The wind stirred up the dark room, the sound of the rustle, the pothos blowing the window...

It's been a long time since I heard ...

The little bell is ringing.

It's really easy for him to think of that school gate unconsciously.

That stall hanging ornaments, that... Boy.

Zhu Chaoran narrowed his red eyes, and his slender eyelashes were covered with forbearance.

Alone at the door of the main hall, he slaughtered the knuckles of many people's necks and gently twisted cigarettes.

Occasionally flick a flick of cigarette ash and enjoy the shielding from the outside world brought by nicotine.

"Team leader, there's... There's a copy of your letter..."

Suddenly, this hard-won cleanliness was disturbed, and Zhu Chaoran's masseter muscles were slightly forced.

The slender eyebrows frowned, and the little minion instantly felt a sense of oppression, and the brown paper bag in his hand trembled three times in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

"Pick it up!" shouted angrily.

Immediately picked up the bag, restrained the tremor with both hands, and sweat slid down the forehead of the little minion.

Before a "roll" came, I hurriedly retreated.

Zhu Chaoran looked at the back of the deserted and fled and snorted coldly.

The red lips gently took the cigarette with a small section left, mixed it with the tobacco, and frowned to open the bag.

Inside is a piece of paper, and what is exposed first is a bronzing watermark.

He looked at the Y sign, thoughtfully, his red eyes turned slightly, and he walked downstream.

"Burn, Z City Yiding Building, come alone. ”

A vigorous and powerful line of grass, without signature, is so presumptuous, like an order.

Blind this high-grade kraft paper bag and gilded paper pages.

"Hmph. ”

Zhu Chaoran naturally won't pay attention to it.

When the slender fingers tore the paper, at the end of the paragraph, a golden pen made a slight mark - "V".

In an instant, the red eyes glared angrily, and then the piece of paper turned into floating fragments in an instant...

Turned to dust...

The figure that disappeared was resolute, exuding a gloomy atmosphere, as if telling "death to those who stand in my way", clenching his teeth, and leaving a trace of cold air between his lips...

"Your Excellency..."

happened to bump into Zhu Chaoran, Helian couldn't help but mutter, and regretted it a little...

Sure enough, when Zhu Chaoran saw the familiar golden hair, he grabbed it again, like carrying a bag of garbage, clutching it in his hand fiercely, crushing it into dust...

He wanted to wail, he wanted to wail countless times, the explosion of the scalp, the mismatch of muscles and bones, and the separation of flesh.

Which time is not painful, life is better than death.

But no time, they all gritted their teeth, as if they participated in the catastrophe every time.

Stubbornly holding back his wails, tears rolling in his eyes...

"You can't go anywhere!

That order turned out to be that he was not allowed to go out, and he did not explain where he was going or where he was staying.

The hair was jerked loose, and the liberated scalp went numb.

Mu Neng watched the red-haired lonely figure walk away from sight...

But why, such a terrible person, such a compulsive order...

But I still can't help it, I want to keep up with that hateful person...

It's like, every time he says he will kill you, after all, he is still left alone.

Presumably, I want to torture it over and over again. A wry smile hung on Helian's lips.

Looking back, I saw a piece of paper at the entrance of the main hall......

"It's because of the wind in my brain that he..."

Zhu Chaoran put on his sweatshirt and hat and blocked the eye-catching red hair.

What's more, he doesn't remember himself at all.

He smiled wryly, his slender fingers slightly clenched into fists.

Sitting in the corner of the subway, the empty subway station doesn't even have a human for itself to suck blood.

The door of the head was pushed to the glass window, and I slept with my arms on my pillow, and my memory was full of that beautiful fragment...

Fragrant chestnuts, a boy lying on the grass teasing.

And the hands that handed him the bell.

Isn't this sitting on your neck?

I felt like the subway had reached the last station.

Finally arrived, the place where he was going, Zhu Chaoran opened his eyes.

Indeed, a kind of vigilance germinated in my heart.

Why...

That useless little guy doesn't follow him, so he is a little lacking in confidence?

I don't know how to play it...

On the contrary, it is very serious.

He lifted the collar of his shirt and pressed the brim of his hat.

After a night of tossing, the sky was already white, and the clouds actually shrouded the blazing morning sun, revealing a small gap for people to breathe.

However, following the few humans, he walked out of the long staircase of the subway station.

Zhu Chaoran's eyes finally fixed on the Yiding Building.

Z City, a symbol of power.

"Tsk. Zhu Chaoran's mouth let out a habitual sound of disdain, and his hand rubbed the tip of his tall nose slightly.

The early morning in Z City was still quite cold, and the thin shirt made the gunshot wound in his chest cool down a little through the cold wind.

Finally, ten years later, I will see that person again.

Zhu Chaoran's footsteps paused, and his solemn expression looked particularly incongruous on his handsome face.

The building of Yiding is extraordinarily high, at least there are more than 50 floors, and I disdain to be several stories high.

