Bang! Bang! Bang!
The familiar voice made Seventeen stop in his tracks…
Several voices rang out beside Bu Qinghan. He quickly turned around, wanting to avoid these unidentified flying objects. However, he was a step too slow, and a bloody wound appeared on his arm.
The scene was a little chaotic. Wasn't this action a little too fast? It actually injured their Second Hall Master.
When everyone came back to their senses, they realized that there were a few exquisite-looking black knives planted on the cement floor in front of Bu Qinghan, behind him, left and right. There was also a bright red word 'crazy' on the handle of the knife.
Black and red were the strangest colors.
Even the cement road had been broken through. Seventeen was secretly shocked. Other than An Jing, no one else seemed to have such skills, right? But An Jing couldn't possibly be here... right? Because he should be with the person he liked right now...
Seventeen looked in the direction of the flying knife and saw a figure standing on a container. Because there was no light, Seventeen couldn't see the figure clearly.
She could only vaguely see that he was wearing a mask. Seventeen did not probe, but instead, he was with Baili, taking advantage of the temporary chaos to rescue Bai Le.
Seeing this scene, Nangong Zhe recalled that the same thing had happened when No. 17 was in the classroom. However, Seventeen used a pen instead of a knife at that time.
Nangong Zhe knew about it because he had overheard his classmates discussing it, so he went to watch the video in the classroom.
Just now, he also noticed that Seventeen's hand moved behind him…
Bu Qinghan ignored the bleeding hand and allowed the blood to drip onto the ground. A few people came forward to ask him to bandage it, but Bu Qinghan ignored them.
Anyway, no one would feel sorry for her, so why bother?
At that moment, Seventeen saw the sorrow in Bu Qinghan's eyes.
It was a sorrow that was deeply hidden. Like a child, she asked helplessly, Why is no one worried about me? Why is no one worried about me? Why isn't anyone worried about me…The questions were all the same.
other side
"An!" Yu Jian placed his hands on his waist and roared like a lion,""Didn't you say that your body would be abnormally weak during the treatment?!! Are you crazy, you actually ran out!”Yu Jian patted his forehead with his hand, feeling as if he was unteachable.
" Cough cough..." An Jing couldn't help but cough.
"It's fine if you go, but why are you showing off? Why did you go and play with that throwing knife? "That thing consumes so much energy…" Yu Jian knew because she had seen An Jing demonstrate it once…
"Miss Yu, it's already three o'clock. Others are sleeping.”An Jing was helpless.
"Alright, I won't? Tsk, tell me honestly, why did you sneak out?”Yu Jian was like An Jing's sister.
In fact, An Jing had felt a little uneasy since yesterday, so he had been guarding the Jue Family's surroundings at noon. In the middle of the night, as he had expected, Nangong Zhe and Baili were walking in the same direction.
At the pier.
And there was only an abandoned dock there, which seemed to be the place where the Undercurrent Society often appeared.
The reason why An Jing was worried wasn't that the three of them couldn't beat him, but that abnormal guy in the Undercurrent Society?？Bu Qinghan.
She was afraid that he would do something to hurt Seventeen…
After listening to An Jing's brief explanation, Yu Jian patted his forehead again."Little An Jing, you went to guard the place for an afternoon and a night based on your so-called intuition?”
"Don't look at me like that. You should understand that feeling.”An Jing said slowly.
If you cared about someone, you would be very nervous about the other party. No matter how unreliable your intuition was, you would still be unable to suppress the frustration in your heart. Then, you would have to go and check on the other party to see if the other party was safe. You would even do things that others would think were unreliable.
Unfortunately, the other party was unaware of all of this.
After Yu Jian heard An Jing's words, she laughed at herself. How could she not understand? The things she had done were many times more unreliable than An Jing's.
(I haven't been concentrating for the past two days. Maybe there will be some changes between today and yesterday. I'll see if I can change it tomorrow. Can I ask one last question?) Was anyone watching? Every time I write, I feel like I'm the only one talking to myself. I'm sad, I'm asking for comfort.）
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