntarily. She wants to do it early. This matter needs to be investigated again. Shen Tuli disagreed.

I know that you people in the 13th district love to protect the shortcoming, but since you have already arrived in the first military district, you are not allowed.

Just as the two were arguing, Ying Xingjue walked in. As soon as he came in, the temporary person in charge stopped: Xingjue, why did you come in?

Ying Xingjue raised his eyes slightly, and Wei San in the interrogation room seemed to be awake for a moment. He raised his head and looked out, while everyone outside the interrogation room was controlled by his perception, and all eyes were not stunned.

Ying Xingjue reached out and pulled the death report in Shen Tuli's hand, returned it to him after reading it, and then walked into the interrogation room.

He looked at Wei San and asked in a low voice, You haven't slept well this week?

Wei San did not answer his words, but looked in the mirror: What about the people outside? Did you use perception?

The four guards were sucked up by the black insect mist, and there should be infections in the first military area...

Before Ying Xingjue could finish, he was interrupted by Wei San: Go out.

There are infected people here, and it's not safe. I'm looking for an excuse to stay in the military area. Ying Xingjue pretended not to hear her and continued.

I... go out. Wei San turned his head to stare into his eyes and said word by word.

Ying Xingjue wanted to use her perception to control some people outside, and she would have to release her perception. As soon as he came in, Wei San felt the perception that she hated the temptation.

He didn't, and seemed to be at a stalemate with Wei San.

Wei San stood up directly, approached Ying Xingjue very quickly, and pressed the person against the wall with one elbow. There was a faint black dispersion in her eyes, and there were a lot of red blood at the same time, and the whole person was in a tense state. , she got close to him, and said a little anxiously: Do you think I'm not going to shoot you?

Ying Xingjue had a pain in his back when she was shoved on the wall just now, but he didn't pay attention, just looked into Wei San's eyes and said slowly, ...Yes.

Wei Sanqing became more and more anxious, and she was completely different from the past. She looked at Ying Xingjue, and finally put down her hand: I don't care about you, but you must ensure that you press the button at the right time.

Ying Xingjue looked down at Wei San's hand. These handcuffs seemed to be temporarily cast on her wrist with some special material. It was a little tight, and her wrist was already red.

He took out a jar of ointment, dipped it, held Wei San's hand, and smeared one by one on her wrist with his fingertips.

Wei San became more and more irritable, and suddenly withdrew her hand. The opposite Ying Xingjue was releasing her perception all the time. She longed for this power, but she still had reason, and desire and restraint were intertwined in her mind.

Do you want my perception? Ying Xingjue suddenly asked her in a low voice, with vague traces of ambiguity.

Wei San's body was tense, he took a step back, and said expressionlessly, No need.

Ying Xingjue took a step forward, his fingertips released a weak sense, and once again put it on Wei San's wrist.

This is the power of perception. Wei San can absorb the perception from the super-3s command almost instantly. She froze in place, her eyes were a little red with repression, she wanted more power, and yearned for this perception from her blood, but she was rational. Tell her no.

After a long while, Wei San pulled Ying Xingjue's hand away and raised his head: You are crazy.

Ying Xingjue had never controlled his perception so heartily. The perception he gave Wei San was only one, not many.

After coming in, he noticed the difference between Wei San and before. She was in a state of sluggishness, not only in the state of finesse, but also in the subtleties of perception and body. Because he is a super 3s-level commander, he can only detect it with perception. After she absorbed his few perceptions, it seemed that her condition had picked up again.

Ying Xingjue let go and looked at Wei San, Sorry.

Wei San turned her neck, anxiously walked around the interrogation room, trying to calm down, she quickly said: I've been having the same dream these days, a huge gray cocoon with black insect mist constantly pouring out of it. .You have time, go to the extreme cold arena to have a look.

After finishing, she denied it again: You can't go like this, your mecha is not ready yet.

Ying Xing decided to look at Wei San's appearance at the moment, his fingertips were small, but he did not touch her again, only lowered his eyes and said, I will apply to you to help us rebuild the mecha.

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In the end, Ying Xingjue came out again, brought him into the interrogation room, stood in front of the temporary person in charge, and retracted his perception, as if he had just arrived.