Chapter 71 Killing Intent Is Coming

At night, the cold wind howls, like the souls of the warriors who are unwilling to be defeated in the ancient battlefield, screaming, trembling and desolate.

Cheng Ming closed the window that was open during the day, and then opened the curtains. The orange halo of the small desk lamp clearly reflected the anxiety on Cheng Ming's face.

Three days, An Xia has been sent to the small black room for three days, no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

Cheng Ming was so anxious that he walked around the room, "What should I do? Team, what can I do, even we can't get close, those bastards obviously want to lock up Miss An."

"If I had known it would be locked up for so long, I should have given Ms. An a few more meat buns! Team, think of a way. If you don't do anything, something will happen to Ms. An."

Who would have thought that the small black room that was agreed to be closed for only one night turned out to be closed for three days.

The other three girls didn't even enter the little black room!

Mu Chenyuan closed his eyes and rested half leaning on the single bed. Compared with Cheng Ming's anxiousness, he looked extraordinarily cold, as if Cheng Ming was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Big team!"

Cheng Ming stood by the bed, his eyes fell directly on his face, his voice was tense and tense, "Say something, don't you just look at it like this? Don't you care?"

Mu Chenyuan still didn't open his eyes, and even kept his breathing shallow and long.

Cheng Ming couldn't help becoming more anxious, and simply leaned over to see what his team was thinking, when his gaze fell on Mu Chenyuan's face, Cheng Ming choked for breath.

There was no sound of Cheng Ming in the room, and it was so quiet that it seemed that there was no sound of breathing.

Mu Chenyuan, who was leaning on the single head sideways, was hidden in a shadow that was not too thick, and his thin lips, which were usually slightly pursed, were even more tightly pursed at this moment, sharply protruding from the corners of his lips, and the immaculate handsome face engraved aggressive, sharp cold.

He is not without attention.

Cheng Ming slowly retracted his protruding waist, stood up straight, turned around, and sat on the single bed opposite.

He and the brigade share a room with a lot of space, but it still feels empty when the two of them live together.

Like a meeting, sit up straight and upright, and wait quietly.

"They are waiting for An Xia to be weak."

Finally, a voice without warmth came coldly, and Mu Chenyuan, who was hiding in the shadows, opened his eyes, which were dark and bottomless, "They are waiting, and we are waiting too."

"That……"

The voice of the brigade was so cold that when Cheng Ming asked, his throat was congested with blood, and he became a little hoarse, "Then when will we have to wait?"

"Wait until someone goes to the little black room."

"How do we know that someone will go?" Cheng Ming suppressed his voice, and in his low and soft tone, the coldness that belonged to a soldier came out of his sheath. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Big team, you last night..."

He turned off the desk lamp, then rushed to the window, stood where Mu Chenyuan stood last night, opened the curtains a little, looked forward through the little slit, Cheng Ming smiled.

At the end of the line of sight, you can see the abandoned building where Miss An is locked up.

Putting down the curtains, in the pitch-black room, he smiled softly, "No wonder you don't worry, you have been watching for a long time, brigade, did you stay up late last night? Change it tonight, and I will keep an eye on it. "

"En." Mu Chenyuan sank in response, "Turn on the light."

"Okay!" Cheng Ming tiptoed to the desk and turned on the desk lamp. The light was on. Cheng Ming smiled deeply, and the anxiety just now was gone.

Don't worry, he's relieved now.

It's not that the brigade doesn't care about it, it's already secretly taking care of it.

It's good to be in charge, it's good to be in charge, and Miss An will be fine with a brigade covering her.