After Jiang Tang turned around and left, the atmosphere at the dinner table became a little awkward.

Wang Jin felt that he should say something first.

But he had no clue at all.

That ginger candy is just like Zhao Guangming when he was young, the type of person who just watches the fun and doesn't take it too seriously.

Leave those words before leaving...

Isn't this a test of the revolutionary friendship between Wang Jin and Li Hui?

They are both underage!

"Don't worry, I'll be with you."

A faint female voice sounded, the tenderness in her tone almost overflowing.

It was Li Hui who spoke first.

She leaned gently on Wang Jin's shoulder, and her warm breath tickled people.

"When you find the answer, it's not too late to think about other things."

"Before this, we won't die, right?"

"…Um."

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

The corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

He is not a fool.

Being able to deal with many strange stories, Wang Jin's emotional intelligence is actually quite high.

Having experienced life and death crises together again and again, he could certainly feel the other party's concern from the bottom of his heart.

No matter what time, this girl would always stand in front of him regardless of her own safety.

It would be a lie to say that I don't like it.

As Jiang Tang said, the emotions of people like them are quick and passionate, like burning flames.

But Wang Jin didn't dare and couldn't.

Ancient gods, doctors, Wang Lin’s illness, and Wang Jue’s whereabouts.

Before solving these problems, he was not qualified to respond to any burning emotions.

Wang Jin, who has always been extremely tough on ghost stories, chose to escape at this moment.

Very shameful, but very useful.

"We agreed to survive."

Li Hui stretched out her little finger and smiled brightly.

At this moment, she seemed to see the figure hidden under the thick disguise.

Not that smart, not that dazzling, and even looks a little embarrassed.

But that is the real Wang Jin.

What a teenager should look like.

"Well, it's agreed."

Wang Jin reached out and hooked Li Hui's little finger, showing a gentle smile.

——

"Death, death, death!"

The young man looked at the scarlet substance spreading upwards from his arms with horror on his face, and let out bursts of wailing.

He has already begun to consider whether to cut off his arm to survive.

"Tsk, there seems to be a conflict between the spells somewhere."

You Rong pushed up her red thin-rimmed glasses and muttered softly.

"Save me?"

After realizing that his request for help had not been properly handled, Wang Jin turned to look at the woman with a complicated expression.

"Don't tell me you can't do it yourself."

You Rong didn't even raise his head and continued to look at the drawings with a cold tone.

"well…"

Wang Jin sighed, and his pupils suddenly became dark and deep.

Full of inspiration.

Contact is established and suppression is formed.

The scarlet substance on the hand trembled twice, shrank into a ball, and finally turned into a glove.

But Wang Jin could still feel the emotions coming from above.

It was fear, resentment, and a trace of happiness.

Wang Jin can roughly guess the idea of ​​a short sword...if a knife also has ideas.

In the end, the short sword did not escape the fate of being melted.

Fortunately, it did not turn into a shovel or a hoe, but instead turned into this brand-new piece of equipment together with the robe left from the feast.

Scarlet Arms.

Although You Rong thinks this name is not too flashy, Wang Jin himself quite likes it.

From the appearance, it looks more like iron filings mixed with blood and has no fixed form.

Wang Jin usually turns it into red gloves or wrist guards.

When needed, this thing can freely switch between the short sword and the scarlet grip, and can even cover the whole body.

Of course, it cannot create something out of nothing, provided there is sufficient blood to drive it.

Therefore, the ability to absorb flesh and blood is also retained.

In addition, the Scarlet Arms still retain part of the power of the feast.

Overall, You Rong did a pretty good job.

"What a pity, what a pity."

The woman tilted her head and looked at Wang Jin.

"If the flesh and blood training from Feast Research is not burned, it can actually be added to this."

"You wouldn't happen to..."

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Wang Jin waved his hand, looking like he had been greatly wronged.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

You Rong smiled and gently took off his white coat, revealing the tight shirt.

"I didn't find any information about that robe in the company's database... Is this considered a violation?"

"That's right."

Wang Jin swallowed and spit, with panic written all over his face.

Shrike said that the entire Suppression Department had secretly stolen the feast.

In other words, like the copper whistle, it is an unreported item.

Wang Jin even blatantly approached the deputy director of the R&D department and asked her to help him adjust...

It's simply taking the wool to the extreme.

If it's something belonging to the company, You Rong should help as a matter of course. That's his job.

But the situation is different now.

This is Wang Jin's personal commission, and You Rong can receive some compensation, which is understandable.

But this bitch started to take off her clothes!!

A man and a woman live together in the same room, a completely soundproof room.

what to do?

It's quite urgent, waiting online.

"Hero, if you have something to say, please speak it out."

Wang Jin closed his eyes and tried to back away.
To be continued...