He saw that there was an early shop, which was set up in front of Yiding's door.

But he was penniless.

No, go down and drink all the blood of these people in public.

If that person wasn't there, he could have done it.

But it was to his lair.

Just as he raised his steps to make his way to the Idin building, a man with black hair waved at him.

"Come and eat a piece. The man said in a friendly voice.

Zhu Chaoran squinted his eyes, but it was over after all.

When he walked into the table and saw this person dressed as a normal president, his brow furrowed.

Elegant gestures, crisp and neat back, slender eyebrows lazily open dark green eyes, sharp and charming to him, black grid pattern bow tie neatly pinned to the chest, designer watches reflect the sun's rays, but it is incompatible with this breakfast shop.

and this world, out of place.

“... Long time no see. Zhu Chaoran opened his mouth, still vigilant.

"Do you recognize me? Ha, it's the team leader. "The man eats the tofu brain out of the feeling of Western food.

Watching him slowly and methodically scrape the leek with a spoon, he looked completely careless.

Zhu Chaoran didn't sit down, his long figure was on the edge of the table.

Glaring at the man, there was only anger in his eyes.

The red eyes will splash sparks immediately.

"You really didn't bring a helper—" His eyelashes didn't lift, as if he was talking to Tofu Brain.

“......”

"Including the little boy, isn't he dead?" said the man.

"Yi!" Zhu Chaoran rushed over and grabbed the man's neckline.

Anger made his handsome face unable to control his expression, and it twisted more and more until it was shaped.

"Wasn't he, was he killed by me?" Yi Ruohan blinked, and said a little innocently.

"You!" Zhu Chaoran's teeth clenched, and blood oozed from his red lips.

"Hey, isn't his name Helian Chao..."

"You TM!"

Zhu Chaoran's fist swung over, but it was easily caught by the man.

Yi Ruohan glanced at the bodyguards around him, told them to step back, and smiled apologetically at the onlookers around him.

Holding down Zhu Chaoran's shoulder, Yi Ruohan stroked his hair, hairspray and the person in front of him made him a little irritable, and it was indeed a waste of time.

"Ran, take refuge in me. He said.

It's more like a command than a whisper.

"Huh?" Zhu Chaoran smiled a little playfully.

He laughed so hard that his shoulders shook and it was ridiculous.

"Do you think I'll say yes?"

Yi Ruohan suddenly laughed too, his green eyes tightened, and he became more and more cold and indifferent.

"I'm here, commanding you. He said lightly, sneering at the same time.

"Otherwise, Helian Chao will die a second, third, or fourth time in front of you!"

The pitch gets higher and higher, the more irrefutable it becomes.

"This time, your Van Chief, you won't save him again, his ability to reshape can only be used once, right?" the man suddenly giggled.

"You, ten years ago, knelt in front of him, begged him to save this human, and blocked the gun for him, didn't you end up with a waste and a fool?"

"He doesn't remember you, Ran! He doesn't remember, hahaha. ”

Zhu Chaoran's brows were furrowed, at this time, he had already ignored the eyes of any people around him, the pain in his chest hit, he didn't realize it at all, sweat oozed from the tip of his nose and forehead, he... Can't calm down.

The fingers are clenched, and some leisurely light sprouts.

His red eyes grew colder, bloodier, and crazier.

"———" A strong smell of blood came...

The knife rose and fell, and there was no mud or water or even the sound of a sharp knife tip thrust into the chest.

The man raised an eyebrow and looked at the palm that was faster than Ran's hand.

The eyebrows were a little proud.

"Little ghost, do you want to use your breaking powers?" he pursed his lips.

Quickly drew the dagger and laughed silently.

"C-Replica, this ability to see the hell, can it be useful to me?

Even if it worked, I'd kill you before you did. ”

The man waved his hand and let the big-shouldered bodyguard drag away the red-eyed boy with blood flowing from his chest.

Then he continued to eat the bowl of tofu brain leisurely, and did not forget to scrape the leek to one side.

Snort, I can't imagine that I am more ruthless than the most ruthless person in the blood clan.

He rubbed his eyebrows, stretched out one hand, and the white light in the palm of his hand shrouded this group of dumbfounded, frightened people...

Forget about it, just keep my unique personable demeanor in my mind.

"Is he dead?" Yi Ruohan muttered to himself.

Probably not, it's just a re-piercing of his ten-year-old wound.

It's just a piercing.

The man elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth, how could there be such a weak blood clan, at that moment, the bone marrow and scarlet liquid were exposed, so dirty...

It's better not to die.

The vitality of the blood clan should be relatively tenacious, so let's torture it slowly, his muscles and bones should be very strong...

His blood is a condensation of humanity and blood.

His skin is also delicate.

To know how to enjoy and how to ruin him.

This idiot who blocked the gun for Fan Jiuyan is really a scourge, and he really wants to be kept alive...