Ai Liang's explanation left Fang Donghai speechless.

It is indeed his own fault for believing the words of a thousand-faced man, no one can blame others.

"That Janus...is that really me?"

Jin Ping'an opened the safety of the pistol, with a certain determination on his face.

If you tell Jin Ping'an at this time that he is indeed Janus, this dead brain will definitely commit suicide immediately.

Just like you, you still want to be the mastermind behind the scenes?

Ai Liang scolded unceremoniously, "Are you an idiot?"

Ai Liang pointed at Fang Donghai, who was bound and unable to move: "This guy was tricked around, someone sold him, and he counted the money. Do you believe his nonsense?"

Fang Donghai was just about to refute, but on second thought, what Ai Liang said was absolutely correct.

He was completely unilaterally listening to the orders of the Thousand Faces.

Since the Thousand Faces has been deceiving himself, how true is what he said?

Fang Donghai carefully recalled all the conversations he had with the Thousand Faces.

Thinking about it, Fang Donghai became more and more chilled.

The Thousand Faces never admitted that Jin Ping'an was Janus.

Not to mention deception, because everything is made up by oneself.

The Thousand Faces just didn't deny it.

This guy has been playing word games with himself!

Can a dagger kill Jin Ping'an?

Of course! Can an ordinary person be stabbed to death by himself and still live?

Killing Janus guarantees Fang Xinlei's legs will return to normal?

Of course it can be guaranteed, anyway, I can't kill him at all!

After thinking about everything, Fang Donghai began to fall into despair.

Everything he did was useless, and those people didn't care about the lives of him and Fang Xinlei.

Fang Donghai looked at Jin Ping'an beside him.

He found that the only thing he could do now was to ask Jin Ping'an to take care of Fang Xinlei.

Otherwise, a girl with inconvenient legs and an awkward personality, who has lost both parents, how can she live?

"The Hermit is right, I'm a fool who has been tricked around."

Fang Donghai looked at Jin Ping'an with pleading eyes: "I killed Cheng Lejia, my life is at your disposal, but please take care of it..."

'I'm coming. ’

A sudden voice sounded in Ai Liang's mind.

This is Xia Qiyuan using the engraving to deliver news to him.

"Who told you that Cheng Lejia is dead?"

Ai Liang stopped talking nonsense and procrastinating. He directly interrupted Fang Donghai's behavior as a caregiver: "He is still alive and well."

This time both of them were stunned.

Every time Ai Liang opens her mouth, she reveals important information.

This made their emotions go up and down like a roller coaster.

Jin Ping'an, who had not had time to come out of his grief, almost fainted after hearing that Cheng Lejia was still alive.

He immediately grabbed Ai Liang's arm and asked loudly, "Le Jia is still alive?! Where is he?!"

Ai Liang brushed away Jin Ping'an's palm and distanced himself from him: "He's right here."

"It's here? What does this... mean... mean..."

Jin Ping'an spoke as if he realized something, and his voice gradually decreased until he lost his voice.

Fang Donghai's expression was equally astonished.

He was sure and certain that he broke Cheng Lejia's neck, but why did the hermit say that Cheng Lejia was still alive?

unless…

Ai Liang looked at Jin Ping'an, and was about to look at Jin Ping'an's belly: "It's time to come out after watching the liveliness for so long, don't you want me to invite you?"

Jin Ping'an saw Ai Liang looking at him, so he said, "What are you talking about... um!"

Before he finished speaking, the severe pain in his abdomen forced Jin Ping'an to kneel on the ground.

He felt that something was gathering from his limbs toward his abdomen.

"It's really boring, can't you wait for them to speak?"

A very familiar voice from Jin Ping'an came from his abdomen.

"Uh... ahhh!!"

Pfft!

The black liquid spurted out of Jin Ping's abdomen, gradually turning into a dagger.

Fang Donghai widened his eyes and opened his mouth. This short sword was the one that pierced into Jin Ping'an's abdomen before!

It's just that now this short sword seems to have spirituality, and it circles Jin Ping'an in a humanized way.

The dagger came to the open space on the side, and in the shocked expressions of the two, it melted back into "liquid" and continued to expand, and finally turned into a person they were very familiar with.

Ai Liang took a half step back in disgust and kept a distance from Janus.

Mimic yourself into a mini dagger, and then drill into someone else's body.

Ai Liang felt uncomfortable just thinking about this kind of thing.

After the figure was stable, Cheng Lejia imitated a set of casual clothes, and greeted the two of them with a smile: "Yo, it's been a long time... It's not too long, it seems like it's less than two days?"

Jin Ping'an clutched his abdomen, and the moment he saw Cheng Lejia, the biting chill seemed to make the blood all over his body coagulate.

Facing the fear of the unknown, and the hopeless assumption.

Under the double blow, Jin Ping'an hoped that Fang Donghai's conjectures were true.

Because in that case, I only need to commit suicide to solve all problems, and I don't have to face the cruel truth that follows.

"Doctor Fang aside... Ping An, you don't seem very happy to see me?"

Cheng Lejia, or Janus, smiled and walked in the direction of Jin Ping'an.

Just as he took a step, a stern sound made him stop.

"Stop! What the **** are you?!" Jin Ping'an raised his gun at Cheng Lejia.

"what?"

Cheng Lejia folded her hands, frowned and said, "I was so mad when my fake body died, and I was heartbroken when I woke up this morning.

Now seeing me alive and asking me what I am, this kind of talk is really sad, my dear friend. "

Jin Ping'an put his finger on the trigger: "Who are you?!"

Cheng Lejia touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly: "As you can see, I am Jin Ping'an's best friend, the heir of Shengjia Group, and the master of Song Jie and Hu Yingshao."

"There is another insignificant little identity."

Cheng Lejia narrowed his eyes, used his ability to solidify the surrounding space, and sat on it: "The apostle of space ability, code-named 'Disciple' in the Apostles Society, Janus."

What Cheng Lejia was saying, Jin Ping'an couldn't understand at all.

He never thought that Cheng Lejia was also a person with special abilities.

Jin Ping'an looked at the familiar and unfamiliar figure sitting on the door of the space from a distance.

The muzzle of the gun pointed at the opponent trembled slightly.

Cheng Lejia sighed and shook his head: "Don't point a gun at me. Although this thing is just a toy, I will be very sad if you point a gun at me."

"you…"

Before Jin Ping'an could finish speaking, Cheng Lejia clapped both hands: "Oh right, I don't seem to have explained what happened the night before."

Cheng Lejia jumped down and stomped the ground with his feet. A "human" figure slowly appeared on the concrete ground.

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