Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror - Chapter 93

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Sister Song never tells lies, she said suddenly is sudden. It didn’t take long for the demon bureau’s yard to be overwhelmed with nuts. Ji Huan and others retreated pitifully to the threshold in front of the hall door so that Song Shujing could play better. After a few minutes, he looked at the nuts and piled up the mountain, and the lion had disappeared completely.

It can be seen that Song Shujing is really angry.

Shi Ying’s mouth twitched, and sympathized with a monster that was completely drowned under the nuts. Can girls be messed up casually? Especially in the days when Sister Song is not so happy every month.

Ji Huan was held by Feng Chi with his collar, and he stretched his neck hard to see if the lion could climb out smoothly. However, after seeing for a long time, there was no movement under the nut. hall. In the corner, Su Liang raised his eyes and looked at the two who were almost sticking together. Ji Huan raised his head and said something softly with Feng Chi. a feeling of.

Su Liang uncontrollably recalled the scene in that night’s dream.

Feng Chi at that time was like a different person from Feng Chi at the time. Su Liang lowered his eyes. He didn’t know why Feng Chi in his dream was so terrible, perhaps because Ji Huan was not beside him. Yes, what about Ji Huan?

Suddenly realizing this, the name Ji Huan was like a thorn stabbing into the depths of Su Liang’s mind, just a moment, he made him sweaty, as if he was caught from the water . Some scenes locked in the depths of memory are fragmented, but they are quickly glued together to present a complete picture.

He saw that he had established a relationship with Zheng Jia, saw his ambition to grow like a wild grass after learning of the existence of the demon world, and saw Zheng Jia designing monsters for merit and cultivation while enjoying the love and admiration of monsters.

The scene changed rapidly, and gradually changed another protagonist.

He saw Feng Chi, the man’s face was handsome, and his appearance was outstanding. There was a small mirror sitting on his shoulder. The small mirror was lovely, jumping up and down to the top of his hair and falling on his palm. Feng Chi held the corner of the small mirror and lifted it in front of him. I didn’t know what to say. The small mirror suddenly turned into a teenager.

Su Liang is not surprised. It is not only monsters who become elites in the demon world, but also certain ‘objects’ that are cultivated to be self-conscious. In general, monsters and these things can be called monsters.

The teenager turned slowly, revealing a familiar face.

Ji Huan.

Ji Huan …

“Hello, are you okay?” The familiar voice was a little surprised, but the volume was not loud but immediately pulled Su Liang out of some mysterious illusion.

He raised his eyes violently and met the baby’s cheek slightly when he met him. The fluffy carrot squatting on Shi Ying’s head looked at him with an unhappy expression. Su Liang moved his lips, but his throat was extremely dry and hoarse. He finally just shook his head and told the other party in a silent motion: I’m fine.

Shi Ying still looked suspiciously at him. He thought that Su Liang, a human being, was weird. Let ’s not talk about the broken thing between him and Zheng Jia, or the little thought he had hidden, just the reaction just now … Khan, I did n’t know that I thought I was a drug addict.

Shi Ying glanced at him and decided to let his presence go.

Anyway, a human being in their demon control bureau is absolutely unable to cause any uproar.

When Shi Ying took her steps and wanted to go, Su Liang suddenly made a noise. His voice was still somewhat hoarse, and listening to the intermittentness was not very real. But Shi Ying’s reaction was fast, and he stopped and turned back to look at him in the first second of Su Liang’s opening. He listened for a while and finally understood.

Su Liang asked: “If I work with you, will you really kill Zheng Jia?”

He also remembered that Song Shujing asked him “Do you want Zheng Jia to die?”

Shi Ying didn’t know that he had such a conversation with Song Shujing. He just chose to tell the truth: “Zheng Jia has done so many depraved things and he should be damned.”

Su Liang murmured and shut up again. Seeing the situation, Shi Ying thought that he had to say nothing and left again, but Su Liang spoke again.

“Then if I am willing to assist you, can you let me go? No matter what I have done and what mistakes I have made, you let me go and keep me alive? I will disappear and leave. Capital, leave your sights. Just, we have never met. ”

Shi Ying is silent.

I do n’t know if I was too sensitive. Shi Ying felt that Su Liang ’s words were really meaningful. They investigated Su Liang, but in fact found nothing. Some things are indeed related to Su Liang, but in fact they did not find a reason to take Su Liang’s life. Why did Su Liang emphasize this matter so much?

The most important thing is that human beings are not under their control.

Shi Ying’s eyes deepened, and she did not directly answer Su Liang, but just said: “I can’t do anything about this matter, I have to tell the boss.”

You have to tell Feng Chi.

Su Liang felt that he was caught in a strange circle. As soon as he heard Feng Chi’s name, he would uncontrollably remember the dream that night, and Feng Chi’s murderous appearance and death suffocation.

