After I Transmigrated as a Mermaid, I Transmigrated Back

Twenty minutes later, Wang Junwu walked out of the woods with a team of night bearers.

Next to him, was Wang Yan with his arm twisted and a metal ring like a dog chain around his neck.

Unlike the wild laughter from the valley, the eyes of the 19-year-old boy at this time were filled with terror and confusion.

"Three dead, just grab this."

After a busy night, Wang Junwu was exhausted.

Signaled his subordinates to take the person down, clapped their hands, "The action is over, let's close the team."

Zhao Xiaokui jumped out of the trunk.

Lin Bai felt a gust of wind blowing by him.

Wang Junwu noticed the arrival of Zhao Xiaokui, but before he could stop him, she had already smashed Wang Yan in the face.

Wang Yan was smashed to the ground directly by her with a dazed expression.

After a while, the severe late pain made his expression look hideous. He stared at Zhao Xiaokui, his eyes were angry as if they could squirt out flames, struggling like a fish on the chopping board while yelling: "I will kill you, kill you!"

There was silence all around, time seemed to have been pressed the pause button, everyone was watching this scene, but no one stood up to stop her.

Zhao Xiaokui put his foot on Wang Yan's face.

His slender and beautiful calf, stepped on heavy military boots, firmly fixed his face to the ground.

He was speechless and could only twist his body like a poor caterpillar.

Zhao Xiaokui did not speak, but stared at him, using a little bit of force under his feet.

Little by little, Wang Yan's head sank into the muddy ground not long after it rained. Tears and nasal mucus poured out, and there was a whimper in his nose.

He is still very young, only nineteen years old.

None of the night keeper present, including Zhao Xiaokui, was younger than him.

The roar of the explosion and the painful groans of the comrades-in-arms seemed to be echoing in the ears. Watching this scene, no one felt pity, but only felt happy.

Some people have red eyes and clenched fists, and they just want to step on the ground by themselves.

But Zhao Xiaokui can do it, they can't.

They are night-holders, soldiers who order and prohibit.

The sky did not know when it started to lightly rain.

Patter.

The rain drops on people's faces coldly.

Wang Yan's anger was extinguished little by little in the rain.

The stench of the soil and the smell of fallen leaves rushed into his nose.

In an instant, boundless fear struck him.

"Trash, why did I give birth to you trash? When I was in the delivery room, I should have thrown you on the ground and fell to death!"

"A person like you is a waste of food while alive, and a waste of land when you die, and the ashes will pollute the air!"

"You are just rubbish."

The accusations of parents, the mocking of relatives and friends, the disappointment of teachers...

No, I am not a waste.

He reached out and burned all these people into coke.

Before he could feel the joy of revenge, the scene before him suddenly changed.

Mother was cooking noodles in the kitchen and asked him loudly, "Do you want to eat one egg or two eggs?"

With his old and rough hands, my father handed a stack of odds and ends to his hand, "I asked your uncle to borrow some, and I finally got it. You remember to bring the tuition to the teacher in the afternoon, and don't let anyone rush you. "

The sister who had just been full moon showed a sweet smile in his arms.

Wang Yan almost forgot that he was still lying in the mud and was trampled on his face with his feet.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to poke his sister's soft face. He knew how tender her skin would feel, like water.

However, before his hand touched his sister's fleshy face, the fire suddenly ignited from his arms.

The mother in the kitchen and the father sitting on the sofa had the same flames.

But they didn't know that they were ignited, their expressions were as usual, but their faces and bodies were constantly burning down.

Black smoke came out of them, but in the blink of an eye, their facial features were distorted, making it hard to recognize the original appearance.

Even so, the smiles on their faces remained as usual.

"Eat more meat to grow taller, this chicken leg is for you."

"I found you a job in an auto repair shop. You have worked hard for two years and learned something."

"brother……"

"No, no, no—"

Wang Yan desperately tried to stop the blazing fire and keep the beautiful scene before him.

It's useless.

But it's useless.

The flame that had once been like an arm's command, completely refused to listen to his call.

They burned unscrupulously, burned on his loved ones, and burned his heart.

His lips moaned.

Regret for being late.

Zhao Xiaokui lifted his foot to let go of him. At this time, Wang Yan was completely immersed in his emotions and forgot to resist.

Two night-holders stepped forward and pulled him up from the ground.

They got so close that they could hear what he was saying.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

Rolling tears slipped from his eyes, and he shivered, saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.

But if an apology is useful, why should the police do?

Time cannot be turned back. He just said I'm sorry a thousand times and ten thousand times. Those who were killed by him can't come back to life.

"It's the first time to participate in the action of the night bearer, how do you feel?"

In the car, after learning that the action was over, Su Mingyue sent a message to Zhao Xiaokui.

"tired."

Zhao Xiaokui, who was about to fall asleep, squinted his eyes and replied when he heard the news.

Zhao Xiaokui made great efforts in the arrest tonight.

The helicopter was the first she found, and it was also hit by a water jet.

If it hadn't been for her to take Lin Bai and Gou Rixin to bypass the mine formation, it would not be possible to catch the suspect smoothly today.

Moreover, the losses that may occur to the people who hold the night will far exceed the present.

Su Mingyue in the back also heard about her record, praised her and asked: "Although the trial time has not been set yet, it should be within this month. Would you like to come and have a look?"

Zhao Xiaokui: "Can I come and see it?"

Su Mingyue: "Yes, if you join Nightcrawler, your actions tonight will also give you credit."

Zhao Xiaokui pursed her lips, "I will consider it again."

Speaking of consideration, she knew in her heart that she was already shaken.

She is an extraordinary person.

