Chapter 218 Mita
From a distance, Chi Yin saw the smile on Duan Jing's face.

It looked a little cold, a little stiff, and unnatural, like an arc drawn on a doll's face with oil paint.

Although the corners of her mouth are turned upward, she doesn't look like she's smiling, and the redness of her lips only makes people feel scared.

Duan Jing laughs often, even now.

But Chi Yin knew that Duan Jing was definitely angry now.

"Chi Yin!"

Chi Yin heard Duan Jing's voice, which was a little cracked.

Maybe it was because Duan Jing saw the corpse next to Wei Sixing.

Her body.

Not only him, Ji Chengyun also lost his usual indifference. He passed Duan Jing and was the first to run to Chi Yin's body.

"Chi Yin?" Ji Chengyun knelt beside Wei Sixing, imitating Wei Sixing's previous actions and using his hand to feel Chi Yin's breath.

Nothing at all.

All the blood in my body rushed to my eardrums, and my ears were buzzing.

Ji Chengyun's heavy breathing became rapid. He turned his head to look at Wei Sixing, no longer caring about maintaining his emotions.

He suddenly grabbed Wei Sixing's collar and raised his voice a few degrees:
"Wei Sixing, what is going on?"

Wei Sixing did not answer.

He was still the same as before, lost in his own despair, mumbling "I'm sorry".

Ji Chengyun looked down and saw blood on Wei Sixing's hands, and then the long blade at his feet, which was exactly the same size as the wound on Chi Yin's neck.

Then, he understood everything.

"You killed her?" Ji Chengyun's jawline was tense, and his blue eyes were filled with anger. "Wei Sixing, why did you kill her?!"

"Yeah, why should I kill her..."

Wei Sixing's voice was floating, his face was numb, and there was no ups and downs when he spoke, which was a bit creepy:
"I didn't mean to kill her..."

He just muttered these few words.

The facts were before his eyes, and Ji Chengyun didn't want to listen to any of this nonsense.

The next moment, the long blade covered in mud and blood was picked up.

Ji Chengyun's hand covered the blood on the handle of the knife, quietly feeling the remaining temperature on it.

It's cold.

Just like Chi Yin’s body at this moment.

He felt nothing.

The glasses on his nose fell off and shattered into pieces of glass.

Ji Chengyun didn't care. He raised the long blade, pressed it against Wei Sixing's neck, and gently scratched it. Then he used force to make a wound exactly the same size as the one on Chi Yin's neck.

"There's such a big wound on her neck, how painful must she be?"

Ji Chengyun said: "You tell me."

Wei Sixing closed his eyes and gave up resisting.

The taste of blood irritated his body. He vomited and felt sick. His limbs were numb and he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.

Just then, Duan Jing came over.

He first looked at Chi Yin, who was held in Ji Chengyun's arms, with an unprecedented scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was observing something with the eyes of an outsider.

From the hair to the toes, his sight swept across the tightly closed eyes and the pale lips, and finally lingered on the fist-sized wound for only a few seconds.

Suddenly, Duan Jing laughed out loud: "Haha, it seems to be a little different."

As he laughed, he moved away from the corpse, as if he was deliberately avoiding something, with one hand in his pocket and a look of indifference between his brows.

Wei Sixing opened his eyes and looked at Duan Jing in disbelief.

He remembered that Duan Jing took Chi Yin very seriously.

Now that he saw Chi Yin's body, how could he still laugh?
Are you mad?
Duan Jing casually glanced at Wei Sixing, whose hands were covered in blood, with an abnormally calm expression.

"Duan Jing, Chi Yin is dead." Wei Sixing said in a hoarse voice. Duan Jing's expression changed, and he grabbed Wei Sixing's hair and pulled it back hard, making Wei Sixing's scalp tense.

"She's not dead." Duan Jing said with a fake smile: "How could Chi Yin be dead? It's clearly this body that died."

It's really crazy.

Wei Sixing turned his head and looked at Chi Yin without saying anything.

Duan Jing can deceive himself, but he can't.

This is his eternal nightmare.

"Chi Yin! Chi Yin!" At this time, the Insect Queen also came running over.

The quality of Chi Yindun's hypnotic agent is really average. It can't trap the insect queen for too long. Eight minutes is already the limit.

The insect queen threw away a group of her subordinates behind her, no longer restraining her instincts. The tentacles under her body crawled madly, and she ran over in the blink of an eye.

"How could this be?"

The insect mother's gentle face became distorted, but blood and tears oozed from her green eyes, making her look somewhat pitiful. "Chi Yin, didn't you say you would protect me? You lied to me again... You lied to me again! I don't want to believe you anymore!"

The lip was bitten by the Zerg Queen and bled. The blood, which was regarded as a treasure by the Zerg, fell to the ground, but no Zerg was in the mood to drink it.

The Zerg communicate through telepathy.

Dominated by the Zerg Mother's mental power, all Zergs can feel the Zerg Mother's mood through her mental power.

At this moment, the Zerg Queen's mental power was rioting, and waves of it hit the mental realms of all Zerg, affecting their emotions.

Grief, cruelty, anger, and helplessness.

The Zerg feel the same pain, they feel sad for what the Zerg Mother feels sad for, hate what the Zerg Mother hates, and love what the Zerg Mother loves.

When I looked at Chi Yin again, there was a difference in his eyes.

As for Lou Anli and Kristen, they haven't woken up yet.

She must have used too much force and beat the two men severely.

Chi Yin wiped the non-existent cold sweat.

However, this is fine.

The current situation is chaotic enough. If they don't have to go through this, they should be more emotionally stable in the future.

Looking down, she saw a group of insects with compound eyes and limbs, about to crawl onto the body she had used.

Chi Yin smacked his lips, feeling a little nauseous, so he didn't stay any longer and walked into the secret door.

But what he didn't notice was that after she left, Duan Jing glanced at a corner of the sky as if he had sensed something, then walked to an empty place and sat down on the ground leisurely.

Duan Jing crossed his legs and pulled out a dagger from his sleeve. He held the sharp blade between his fingertips and played with it casually.

He tied his usual half ponytail all at the back of his head, looking serious for a rare time.

The cold black clothes made his skin look pale and cold, like a funeral procession.

"Okay, let me think about it..."

Duan Jing shrugged, "Ji Chengyun said that there was a dirty thing in Chi Yin's body, and it had been forcing her to do something. I was skeptical at first until I saw the body."

"So, you've been forcing her to die? I've seen her want to die in our hands several times."

"It seems that we are very important, otherwise Chi Yin wouldn't have kept us alive."

"These are also your requirements for her."

Duan Jing talked to himself, smiling, "I know you are listening, I really want to know, if I die, what will happen to you, a parasite?"

As he spoke, a dagger stabbed into Duan Jing's neck, leaving only a knuckle of the blade exposed.

The thick red seeped into the black clothes and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Duan Jing sat there with an unchanged smile, his lips stained by a few drops of his own blood.

Only those who are cruel to themselves can get what they want.

He just wasn't tough enough on himself.

Otherwise, she wouldn't let other wild men get close to Chi Yin.

But now, he will be more ruthless than all the other sentinels.

Hahahaha, actually the titles of this chapter and the previous chapter together form an idiom.

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