Li Er crawled towards the door of the bar, but bumped into a figure, he looked up and just wanted to speak, when he saw the face of the visitor, he stayed in place for a moment, looking at the person in disbelief.

Zhengji frowned and looked at the embarrassed Li Er in front of him, he didn't recognize Li Er, so he just turned sideways and walked in.

The sound of "bang" closing the door woke Li Er from his daze, he looked at the door of the bar, gritted his teeth, turned around and left, the hatred in his heart became deeper and deeper, the most painful thing in the world was that his enemy stood in front of him, but he couldn't do anything, and even the other party had forgotten him.

But Zhengji, who said that he had walked into the bar, glanced at it, and soon found Ma Yuan sitting on the sofa, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked over.

Almost at the same time, Ma Yuan also discovered the figure of Zhengji, saw Zhengji walking towards him, thought of Zhengji's means in the morning, the hand holding the wine glass shook angrily, and looked at the little brother around him, he had the intention to call people, but thinking of what Zhengji did in the morning, more than 20 people couldn't help each other, what can he do with more than ten people now, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, how many years, he has never been so aggrieved.

The woman accompanying Ma Yuan also discovered Ma Yuan's abnormality, followed Ma Yuan's gaze, her eyes lit up, and she covered her mouth in disbelief, was she dazzled? Isn't that young man the kind of political discipline that the sisters have been talking about a lot lately? After the surprise, there was another question, how did Zhengji come here, and what happened to Brother Ma? Why did she see Masaki with such an expression, and she watched quietly with the excitement in her heart.

"Mr. Zheng, you, why are you here?" Without waiting for Zhengji to approach, Ma Yuan hurriedly stood up, squeezed out an ugly smile, and took the initiative to reach out and want to shake hands with Zhengji.

Zhengji's face was expressionless, and he didn't respond, as if he didn't see Ma Yuan's hand, he stood in front of Ma Yuan without saying a word.

When Ma Yuan saw Zhengji's eyes, his heartbeat involuntarily quickened, and he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and said with a cat's waist: "Mr. Zheng, please sit down, is there anything wrong?" "

Masaki glanced at the sofa next to him and walked over and sat down.

The little sister who accompanied the wine looked at the scene in front of her in surprise, she didn't seem to have seen Ma Yuan like this, it seemed that Brother Ma was very afraid of political discipline, a singer, what is there to be afraid of?

"You drink," Ma Yuan said politely, handing over the wine glass.

Masaki took it this time, took a small sip, and felt the warm feeling of alcohol sliding down his esophagus, "The wine is good", he said the first sentence.

"That's, that's, this is a good wine I specially prepared for you, if you like to drink a few more glasses", he said and gave Zhengji Manshang, hearing Zhengji speak, his heart breathed a long sigh of relief, Zhengji put a lot of pressure on him.

"The person with three broken ribs and a ruptured spleen is called **, and there is an old man with a concussion, it's my mother" Masaki squinted at the wine glass and suddenly said two puzzling words.

Ma Yuan came down with a cold sweat, he knew that Zhengji was coming to Xingshi to ask for guilt, when he heard that Zhengji's mother was also injured, his head was big, he really didn't know that the middle-aged woman was Zhengji's mother, if others were injured, it would be okay to say, but Zhengji's mother was also injured, and he felt that today's pass might not be easy.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Zheng, today's incident is indeed our fault, I will try my best to compensate for your losses, I apologize to you," said Ma Yuan stood up and bowed to Zhengji.

The people in the bar noticed the situation here, and couldn't help but gasp, guessing the identity of the young man on the sofa, and actually let Ma Yuan make such a move, and Ma Yuan's younger brothers also looked at their boss with a shocked face, not knowing what to do.

Zhengji didn't speak, looking at Ma Yuan who was bent over.

Ma Yuan's forehead was already covered with sweat, he couldn't see Zhengji's expression, and he didn't know what Zhengji thought in his heart, he kept this posture, feeling humiliated and panicked in his heart, the escort girl next to him saw this situation, and felt that his head was crashing for a while, Brother Ma would have such a low profile, what is there about this Zhengji that makes Ma Yuan jealous?

"Let's go to the private room and talk," Masaki began.

Ma Yuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, straightened up and looked at Zhengji in surprise, a little hesitant.

"What? Don't want to? "

Ma Yuan gritted his teeth, both horizontal and vertical, what can he do if he goes with Zhengji, his posture is so low, is it possible that Zhengji is still true and doesn't give face at all? He nodded and said, "Okay, please."

Zhengji stood up and walked into the private room with Ma Yuan, Ma Yuan's subordinates wanted to follow in, but Ma Yuan waved his hand and refused.

When the people in the bar saw the two of them close the door, they all curiously asked each other about the identity of Zhengji, why a young man could let Ma Yuan treat him like this.

Under the dim light in the private room, Zhengji sat on the sofa, Ma Yuan also sat on half of his buttocks, and as soon as he looked up at Zhengji, he was speechless, and his entire line of sight was a pair of strange eyes of Zhengji.

Zhengji and Ma Yuan looked at each other, the big windmill-shaped pupils in their eyes slowly turned, exuding a strange aura, yes, it was the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye.

Ma Yuan looked at Zhengji's eyes with a dull expression, his eyes were blank, like a dead man, sitting motionless, but in his spirit, he was undergoing earth-shaking changes, he felt as if he was going to hell, all around him was red, a red moon hung in the sky, he opened his mouth and shouted, but found that he couldn't make a sound, he waved his hands, but found that he lost control of his body as if he was a vegetative person, he stared at the blood-red world in despair, I feel like I'm crazy.

"Don't struggle, in this world, your every move is my will, whether it is time or space, it is under my control, so to speak, I am your god", Masaki's voice came from the ethereal air.

Ma Yuanmeng's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide and looked at Zhengji suspended in the air in surprise, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth, suspecting that he was dreaming, and after the fight, he was surprised to find that he could actually move, he tried to open his mouth to speak: "You are Zhengji?" "

Zhengji didn't speak, floated down from the air, looked at Ma Yuan, Ma Yuan looked at Zhengji's eyes like a ghost, and said in horror: "You, you, are you a human or a ghost, where is this?" Why am I here? "

"This is my mental space, didn't you say you would make amends for what you did?" Masaki said.

"Mental space? What is that? What the hell are you, I'm going to kill you! Ma Yuan had red eyes, he was about to collapse in a strange world at this time, and rushed towards Zhengji, punching Zhengji, and as soon as the fist hit Zhengji, a crow cry came out, and he watched in fear as Zhengji's figure turned into a flock of crows and scattered.

"It's useless, in my world, you are my plaything, and your every move is determined by my will", Masaki's faint voice came from behind him.

Ma Yuan turned around violently and saw Zhengji standing in front of him intact, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground and cried: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go, okay?" I don't dare anymore, you can spare me."

Looking at Ma Yuan, who was sobbing, thinking of the ** who was still on the hospital bed, and thinking of his mother who was still observing in the hospital, he didn't have the slightest sympathy, he looked coldly at Ma Yuan who was about to collapse, and with a wave of his hand, a huge cross rose from behind Ma Yuan, and Ma Yuan involuntarily floated up and flew towards the cross.