Chapter 928 I Dare Not Look at Guanyin From Now On

The person who was criticized was in a bad situation.

He lowered his head and eyes, a little sweat on the tip of his nose, and his ears and neck were stained with a large area of ​​red. Just looking at him, you can feel the scorching heat. The sunlight was thin in the dense forest. He stood in the shadow of the tree. He was not restrained at all, but it seemed that his torso and limbs were entangled by chains, unable to move. Only the shadow cast obliquely on the ground trembled with the breeze from time to time.

After a moment, Cheng Zheng, who seemed to be in a fixed spell, exhaled very shallowly, hiding his eyes with a faint scarlet glow, and his pupils returned to the quiet black.

When ordinary people saw this pair of ancient well-like eyes, they subconsciously felt alienated and dared not look directly at them, but at this time, the wellheads were like a quiet spring, with a sense of obedience in the tranquility, and even the temperament of their owners became docile. The wildness of the coyote faded, and it was more like a domestic dog squatting on the ground waiting for its owner to find it.

The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the birds and insects chirped, but the rhythm of nature could not compare to the footsteps of the people coming. It was so loud, like thunder, and it hit the noisy heartbeat together, hitting the eardrums.

Cheng Zheng knew that his body was clamoring, he should sit down, lie down, lean, lie on his side, or put all his weight in the arms of another person, anything would do - he did not like to look down on her, nor was he used to it. He was the one being looked down upon, and she was always on top, no matter when.

His stomach slowly sank, the feeling of suffocation strangled his throat, and the thoughts of resistance and counterattack were shaking, like thousands of bells resonating at the same frequency.

Invade, or be invaded; possess, or be possessed.

They were destined to fight for a result in the slightly salty sweat and rusty blood. It didn't matter if there was no result. Anyway, they would have a good time in the end. They would lie on their backs with faint flesh-pink marks that had already healed, or wounds that were still bleeding and bursting. Then the smell of heather would dissipate, and one of them would kick the other's calf to wake him up.

But now, it's not possible.

The deliberately heavier footsteps were getting closer.

Cheng Zheng's throat tightened, and his slightly disordered breathing was completely suppressed at the critical moment.

He raised his eyes.

...

The moment their eyes met, Qin Jue quickly looked away.

Can't look. If you look, you will think too much, and if you think, you can't help but move, but you don't have the conditions to move.

She knew that the other party's eyes didn't linger on her face. At such a close distance, there was only the sound of the wind around.

Qin Jue blinked calmly. Although it was only for a moment, Cheng Zheng's outline remained clearly in her retina. To be honest, there is not much change. When they first met, Cheng Zheng was only sixteen years old. She has seen him for more than thirty years and knows his appearance at different stages and ages better than Cheng Zheng himself.

In the apocalypse, the twenty-five-year-old Cheng Zheng loves sniper rifles. He is as black and bright as the barrel of the rifle, tall and straight. Qin Jue remembers him and his rifle - no matter which one - he can picture Cheng Zheng aiming and shooting in his mind with just a little closing of his eyes.

Side posture, lying on the right side, legs together and knees bent, sniper rifle on the outside of the thigh, this shooting posture is originally conducive to fighting in a small space, but his legs are too long, the advantage becomes a disadvantage, and he no longer pays attention to it after trying it a few times;

Kneeling posture, kneeling on one knee, legs slightly open and fixed in a triangle, sniper rifle on the shoulder in a proper manner in his hand, combat uniform tightly wrapped around his body, from throat to ankles not exposed at all, like the gun has become a human form, accurate, cold, one shot to kill;

Lying posture, lying on the ground, arms holding the gun, slender legs spread out in an eight-shaped shape, at that time Qin Jue's eyes swept from the top of his head to the back of his neck, shoulders and back, lingering between his waist and legs for a few seconds, thinking of the dog cub's buttocks;

Supine posture, lying on his back, upper body slightly arched, knees apart, feet together, ankles crossed and entangled, a sniper rifle in his hand, like a cold black line that perfectly divides the body into two symmetrical sides.