He clenched his hands violently, his nails embedded in the flesh, and he nodded as if he felt no pain.

Su Liang’s tight appearance again changed Shi Ying’s eyes. But he didn’t stay where he was and said nothing to Su Liang. After pulling the fluff from his head, he knocked on the office door. There was a faint voice inside, and Shi Ying opened the door and went in.

The door closed, isolating Su Liang’s inquiry. The sound insulation of the office and the lobby is very good, no matter how big the noise is inside, even an ordinary human in Su Liang can’t hear it. Feng Chi sat on the sofa listening to Shi Ying’s words and raised his eyebrows. With Shi Ying following Feng Chi’s understanding of Feng Chi for so many years, he felt that Feng Chi’s eyebrow-raising action was very meaningful. But what idea is hidden in it, probably only Feng Chi himself knows.

Shi Ying did not wait for a while to answer, and shook his hand in front of Feng Chi. “Boss?”

Feng Chi withdrew his eyes, his expression flat: “Then promise him.”

Shi Ying sighed, did not think there was any accident. Instead, Ji Huan’s eyes widened, staring at Feng Chi with unexpected eyes. Others in the demon control bureau do not know how Su Liang, but Feng Chi will not know. Ji Huan Jiang 221 hoped that they would solve Zheng Jia and Su Liang’s affairs as soon as possible and Feng Chi said, Feng Chi always thought Su Liang was not easy.

Why did you agree to Su Liang’s conditions so readily today?

Ji Huan’s eyes glared round like a terrified little milk cat, and Feng Chi looked at his eyes and couldn’t help laughing. Squeezing the soft face of the little milk cat, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly: “Human affairs do not belong to us.”

The implication of this remark is that if Su Liang really did something utterly innocent, even if they were released by the demon control bureau, the law enforcers of the human world would not let him go.

Ji Huan: “…” Sure enough, it’s a villain. This is not the same as careful thinking.

When Shi Hong crawled out of the pile of nuts, it was already afternoon. The entire yard of the Demon Management Bureau was quiet. Only when it was close to the hall could people hear people talking and talking, occasionally accompanied by one or two angry roars, followed by a voice of refutation. Shi Hong lay on the nut and looked up at the sky.

He was sore all over, and he didn’t know when there were more scars on his body. Those scars were not big, but each one was broken, like a wire pulled into the flesh and pulled out hard. The wound was run over the nut again, and the pain caused Shi Hong to want to scold the mother.

After consuming too much energy, he stared at the sky in a daze. The weather in the capital is good, the sky is blue and blue, there are occasional flying birds in the sky, but they are not the ones that Shihong is familiar with. He lowered his eyes, and there was a sudden suspicion in his heart.

When Zheng Jia asked him to come to Su Liang, he didn’t tell him that he would still be taken away by the demon control bureau. Now he was taken to the demon control bureau by Feng Chi. Even though no one was guarding at this moment, Shi Hong still knew very well that he could not escape.

So … will Zheng Jia come to rescue him?

The door of the hall was opened, and Shi Hong glanced over there to see Su Liang. Su Liang stared at him blankly, before taking his eyes away for a while.

Shi Hong suddenly realized that Zheng Jia could even get rid of the people beside his pillow. How could he come to rescue him?

but–

Shi Hong thought about the little lion in his house, and his face became a little uglier.

At night, Shi Hong was imprisoned in the courtyard of the Demon Administration Bureau. Even though the gate was in front of him, the wall was not high, but he could not escape. The pain in his body was consuming his physical strength. He looked at the crescent moon in the sky weakly, and thought of the little lion at home again. Suddenly, subtle movements came from outside the door, and the sparrow tweeted twice, followed by a low growl.

Upon hearing it, Shi Hong’s face turned pale.

The movement outside the door soon disappeared, as if it was just Shi Hong’s hallucinations. But Shi Hong clearly understood that it is not just as simple as auditory hallucinations. It was Zheng Jia who asked him to warn him with his little lion.

He closed his eyes, and there was a cruel flash in his eyes. The palm of his hand turned into a claw, and he pulled it hard into his heart.

The sun rose the next day and slowly moved to the center. The sun outside the door was so big that even the wind blowing was warm. Song Shujing took a box of popsicles and walked in. When passing by, Ying and others handed it over. Finally stopped in front of a little fart boy.

Handing the biggest strawberry flavored cone to the other party, Song Shujing said: “Give it to you, your brother will be fine, don’t keep staring at him.”

The little fart boy looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, with a small face and beeping eyes, and his eyes were big and bright, and Song Shujing looked soft. I bought so many popsicles for feeding.

The little fart boy glanced at the quietly young man lying on the couch, and his lips still took the popsicle. Holding the popsicle, he asked in a low voice: “How did my brother become like this?”

Song Shujing: “…”

It can’t always be said that they were beaten like this?

She glanced disgustingly at Shi Hong.