Chapter 7 Tang Ergou? His fiancé too!
"Impossible!" Tang Jingmo retorted subconsciously.
Lin Xiaobai smiled even more brightly, his little fangs flashing a vicious light.
"How is it impossible? Your name is Tang Ergou, and your nickname is Coffin Face. We fell in love at first sight, and we became lovers at second sight. From now on, we will swear to each other forever. I will not marry anyone but you, and you will not marry anyone but me."
Xiaobai stole a glance at his serious but increasingly embarrassed expression and continued to make up:
"Unfortunately, the elders in the family disliked you for being good-looking but useless, and they separated us. In desperation, we eloped to the mountains, but we never expected to encounter a group of wild wolves, which almost took our lives."
Tang Jingmo's eyes rippled slightly, "What happened next? How did we escape from danger?"
Lin Xiaobai's face froze. His tone of getting to the bottom of things reminded her of the time when she was interrogated by Coffin Face in her previous life. She felt a little unhappy, so she said perfunctorily, "Later, the mountain god appeared and saved us."
"Are you angry?" Tang Jingmo's tone softened, a little nervous, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that what you said... sounds... unlikely to be something I would do."
"How is that impossible?!" Lin Xiaobai tapped his lips, "Look, you kissed me so hard last night that my mouth is still swollen."
In fact, when she was biting the person just now, she didn't do it in the right way, and ended up hurting the other person and herself.
The tips of Tang Jingmo's ears turned red visibly.
He looked down and saw that he was wearing a military uniform. Some images flashed through his mind and he suddenly grabbed Xiaobai's wrist, "Mission!"
Lin Xiaobai covered his mouth. There were footsteps outside.
"Be quiet and follow me."
Lin Xiaobai's hand was still covering Tang Jingmo's mouth. The footsteps coming from outside the temple were suddenly mixed with the sound of metal collision - that was the sound of the magazine of the Type 56 submachine gun shaking.
"Search! The clues Scar left are in this area. They must still be nearby!"
The moment the altar was kicked over, Lin Xiaobai had already dragged Tang Jingmo behind the statue.
A volley of bullets swept over, and the head of the clay statue exploded, and the falling dirt hit the two people's overlapping bodies.
"Listen," she suddenly bit Tang Jingmo's earlobe and stuffed something cold into his hand, "I'll count to three, and you hit the third one from the east."
Tang Jingmo lowered his head—it was a bullet shell! Where did it come from?
How to shoot? This is an empty shell!
“One, two—”
Before the word "three" came out, Lin Xiaobai had already rushed out like a ghost.
The gunman in the front was about to turn the gun around when she was suddenly hit in the throat by something - it was a small stone that popped out from between her fingers!
She used the gunman's fallen body as a stepping stone and kicked the two pistols into the air. The pistols spun in the air and returned to Lin Xiaobai's hands.
“Bang! Bang!”
Two gunshots were heard, and two more people fell.
At the same time as Lin Xiaobai took action, Tang Jingmo's empty shell pierced into the eyebrows of the three people at the same second. He didn't know how he did it, but his muscle memory made the move before his brain did.
The other side quickly fought back, and a long series of bullet sounds were heard. The bullets hit the painted walls, and the peeling wall paint raised dust.
“Here!”
Xiaobai threw the seized pistol to Tang Jingmo, and he picked up the submachine gun and fired a burst of shots. All the bandits in the front were injured and taken away by the Black and White Impermanence.
Suddenly, a string of bullets came from the dark, and Tang Jingmo rushed over and pinned Xiaobai down. The bullets grazed his shoulder and plowed a scorch mark on his military uniform.
"Not bad, Ergou, we still have some tacit understanding between us." Lin Xiaobai stretched her muscles and bones, and clearly felt that after the strange phenomenon last night, her body was much more flexible, at least 60% of her skills in her previous life.
The same feeling also occurred to Tang Jingmo. He looked down at his hands, his mind a little confused. Every move just now seemed to be him, but not him.
Lin Xiaobai pulled open the criminal's collar, revealing a tattoo of a snake wrapped around a dagger. "Does it have any impression? All these criminals have this tattoo."
Tang Jingmo thought about it, his mind went blank, and he shook his head helplessly, "I can't remember."
There was a sound of cars in the distance, Lin Xiaobai listened carefully, "There are more people coming."
The two men became alert, looked at each other, walked out of the temple, and vaguely saw a group of olive green approaching.
"They are the same as the clothes you are wearing. They are probably your comrades. We can't let them see these bodies. It's hard to explain."
Lin Xiaobai pursed her lips and whistled, the tone rising and falling at random - it was the rhythm used to summon mutant beasts at the end of the world. But this time, she was responded by the howling of wolves.
Tang Jingmo watched in shock as a dozen gray wolves rushed into the temple gate.
They grabbed the corpse accurately and dragged it into the mountains as if they had been trained.
When the strongest wolf passed by, he actually bowed his head to Lin Xiaobai - that posture was like he was bowing to the king!
"you..."
"What are you talking about? You are making a fuss. The mountain god has appeared. It has nothing to do with me."
Then he kicked Tang Jingmo on the shin bone and said, "Go, pick up all the shells."
She narrowed her eyes, and the dagger on her fingertips emitted a cold silver light, "Don't miss a single one."
Tang Jingmo lowered his eyes and looked at the shell casing on the ground. He squatted down and rolled his fingertips over the number on the bottom of the brass shell casing - "71-36". A piece of information automatically emerged in his mind - the code name of the 36th Arsenal in 1971.
This number was like a key, "clicking" open a rusty lock in his memory.
"What are you daydreaming about?" The tip of the dagger was against the back of his neck, and Lin Xiaobai's voice came over with the mountain breeze, "You have lost your memory, but you still have your tongue, right? When you meet people later, what should you say and what shouldn't you say——"
"What should the fiancé say?" Tang Jingmo suddenly looked up.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, cutting out tiny spots of light on his chiseled face.
He raised his hand and pinched the edge of the dagger with two fingers, "For example... my wife put a knife to my neck?"
Lin Xiaobai's canine teeth were grinding. This man was still so difficult to deal with even though he had lost his memory!
She pulled back the dagger, but the tip of the knife was caught between his fingers and could not move. At the moment when the two were wrestling, the shouts of the reconnaissance company came from a distance.
"The closest relatives are husband and wife..." She suddenly leaned in close, her bloody breath sprayed on his ear, "Killing is the easiest, understand?"
Tang Jingmo chuckled.
He let go of the dagger and rubbed her hair directly with his palm, making her already messy hair look even more like a wild cat with its fur standing on end.
"Don't worry." The head under his palm froze, and he leaned over to pick up the shell. "I will protect my... little, daughter-in-law."
He pronounced the last three words slowly and heavily, as if they were ground repeatedly on the tip of his tongue.
The hairs on the back of Lin Xiaobai's neck stood up - this tone was clearly the same as the tone used by Tang Jingmo in the last days when he was causing trouble for her every time!
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