"It's too abstract," Xiaolan cried, "I can't understand it!"
"Xiaolan?" Qin Yin's soft call sounded in his ears.
Xiaolan quickly turned her head and looked at Qin Yin.
Qin Yin's movements did not slow down. She was tied tightly with iron ropes, kneeling on the ground, staring at herself in surprise.
"Sister Xiaoyin!" Xiaolan shouted desperately, "Come and help me!"
Although Meng Fuling's movements slowed down, the dagger was still getting closer to his chest.
And Xiaolan's body was locked tightly under him, unable to move.
Without saying a word, Qin Yin stood up on his knees, jumped a few times on his tied feet, tripped over the heavy iron rope, and fell hard to the ground.
But she didn't give up and rolled directly towards Xiaolan.
Finally getting closer, Qin Yin stood up like a carp, ignoring the pain of the iron rope being cut into his flesh, and put his head on Meng Fuling's waist.
"ah!"
Qin Yin screamed and was bounced away.
Meng Fuling remained motionless.
The tip of the knife had already reached his chest.
Qin Yin immediately rolled back, rubbing his body on the ground, opening his mouth and biting Meng Fuling's hand holding the handle of the knife.
There was a sound of stones colliding with each other in her mouth.
Xiaolan's cold sweat slipped into her eyes, stinging herself.
The tip of the knife had penetrated her skin, and Xiaolan felt the coldness brought by the metal.
Qin Yin's teeth were almost broken, but he still persisted in biting.
calm.
Xiaolan gasped for breath, and every tremor in her chest was a burst of bone-chilling pain.
Calm down.
Why is it slowing down?
Why are only his and Qin Yin's movements normal?
Do you and Qin Yin have anything in common?
Space-time ability?
But Meng Fuling also has this ability.
The answer, time is the answer.
time.
time……
"Sister Xiaoyin!" Xiaolan saw her blood seeping out along her coat, "Give me your hand! Lend me your power!"
Qin Yin let go of Meng Fuling's hand, "My power?"
"Your power!" Xiaolan felt blood oozing out of her eyes, "Your power to control time! Lend it to me!"
Although Qin Yin doubted whether he had the so-called power of time, he still sat up, twisted his body, and reached towards Xiaolan with his hands tied behind his back.
The hand in the iron rope and the hand pressed tightly under the knee touched each other.
Xiaolan's blood gurgled out.
That's Xiaoxiao's heart...
"Power..." Xiaolan's voice started to become hoarse, "Sister Xiaoyin, use your power..."
"I don't have that kind of power!" Qin Yin cried.
"You have it," Xiaolan's lips trembled, "Time is a power that Meng Fuling doesn't have. You have it, it's in your body..."
Qin Yin shook off the tears on his face, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Their fingertips slowly glowed with a glimmer of light.
Creak - creak -
The iron rope on Qin Yin's body suddenly tightened.
Her body was shaking violently.
Xiaolan had no strength left, and everything in front of her eyes gradually became blurry.
Qin Yin grasped Xiaolan's index finger.
"Xiaolan!"
She screamed as the iron rope dug into her flesh.
Xiaoxiao’s heart…
Maybe that's it.
Xiaolan finally opened her mouth.
"Xiaoyin... take them and run away..."
Suddenly a golden light appeared in front of my eyes.
The light quickly dimmed.
Xiaolan gasped suddenly.
You can move now.
And...he is standing on the ground.
There was hard ground under her feet. Xiaolan quickly touched her chest. There were no wounds or blood.
Of course, there is no pain.
There was some rustling in my ears.
Xiaolan covered her eyes and rubbed them. The brief light blindness plunged her into darkness. When she put down her hand, a figure appeared in front of her eyes.
Is it Qin Yin?
The man hesitated and leaned against the wall.
Xiaolan narrowed her eyes.
My heart sank.
It's Meng Fuling.
My right forearm suddenly felt cold, and something fell straight down the sleeve into my palm.
Xiaolan stood there, groping for the shape of the thing.
This... looks like a dagger.
There are annular protrusions on the handle and jagged blood grooves on both sides of the blade.
This is Meng Fuling's murderous dagger.
"Who are you?!" Meng Fuling on the other side screamed.
Xiaolan was stunned.
She looked around, seeing the dark walls, the straw mat in the corner, and the weak light coming in from a small window on the door.
This is like a Dalit prison.
What's in front of you is...
"Meng Zecheng?" Xiaolan asked tentatively.
The man's stiff body relaxed a little, and he stretched his neck and asked, "Xiao...Xiaohong?"
"Ah?" Xiaolan quickly remembered, "Oh, yes, I am."
"Damn," Meng Zecheng glanced at the wall behind him with wide eyes, then approached Xiaolan and looked her up and down, "How did you get here? You're so amazing!"
"Well……"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had this ability?" Meng Zecheng looked at her angrily, "Is it magic? Can you lead people?"
"No...it's not magic," Xiaolan said hesitantly, "Meng Zecheng, this is...my ability."
"Ability?" Meng Zecheng's almond-shaped eyes widened again. After understanding what Xiaolan meant, he hurriedly came over and lowered his voice, "Didn't they find out that you have powers? You must not be seen, then you also
Don't use this ability, it's not safe, let's just stick to the old method..."
Why would you send yourself back to this time and in front of Meng Zecheng?
Why...there is a knife in my hand.
Xiaolan bit her lower lip, tightened her grip on the knife handle, and tried not to think about that possibility.
"Meng Zecheng," Xiaolan asked in a hoarse voice, "do you know Meng Fuling?"
Meng Zecheng frowned, "Who is that?"
"Do you know...Chu Jing?"
Meng Zecheng's expression instantly froze on his face.
"You...you..." He stretched out his fingers, his whole body trembling, "Why...not me! I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill that girl! I didn't! I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!...
"
Meng Zecheng hugged his head and yelled, as if this name made him go crazy.
Xiaolan's eyes were hot and her nose was also hot.
"Do you... know Tian Xiaoxiao?"
Her heart beat suddenly.
Meng Zecheng's movements paused.
"Xiaoxiao..." He muttered the name and stood up slowly.
"Xiaoxiao," Xiaolan covered her chest, "Tian Xiaoxiao."
"I..." Meng Zecheng opened and closed his mouth feebly, a tear welling up from the corner of his eye, "I love Xiaoxiao."
thump!
The heart beats harder.
"You...you love?..." Xiaolan felt something stuck in her throat, "But you..."
"I love her," Meng Zecheng lowered his arms, "Even if I die, I will not kill her. Xiaoxiao... I didn't kill her. I love Xiaoxiao... I have loved her for five years..."
Thump thump thump thump…
"I know it wasn't you who killed them," Xiaolan gasped, "it was Meng Fuling who killed them."
Meng Zecheng's dull eyes flickered and he murmured, "Meng Fuling..."
"Yes, Meng Fuling," Xiaolan choked up for some reason, "I came here just to kill him."