And he is an extraordinary person who has lived in a truly extraordinary world for five years.

If she hadn't had the experience of those five years, she might be like most ordinary people, struggling for fame, fortune and status for a lifetime.

But having seen the magnificence and beauty of the extraordinary world and experiencing the beauty of the transition of life, how can she be willing to waste her life on secular fame and fortune.

She closed her eyes.

Mixed thoughts.

The black convoy drove on the way back, and a faint light appeared silently on the far horizon.

Shen Zhifei woke up from the darkness.

There is no breath of Zhao Xiaokui in the villa.

She felt a little bit extraordinary in hindsight.

She was dreaming again.

The dream is still the scene of the mermaid kingdom.

She did not walk around, but followed the mermaid girl with the golden fishtail.

Watch her being mocked, watch her fight back, watch her hysterical, watch her cry silently in the dark.

When she woke up, the choking pain seemed to be still lingering in her heart.

She wanted to convince herself that none of this was true, but it was not easy.

Whether it’s the frown when she doesn’t like food, or the little finger trembling when she’s sad, she tells her carefully and clearly--

This is Zhao Xiaokui.

No matter how she denies or believes it, those are Zhao Xiaokui's past.

It was the past of the girl who would collapse on the sofa and laugh while watching the sand sculpture variety show.

She was so painful, so lonely, so... helpless.

In her dream, she didn't know how many times she wanted to hug the seemingly stubborn girl, to wipe the tears from her face, and to stand behind her when they surrounded her.

But she can't do it.

Except for the sculpture in the middle, in the entire Mermaid Kingdom, no one or anything noticed her existence.

She could only watch the mermaid girl pass through her body again and again, listening to the unscrupulous mocking of those people...

Shen Zhifei never felt powerless like in a dream.

The night-keeper's car drove Zhao Xiaokui to the door of the villa.

When she opened the door and got off the car, she saw Shen Zhifei standing outside the door.

Shen Zhifei was wearing a khaki windbreaker leaning against the door, her eyes closed, her face paler than paper in the faint morning light.

Hearing the movement, she raised her head and looked over, smiling as she scanned Zhao Xiaokui.

Tiredness made Zhao Xiaokui jump out of the car, only to feel her breath.

She said goodbye to the night bearer in the car, and ran towards Shen Zhifei, "Why are you outside?"

Surprisingly, Shen Zhifei suddenly bent over and stretched out his arms to hug her.

Zhao Xiaokui was hugged by her, stunned, how cruel and vicious when facing the enemy.

The girl's body was soft like a ball of cotton.

Shen Zhifei could hear the heart of the mermaid girl, which was more powerful than ordinary people, was plopping non-stop.

This is not a dream.

The person in his arms is real.

This cognition made Shen Zhifei suddenly relax.

She closed her eyes, buried her head between Zhao Xiaokui's neck, and took a deep breath of the unique sweet fragrance of a mermaid girl, and said, "I want to see you soon."

Thinking of... you can't even wait for the distance from the door to the living room.

Zhao Xiaokui's cheeks gradually turned flush, and the corners of her lips opened, revealing a silly smile.

"Really," she said awkwardly, "how old are you, how can you act like a baby better than me."

"I'm so hungry! You have to eat something you know not to cook to get better!"

Zhao Xiaokui yelled as soon as he entered the house.

She ate a lollipop and a few toffee after a busy night, and howling hungry.

Shen Zhifei opened the refrigerator and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Xiaokui went hungry and didn't want to toss his girlfriend early in the morning. She said, "Just cook a bowl of noodles."

Shen Zhifei glanced at the refrigerator.

With Zhao Xiaokui, leftovers never appeared in Shen Zhifei's refrigerator. It was filled with fresh vegetables and eggs that were only filled in yesterday.

Shen Zhifei took a piece of lean meat, a few green onions and a bag of bread.

Although Zhao Xiaokui is not picky in eating, he doesn't eat a lot of things that he doesn't like. The same is noodles. She can eat a bowl of noodles similar to those cooked in a noodles, but only a bowl of ordinary thin noodles.

Put the lean meat in a meat grinder and smash it, and Shen Zhifei turned on two stoves at the same time.

Boil water on one stove and oil on one stove.

The blue faint flame licked the bottom of the pot, and the oil in the pot quickly raised blue smoke.

Pour the minced meat into the pot, stir-fry until the color changes, then add the cooking wine and cut ginger, then various seasonings, stir fry, and saute.

The moderately fat minced meat quickly changed color in the pot, and under the thick oily light, the meat smell spread along with the garlic fragrance.

When the whistle was fried, the water in the other pot was just boiling, and a spoonful of it was poured on it, and the golden oil flower appeared.

Put the noodles in boiling water, three minutes later, use a colander to scoop them up, and pour them into a bowl after passing cold water.

The hand that started the pot poured the whistle on the surface more easily than before.

Take out the green vegetables that have been blanched in the remaining temperature and place them on a plate, and sprinkle the chopped green onions on top.

Shen Zhifei cleaned up the kitchen and walked out with his face.

The person who usually loves to wrap behind her when she is cooking is lying on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed.

She put her face on the dining room table and was about to yell at someone, but noticed that the girl with her eyes closed slightly frowned, and her forehead was oozing with fine cold sweat, as if she had a nightmare.

Shen Zhifei pulled a piece of paper and wiped the sweat from her forehead for the girl.

Zhao Xiaokui opened her eyes, there was undispelled fatigue in her eyes, she hummed and said, "The head hurts..."

Shen Zhifei touched her head and asked: "What's wrong?"

Feeling the cool hand on his forehead, Zhao Xiaokui said, "It hurts."