Have both of his allies really been turned against An Wujiu?

Perhaps An Wujiu relied on his own tricks, so he used the simplest method to force himself to drive him away and fall into isolation.

That's right, Liu Chengwei is not an ordinary person, he is a cult. How dangerous should they be if they join forces?

But if Liu Chengwei is really a cultist, why did An Wujiu directly expose his identity in the morning and target him everywhere?

Yang Ming frowned, thinking before and after.

The most dangerous thing is the safest. The more you step on it, the more innocent the relationship between the two appears.

"What should he do?" Wu You suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts, "Just put it here like this?"

Yang Ming took a deep breath.

Even if you can't kill Liu Chengwei today, you have to restrain him.

"Can you stay up late tonight or tomorrow night?" Yang Ming asked in front of Wu You.

"Tonight." Wu You replied.

Yang Ming nodded, "Then tie him to the reading room and tie him to the sofa, so that he can't move. You stare at him and see what will happen when you wake up tomorrow morning."

If anyone else dies, it means that Liu Chengwei is not a cult, but if it is Christmas Eve, Liu Chengwei cannot stay no matter what.

Anyway, this guy has only three blood bars left, and his survival value is only two points.

Just think he doesn't want these two points.

Several men present lifted Liu Chengwei up and arrived at the reading room. Wu You took the bedding from the lounge and put it on the ground, laying it for himself, and tied Liu Chengwei up with Lao Yu, and his limbs were firmly fixed on the sofa.

The others left, and Wu You sat on the floor, took out a piece of bread and ate it silently. After eating half of it, Liu Chengwei on the wooden bed also woke up. He struggled desperately and cursed at Wu You. But Wu You turned a blind eye and quietly ate the remaining half.

The more Liu Chengwei cursed, the more he became, the more he heard, and even raised his head and spitted at Wu You, but Wu You just turned his head slightly and avoided it, but still didn't say anything.

If you can't fight for the duel, time passes quickly. An Wujiu finished half of the "Vimalakirti Sutra" and was so sleepy that he just yawned. He thought that it was almost ten o'clock in his mind, so he closed the book and stood up and returned to his lounge.

When he passed by the porch of the lounge, he saw Zhong Yirou crossing his legs on the sofa on the porch, covering his face with the newspaper in his hand, and skull-headed high-heeled shoes on his feet were swaying, and he was about to fall down.

"Look for me?" Zhong Yirou sensed An Wujiu's existence, put down the newspaper, revealing a pair of cat eyes.

An Wujiu stepped closer and caught a glimpse of the coffee cup at her hand, so he tilted his head.

"Do another deal?"

They didn't say much on the porch, and there were ears in the partition wall. An Wujiu brought Zhong Yirou to the closed piano room. With a sincere cooperation attitude, he finished his plan to Zhong Yirou. He ignored her agreement and yawned Liantian and returned to his lounge No. 5.

He was sure that Zhong Yirou would nod.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have appeared on the lounge porch and waited for him until he came out.

They are all smart people, so there is no need to say too much.

An Wujiu sat by the bed, feeling that his arms that had been hanging on his chest were numb and felt very uncomfortable, so he took off the cloth strip, put down his right hand, then climbed onto the bed, and closed his eyes in a daze.

Liu Chengwei's hoarse scolding was heard in his ears. What happened during the day was reviewing in his mind. The countless precise routes formed by the strategies continued to move forward, and they were still a distance away from the goal he wanted to achieve.

Absent food and water resources, An Wujiu could feel that his physical energy was being consumed faster. The yellow energy bars on his head were decreasing again and again, so sooner or later there would be problems.

Before this, even if he had allies, he could not and could not exchange for other people's supplies, which was too easy to be exposed.

Three days left...

He lay down, and soon, Liu Chengwei obviously couldn't curse anymore, and calmed down, and the lounge became particularly quiet. It was so quiet that An Wujiu could only hear his heartbeat.

He counts time by heartbeat.

It's 11:35.

Twenty-five minutes left.

This feeling of recording time with heartbeat makes him feel familiar, but he can't remember what situation he did, and he just feels like he is doing it every day.

The feeling of amnesia made An Wujiu irritated and was about to turn over. As soon as his shoulders turned around, he suddenly turned over and opened his eyes. He used his uninjured left hand to overturn the person near the bed onto the bed. He stepped over and sat on him, and his forearm was directly crossed and pressed the other person's neck.

It's serious.

His throat was suppressed by An Wujiu, and his brows were frowning, and his hands kept patting An Wujiu's arms and body, like a fish that was dying and thumping.

"Want to attack?" An Wujiu's arms relaxed a little, slowly moved left on his red neck, and finally he changed hands to pinch his neck.

The fresh pulse was beating in his hands, beating faster than his heart.

An Wujiu relaxed and used only five points of force to breathe carefully. He panted and smiled at An Wujiu. In the darkness, the sound seemed to be amplified by An Wujiu's sensitive reaction to danger.

So it became more and more dangerous.

"You are so sensitive." He lay under An Wujiu, his transparent and charming green eyes seemed to have a layer of mist. "How did you find it?"

"I heard..." An Wujiu lowered his head, moved closer, stretched out his right hand, which had not healed and had a bloody smell, and held the two strings of red corals that were still slightly shaking with the fingertips. The tail sound was very cold.
Chapter completed!