Qin Jue still remembered the sudden attack, the homemade gun burst and was temporarily useless. Cheng Zheng spent half an hour picking and choosing from a pile of fragments to piece together an arrogant and tyrannical heavy sniper rifle, and held the gun on his body in this supine position, between his legs. She raised her knife and killed the scout, and looked back, and saw him thrust his hips upward, his legs contracted and clamped the heavy sniper rifle, using his body as a buttstock. In an instant, a strong light burst, a tongue of fire was like a dragon, and the bullet pierced the enemy's chest, exploding into a bright red blood flower.

In the thick smoke, Cheng Zheng's eyebrows sank slightly, his eyes were calm, but his dry and bleeding lips raised a subtle and amazing smile.

Qin Jue's throat was dry.

Damn, it's too fucking hot, who can resist this fucking, it must be that there is something wrong with that.

A series of vulgar words quickly passed through her mind, staring at Cheng Zheng's eyes with a ball of fire burning.

Then he held the dagger horizontally in his mouth, frowned and rushed forward, holding back his anger to do the business first, and then deal with him after the business was done.

—— Qin Jue felt that his mental power was agitated again with his flying thoughts, and his expression was stern, and he forced to wipe away the various images that flashed in his mind.

She saw Cheng Zheng opposite her in a daze.

... I said there was no need to have such a damn tacit understanding in such a place.

Qin Jue restrained his eyes and brain, took a big step to the left, and pulled the straight-line distance between the two to half a meter.

The footsteps made Cheng Zheng suddenly come back to his senses, and his ears, which had finally faded, were covered with a layer of crimson again. Qin Jue heard him cough lightly.

"..." Qin Jue.

"..." Cheng Zheng.

If it was quiet any longer, it would be too ambiguous, and it would be embarrassing. Qin Jue looked straight ahead: "Let's go."

A whispering voice sounded between lips and teeth: "Okay, sir."

The two of them walked forward with long legs, you don't look at me and I don't look at you.

They were at the outermost edge of Qinyi University of Science and Technology. There was no wall here. A natural dividing line was formed by a sparse or dense forest with certain rules. Qin Jue even walked through a towering tree that was as thick as two people hugging. She intuitively felt that there was nothing there. After trying it herself, it was indeed an illusory projection.

The air was fresh and clean, and the unique sense of freedom in the countryside lingered around Qin Jue. Her state was getting closer and closer to the past, and so was Cheng Zheng.

The two walked "side by side", and their sense of existence became thinner and closer to nothing. Like the most experienced hunters, hiding and sneaking has become an instinct.

As they walked, Qin Jue suddenly felt emotional.

What is it now? Taking a walk?

What a luxury...

It was not that there was no room for walking at that time, but whether it was the mentality or the environment, it would definitely not be as leisurely as it is now.

Qin Jue's ears moved suddenly.

The sound of voices and footsteps was mixed and varied in depth. There was no martial artist, but they were discussing correcting the direction of progress. The progress was smooth.

"Freshman?" she said.

"Yes." Cheng Zheng said, "The trial before school starts."

"Not like you." Qin Jue said.

She didn't mean "Cheng Zheng can't arrange trials", but "this kind of game adventure trial style is not like his style."

Cheng Zheng smiled and said two names.

"Sure enough." Qin Jue nodded.

It seems that the senior management of their Qin Department is having a lot of fun.

The two stopped and listened for a while, and Qin Jue said: "Naughty." Refers to physical fitness.

Cheng Zheng: "Yeah, partial to one subject." Refers to the brain is okay.

"Not panting?" Qin Jue suddenly laughed.

"..." Cheng Zheng's breathing was slightly disordered again, "Sir." He read, and a knot of anger and resentment appeared between his eyebrows.

Qin Jue didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to rub his ear that was closer to Cheng Zheng.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to detect this subtle change, but with their hearing ability, half a meter is equal to zero distance. Qin Jue had a hard time listening to it while walking. Her light breathing tickled her earlobes, and it leaked out intermittently when she breathed, and it was more obvious when she spoke.

Cheng Zheng tilted his head slightly and pulled away again, his ear tips red.

2300+, happy rebirth, Ah Jue.

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Cheng Zheng: (breathing)

Qin Jue: Pretty sexy.

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Some old hooligans should reflect on themselves (pointing and gesturing)