Mr. Zhao was so shocked by this incident that he dared not speak out and hid in the corner of the living room.

Sang Mengi turned over, but found that his hands and feet were tied up by something.

She couldn't see anything, and could only feel the cold touch from her wrist.

What is this...

Sang Meng's body was suddenly pulled up and stuck to the damaged stair railing.

At this time, it is not just the wrist, but the entire body, which has a cold sense of restraint.

The more Sang Meng struggled, the tighter the things that bound her.

The wrist was already scarlet, and blood dripped down on the ground, swelling into bloody flowers.

"Chu Zheng!"

Sang Meng roared in anger.

"Hmm?" The person below raised his eyes slightly and looked at her seriously and seriously: "What's wrong?"

There is no one who can fight.

No one can understand the invincible loneliness.

Why.

Sang Meng met Chu Zheng's calm and cold gaze, and his anger ejaculated up.

What's wrong!?

She actually asked herself what was wrong.

"Who are you?"

How could an angel who lost his wings still be so powerful?

impossible.

who is she……

"Didn't you just called my name? Are you forgetful?"

"This is a disease and needs to be cured." She paused slightly: "Master Zhao, do you think so?"

Mr. Zhao, who was suddenly named, met the girl's gaze, and his whole body shivered, and the cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Who did he provoke?

After living for most of his life, I have never seen anyone like Mr. Zhao.

Even for a person like Sang Meng and who has extraordinary abilities, he has never felt like this at this moment.

It seems that I am no longer in the world, falling into the hell of the infinite, and about to be executed.

Mr. Zhao didn't know what Chu Zheng suddenly asked him what he was doing. He looked at Sang Meng and then looked at Chu Zheng. His legs were weak and he held the side in a mess, but he didn't dare to speak.

Chu Zheng didn't care either, and walked to Chu Wu on the mess all over the ground.

She took out a scarf from somewhere and tied it to Chu Wu's eyes.

"Chu Zheng..."

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Chu Wu felt a little hot on her eyebrows, and then her ears were filled with music, and she could no longer hear any other sounds.

"Master Zhao, I'll give you a chance." Chu Zheng stood by the sofa, hugging Chu Wu, not letting him see or listen.

“…”

"Help me cut off her wings." Chu Zheng said: "Forget it today."

"Wings...wings?" Mr. Zhao's voice trembled.

Where are the wings?!

Sang Meng was so shocked that she yelled, her voice changed: "Chu Zheng, you dare!"

"If you dare not kill me, you dare to chop me up, and I have to return the favor." Be a polite person.

Reciting and communion is a traditional virtue.

Today I am also working hard to be a good person!

【…】My sister please let go of the good guys.

"Chu Zheng, you... um..."

Sang Meng suddenly couldn't speak, and an angry murmur came out from her throat.

"It's so noisy."

Sang Meng's wings did not appear.

Of course, Mr. Zhao couldn't see it.

But soon he saw the pair of black wings.

Black feather covers, smooth and smooth.

When I stared at the pair of wings, I seemed to see the darkness deep in my heart.

Suddenly, an axe flew over in the void and smashed it in front of Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao woke up, his body retreated, his legs weakened, and he fell directly to the ground.

This axe was collected by him and placed upstairs...

"I'll give you half an hour. If you don't do it, I will have to do it to you."

The cold sound of Chu Zheng flowed in the living room.

Mr. Zhao was trembling.

He looked at the axe on the ground and didn't dare to take it for a long time.

Five minutes passed without realizing it.

“Twenty-five minutes left.”

"Twenty minutes."

Chu Zheng's cold call made Mr. Zhao feel anxious. He stood up tremblingly with an axe.

"Um..."

Sang Meng threatened Mr. Zhao with his eyes.

However, Mr. Zhao felt that Sang Meng's eyes were not as terrible as Chu Zheng.

He didn't have to touch her eyes at all. Just by looking at her, he felt the chill was eroding his bones.

That woman was like a king standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain. The ice and snow couldn't suppress her proud coldness.

-

The chaotic living room, with black wings stained with blood, was placed in the center of the living room.

Master Zhao held the axe full of blood and leaned against the corner of the wall. How could he find the previous moment?

Sang Meng was still tied to the stair railing, her face turned pale as paper, and she stared at Chu Zheng with resentment and hatred.

If the eyes were substantial, Chu Zheng would probably have been poked into a sieve at this time.

Sang Meng lost her wings and the light in the living room has returned to normal.

Chu Zheng calmly took out the phone and dialed it to Li Minhang.

"Did you find the person I asked you to look for last time?"

"Look... I found it." Li Minhang was a little surprised: "Boss, why are you looking for such a person? Our hospital is doing serious things."

Chu Zheng did not answer Li Minhang, but gave him an address and asked him to call the person here.

The person Li Minhang called arrived soon. The other party saw Sang Meng and the wings on the ground and took a breath.

After the shock, all that was left was excitement.

Mr. Zhao didn’t know who these people were, but judging from their outfits, they should be from a certain laboratory...

Chu Zheng helped Chu Wu up and passed by Mr. Zhao: "I know what to say and what not to say."

"Know...know."

Mr. Zhao watched Chu Zheng leave with Chu Wu.

Her voice came slowly: "Be careful of the steps."

Such a cruel woman would remind a person so considerately...

Mr. Zhao thought about it again. From beginning to end, she took care of Chu Wu meticulously.

It has nothing to do with her temperament.
To be continued...