Chapter 1967： Draw, go! leave here!

Chapter 1967 painting, go! leave here!

Chapter 1969, draw, go! leave here!

"A Qing!"

"A Qing!"

"Hey! Hey!"

"Acknowed you can hear it? How are you?"

The cloud painting slammed the closed door with a small window on the door to see the inside.

However, these rooms are either reaction rooms or various laboratory testing rooms. The sealing performance is very good and the sound insulation effect is very good. The cloud paintings have been patted for a long time, and the people inside have not moved a little!

Will he already... already...

Cloud painting can't imagine.

But... must face it.

"A Qing!"

"Bo Siqing! You didn't hear me talking! Bo Siqing!"

Can't open, cloud painting decided to slam again.

Previously, I had some experience in the elevator door. She thought about looking for the steel pipe for the first time. There is no such thing as this. I need to return to the road I just came.

Just as she was about to turn around, the curled up person in the room looked up and looked over.

"A Qing!"

Cloud painting suddenly surprised.

However, the next second, her face changed.

wrong.

The situation of Bo Siqing is wrong.

His eyes... reddish!

It's like the red when the person is completely mad and the eyes are completely congested when they are completely irritated.

When the four eyes were opposite, the cloud painting was shocked by the smashing.

But she still did not avoid her eyes.

"A Qing."

She squatted on the door and looked across the window to the red-haired man.

The other party is also staring at her.

Eyes...indifferent...

It seems that it seems that she does not know her at all!

The heart of the cloud painting sinks a little bit, as if there is a net that covers her heart. This net is constantly tightening and tightening, so that she can’t breathe and almost suffocate...

But she was reluctant to look away.

Even if he looks at her eyes at the moment is completely strange, cold and mad, bloody, terrible, she is reluctant to remove half a point!

She was afraid that this would be the last time she saw him in her life, a living man!

"A Qing..."

She squatted on the door and whispered.

She knows that he can't hear, she is not really calling him, she is just telling herself that he is Bo Siqing, her Aqing...

He stood up.

He stood up and walked towards her.

The red color in his eyes did not fade at all, but it was getting thicker and thicker. The indifference in his eyes was getting more and more victorious... When he walked to the door, he looked in the window through the glass window and the cloud painting in his eyes. The indifference has completely changed into... animal, bloodthirsty animal!

The heart of the cloud painting suddenly jumped.

At this moment, she even thought he wanted to eat her!

He wants to bite her and drink her blood.

This is the only feeling of cloud painting at the moment, these things are like being written in his eyes.

The cloud painting is close to the lips, and once again: "A Qing, you... what happened to you."

Her voice is very low, but her mouth shape is fully recognizable.

The cloud paintings are very clear. They have been trained in lip language. Looking at her mouth shape, she can fully understand what she is saying.

Did he understand?

Cloud painting is also uncertain.

After all, she couldn't even determine who he was at the moment, or her Aqing.

The two looked at each other.

One second, two seconds...

It seems that it is only a short one minute, but it seems to be as long as a century.

The lips of the cloud painting gradually began to rise, and the eyes became grievous.

Why don't you recognize me?

If it is me, unless you die, you will never forget you.

But you, actually don’t recognize me...

You look at my eyes at this moment, so strange, like watching a stranger, watching a prey...

"boom!"

Just when the heart of the cloud was blocked, the room suddenly became alive.

Bo Siqing suddenly took his head and slammed into the small glass window on the door!

What's wrong? !

The cloud painting was shocked. She couldn’t help but take a step back and watched the scene with horror.

"boom!"

"Hey!"

The head of Bo Siqing seems to have no idea of ​​the pain at all. It seems that there is no feeling in general, and it slams into the glass window again and again!

The glass is a high-strength tempered glass that can withstand a certain shock wave of glass. Cloud painting has been tried, and it is difficult to pry the glass with a fist.

You can use the head like this, and once and for all, the glass has cracked!

"A Qing!"

"Thin Siqing!"

"What happened to you? You stop! You don't want to die!"

After the initial shock, the cloud painting was a huge panic.

This is the way that Shi Siqing used his head to smash glass, just like losing his mind completely. He wants to kill himself alive!

However, no matter how the cloud painting shouts and screams, the thin shouqing inside seems to be inaudible.

He is still trying to use his head to smash glass.

Later his hand even held his head hard.

It’s just that his movements are very strange.

His hand pushed the door for a while, as if to push his body a little further, and then licking his head, as if to stop his head from hitting the glass...

"Hey!"

He suddenly gave himself a punch.

The cloud painting was shocked. She held her mouth in horror, and she was afraid to be confident.

Is he mad at Bo Siqing?

He slammed his fist on his own cheek.

He took a few steps to himself and slammed into the wall before stopping.

Cloud painting is full of panic.

At this moment, the thin squad that slammed into the wall, his hands slammed on the wall, slammed on the wall with ten fingers, and smashed ten blood marks on the white wall.

His nails were bleeding, but he seemed to be unable to control, and his fingers were still squatting on the hard walls.

Cloud painting is about to collapse, what is wrong with him?

are you crazy?

At this moment, Bo Siqing's body is like a machine with rust, turning his head mechanically and looking at the clouds.

His eyes are red.

He opened his mouth and spoke.

No sound.

The door is isolated, she can't hear any sound inside, she can only look at his mouth, guess what he wants to say.

The first time, she did not understand.

She thought he wouldn't repeat it, but what she didn't expect was that he actually repeated it.

Cloud painting can only understand simple spoken language. He seems to be holding it hard. He twisted his head and looked at her. The ribs in his neck were all convex and collapsed very tightly. Like this movement, he needed to spend him. All the strength is average!

"Go, draw, walk, go..."

"Drawing, go, leave here..."

The cloud painting followed his mouth and said these words, his repeated words.

He recognized her?

He recognized her!

But...he let her go?

Cloud painting took a moment, and before I even had time to be happy, I quickly shook my head. "No, no, I will never leave the thin board! I will not go! I will not die!"

"go!"

"go!"

"Draw, go! Leave!"

The reddish color in his eyes was even worse. The blood on his white wall was longer and heavier. His mouth grew to the maximum, and the ribs in his neck were completely violent, as if he had exhausted all his strength and yelled at her: "Go! Go! what--"

(End of this chapter)