Chapter 371: Food Spoiled, Corpses of Gods
Zhang Liyu's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the [Turtle Breathing Technique] could no longer suppress her heart rate. Her fingers tightly grasped the bed sheet, and her knuckles turned white due to the force.
Her throat tightened, as if an invisible hand was strangling her breath.
"Cuicui?"
She called softly, her voice trembling so much that it was almost inaudible.
No response.
The room was eerily quiet.
“Cui Cui!”
Zhang Liyu raised her voice, but still got no response.
Countless terrible thoughts flashed through her mind, each of which made her feel a chill to the bone.
Zhang Liyu's heartbeat almost stopped. She stared at Feng Yuhuai and asked, "What did you do to her?"
Feng Yuhuai stared at Zhang Liyu without blinking, his smile still gentle:
"Just let her get some sleep. Cuicui didn't get enough rest and she's too sad and excited. A good sleep will help her recover and will be good for her health."
Her fingers gently stroked Cuicui's cheek, her movements were as gentle as if she was stroking a work of art, and she said coquettishly with a little bit of blame: "Otherwise, Liyou, what do you think I will do to Cuicui? Your question is a little strange, huh?"
Zhang Liyu breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could finish her breath, her scalp felt numb.
She raised her chin stiffly and looked at Feng Yuhuai's gentle and picturesque face. The face was still beautiful, but the eyes were as dark as two black holes that swallowed up the light.
The corner of Zhang Liyu's mouth twitched, and the expression on her face was so stiff that it seemed to be frozen.
After three full seconds, she forced out an ugly smile:
"I'm sorry Yuhuai, Xiaojuan is missing, and I've been a little sensitive these past two days. I just feel that Cuicui's brain isn't working well to begin with, and you made her unconscious, so she'll be even more stupid when she wakes up."
Feng Yuhuai did not keep pursuing her. In the past two days, her mind had regained its former sharpness. She didn't know why, but it was definitely related to Xiaojuan.
Maybe it was because the quality of the last midnight snack was so good that it contained some brain-nourishing effects, but I don’t know how long the effects will last.
This made Feng Yuhuai want to devour Cuicui and Zhang Liyou quickly, but he was also a little reluctant to do so. Foodies who love delicious food should be able to empathize with this mentality.
"What a pity! If you don't eat Liyou's midnight snack, it might go bad. Alas—"
Feng Yuhuai looked at Zhang Liyu's stiff profile, his tongue licked his canine teeth unconsciously, thinking quietly in his heart.
Feng Yuhuai narrowed his eyes, hiding the fierce light in his pupils, and chuckled softly, "Yes, Cuicui has always been reckless and foolish.
But Liyu, how come you are so calm today? It really makes me look at you in a new light. I still remember that you were always shouting that you wanted to avenge Yazhi. "
Zhang Liyu's heart skipped a beat. She could feel Feng Yuhuai's gaze moving along her carotid artery, as if measuring the angle of her bite.
"One is Yazhi, the other is Xiaojuan,"
She forced herself to look Feng Yuhuai in the eye. "I realized that I should grow up. Revenge is not a slogan that can be said all the time. I need to conserve my energy and do it slowly."
Feng Yuhuai removed his palm, revealing his bright and neat teeth - that smile reminded Zhang Liyu of a wild beast before hunting.
"Well, our Liyue has grown up too."
Her voice was as sweet as honey: "Then you can accompany Cuicui to sleep for a while and recharge your energy. I'll go to the competition and be back soon."
Zhang Liyu looked at Feng Yuhuai's back as he walked out of the door, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.
She forced a smile and said, "When Cuicui wakes up, I'll take her to cheer you up."
"good!"
Feng Yuhuai stuck out his tongue and licked his red lips.
She raised her hands and casually gathered her cascading hair into her palms. She tied her hair up high with a bright red rope, and a few strands of soft hair fell from her ears.
The red rope flickered slightly in the light, like the trace of coagulated blood, forming a sharp contrast with her slender white fingers.
Her ponytail swung proudly behind her, rubbing against the martial arts uniform on her back, making a "hiss-hiss" sound, like a venomous snake ready to pounce, secretly flicking its dangerous tongue.
I watched Feng Yuhuai's figure disappear at the door until his back completely disappeared in the corridor.
Zhang Liyou slowly loosened her hands that were tightly clenching the bed sheets. Her fingers were stiff and white from prolonged exertion, her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, and there were even some red bloodstains.
Zhang Liyou took a deep breath, barely propped herself up, walked slowly to the door, reached out and gently pushed the door closed, then locked it.
The crisp "click" sound was particularly clear in the silent room. She stared at the door lock for a moment, confirmed that it was locked, then turned around, staggering a little.
She walked back to the bed, sat down, and carefully reached out her slightly trembling hand to Cuicui's nose.
After confirming the temperature of the exhaled breath on his index finger, Zhang Liyu collapsed on the bed as if exhausted. He hugged the sleeping Cuicui tightly in his arms from behind, his body still shivering slightly.
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"I can't deal with this monster Feng Yuhuai by myself. I must find a helper, a trustworthy and strong enough helper..."
Exhaustion surged up like a tide, soaking her consciousness.
In a daze, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, her thoughts were gradually swallowed up by the dim tiredness, and she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it seemed like several hours had passed. The noise in the campus had become quieter, and a rumbling sound like thunder came from the sky.
Cuicui woke up a while earlier and was staring out the window in a daze. When she saw Zhang Liyu wake up, she said softly with a pale face:
"Liyu, it's raining!"
………….The gods of the old era always preferred to use heavy rain as an eraser.
Whenever the greed and bloodshed of the world become too heavy, the thunder of Olympus will roar, the glazed tiles of the Palace of High Heaven will shatter, and the Milky Way will pour down, washing away the filthy earth with supreme majesty.
It was a vast expanse of white, as if a blank book of merit had been spread out, waiting for mankind to write its destiny again.
Those devout believers knelt in the mud, sang hymns and prayed for forgiveness with trembling voices.
They firmly believe that every bolt of lightning that splits the sky is an annotation from the gods, and every fierce flood is a cleansing procedure to restart the world, as if after the rainstorm of heaven's punishment, decay will eventually be transformed into new life.
Unfortunately, the gods of the new era have long since fallen.
Their bodies lay in the clouds—physical clouds, vast and cold, filling the sky and blocking out the sun, and motionless.
The Tianhe River no longer exists, and instead, there are countless crisscrossing steel supports and mechanical pipes.
Three million alloy water pipes were intertwined overhead, forming a huge urinary network, and the dull wheezing of hydraulic pumps replaced the roar of thunder.
When those chrome-plated pipes began to spasm regularly, the people in the downtown area knew that it was time to receive the "baptism" again - the digestive system in the downtown area was excreting metabolic circulating water through the artificial sphincter.
They call it rain.
Oh, by the way, don’t get me wrong, this kind of “rain” will never be accompanied by gloomy sky as long as it is daytime.
Because billions of colorful "suns" are always hanging high in the sky. They are energy and symbols. They can never be blocked and will never be extinguished during the day.
However, the sun is waterproof!
Therefore, people in the lower city more affectionately call all of this - sun shower!
(End of this chapter)
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