Yang Xiaole stood in front of the cell, looking at Xin Rui who was still asleep, with a brown pill lying in his palm, which was given to him by Xin Li before he died, and asked him to take it, but what the effect of this medicine was, it was unknown.

"Well, I think it's something that can make people lose their memories, right? There's a forget-me-soothing in it, and after taking it, it will make people lose their memories, like a newborn baby, and even forget their last name. ”

Yan Shou was yelled at by Yang Xiaole across a few streets, and took his glasses to look at it, this thing is indeed this effect.

"That's it," Yang Xiaole's eyes flickered, and he suddenly remembered the god (qíng) who Xin Li said to him at that time, it seemed to be a relief, knowing that there would be no hope of living, but he still stayed, could it be that he did it to give himself this pill, just to let Xin Rui live well?

Yang Xiaole was a little uncomfortable by this thought that suddenly came out of his mind, and he began to reflect on whether he was too ruthless, originally this kind of person was imprisoned for a few years, there was no need to really ask for his (xìng) life, such a casual and indiscriminate killing, what is the difference between himself and those evil cultivators?

"Xiaole, Yang Xiaole!"

Yan Shou was talking to him, but the person suddenly stopped moving, and he thought something was wrong (qíng), only to find out that the person was distracted when he was talking to him!

"Hmm? I didn't hear you clearly. Yang Xiaole came back to his senses and pulled the pill in his hand, but he still hadn't made up his mind whether to give it to Xin Rui or not.

"I said, I kept the position of the city lord for you, that position is not suitable for me, so you should continue to be in charge. ”

Yang Xiaole nodded, he had guessed some of this result, but who was in this position now did not have much impact on him, after all, Yan Shou was now completely his own person.

Yan Shou left, Yang Xiaole squatted in front of Xin Rui for a night, he felt that he should come according to Xin Li's last wish, but he felt that this was not fair to Xin Rui, what if he didn't want to forget?

Therefore, Yang Xiaole used the most stupid method, that is, to wake people up and ask himself, Xin Rui heard the news of Xin Li's death, his eyes would not move, although there was no sad expression (qíng) on his face, but this kind of silent wonder was the most able to poke his heart.

Yang Xiaole turned (shēn) and planned to go out and give him a little personal space to vent (qíng), but he didn't seem to need it, so he just said in a dumb voice: "You come directly, just follow his wishes, I have never heard him in my life, so I will listen to him for the last time." ”

Xin Rui still ate it, not only forgetting everything (qíng), but even who he was, thinking that he was the one who lived in this city from the beginning, Yang Xiaole saw that he was very naturally integrated into the part of the shop Xiaoer (shēn), and he was also relieved, and it seemed that it was not bad to be able to watch others change their lives and live a new life.

"Hey, it's really a creation to make people. ”

Behind Yan Shou's hand, he knew the ins and outs of the matter (qíng) from Zhang Ling's mouth, looking at this young man felt indescribable sadness, but he himself didn't seem to feel anything, and he did a very good job as a shopkeeper.

"Forget it, it's all their own choice, we're just spectators. ”

Yang Xiaole sighed faintly, with something in his heart (qíng), and there was no way to relax the table (qíng) on his face, he opened a room in his bar street at night, and kept pouring alcohol, not letting anyone come in and disturb him.

Zhang Ling and Huo'er stood in front of the door and looked at each other, they had just solved a big matter, shouldn't their master be very happy in his heart?

"Let's go, the boss doesn't have a good heart (qíng) right now, so let's not bother me too much. ”

Zhang Ling grabbed the fire that wanted to rush in, although he didn't know what happened to Yang Xiaole (qíng), but all these years of observation made it clear to him that Yang Xiaole didn't want anyone to go in and disturb him now.

This sudden thought directly made Yang Xiaole fall into self-doubt, he has indeed killed too many people recently, and many things (qíng) have chosen an extreme way to deal with it, so he feels that there may be something wrong with his heart (xìng).

Yang Xiaole has been locking himself in the bar, soaking for two or three days, I don't know how much good wine he has drunk, and when he finally comes out, the whole person (shēn) is smelly, smells of alcohol and sweat, and always has a little bit of everything.

Huo'er originally wanted to pounce on it and care about it, but when she smelled it, she subconsciously retreated, covering her nose with a look of unbearable (qíng).

"Master, what the hell are you doing here, why does it smell so big, go wash it up. ”

Yang Xiaole also smiled when he heard this, he knew that he had a big taste, so as soon as he came out, he ran directly to Yang's mansion, and when he came out of the bath, he was refreshed, Huo'er sniffed with his nose to confirm that there was no other smell, and then he completed his unfinished action and pounced.

"Master, Zhang Ling said that your heart (qíng) is not good, is it better now, he won't let me in, I want to comfort the master. ”

Huo'er doesn't understand the world of people (qíng), but Yang Xiaole does, he looked at Zhang Ling's somewhat meaningful eyes, and hurriedly ripped this (jiāo) soft (shēn) son off his own (shēn), he is also a family person.

"It's okay, I needed to be alone at that time, so Zhang Lingcai didn't let you in, but I also figured it out, and I was about to leave,"

Yang Xiaole beckoned to Zhang Ling, Shangshantang was completely dealt with, and no one was left, as for Xin Rui and the previous Su Yun, Yang Xiaole still didn't trust it very much: "You still send people to observe more, pay attention to their movements at any time, I'm most afraid that they are all acting schools,"

"Well, boss, don't worry, I'll monitor it myself. ”

Zhang Ling knew Yang Xiaole's worries, after all, if these people were just pretending, once they fought back and Yang Xiaole was not there, the entire Yang Mansion would be the first to suffer.

Yang Xiaole returned to the modern world, and the first thing he did (qíng) was to enroll himself in a special class, tea and wine tasting, four books of etiquette or something, everything was handed over, but it was not a second-rate institution, but a first-class institution in China, only this one, it was difficult for many wealthy families to get in, and Yang Xiaole also relied on Bentley's hand (qíng) to mix a place.

"Why do you want to go to that kind of class? I think you (tǐng) are good. ”

Li Qianqian was still a little confused when she heard Yang Xiaole tell her about this (qíng), she had taken this kind of class before, but it was not so advanced at that time, but it was also to learn more etiquette.

Although Yang Xiaole's usual behavior is a little too arrogant, it hasn't come to this point yet, right? Could it be that she has fallen in love with a beautiful woman in the special class? She has heard that Miss Dong, who is famous in the capital, will also go.

"Where do you want to go, I'm just learning these things to calm my mind, I feel like I've been killing more and more lately, I'm afraid something will happen if I continue like this. ”

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