Looking at the pig's head made by himself in front of him, Yan Murong suddenly realized.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you can't speak now." Yan Murong sincerely apologized to Zheng Xiao. He felt that he had really done something wrong - his face was swollen like that, his teeth had fallen out so much, and he was still forcing people to speak, which was too unkind.

"Woo-"

Hearing Yan Murong's words, and looking at Yan Murong's apologetic expression, Zheng Xiao was even more aggrieved, and his crying became louder.

He did it on purpose, he must have done it on purpose, he beat people like this, and made a cheap appearance that he didn't want to go, it's too hateful.

Yan Murong didn't care about Zheng Xiao crying there, so he grabbed his neck with his hand, and then rubbed it on the two acupuncture points behind the root of the ear, and after a while, the swelling on Zheng Xiao's face miraculously disappeared, if it weren't for the fact that there were still a lot of finger prints crisscrossing his face, and the puddle of blood at the corner of his mouth was still clearly visible, I am afraid that no one would believe that the swelling could be reduced so quickly.

"Alright, now you can talk."

"I—what did I say?" Zheng Xiao sobbed and tried to say a word, and found that his mouth could be opened, and his face was no longer painful, except for the lack of some teeth and some muffled speech due to air leakage, there was no discomfort.

"Did Zheng Wuming ask you to come?" Yan Murong repeated again - he didn't want to torture Zheng Xiao anymore to extract a confession. The black light was blinding, and it was outside, and there was not even a whip, and he had been pumping his mouth for a long time, and his hands were hurting.

"No, it's not." Zheng Xiao looked at Yan Murong in horror, for fear that Yan Murong would give him another palm, there are some things that he will never want to try a second time after trying once.

If someone hits your left cheek, you have to smile and take the initiative to stretch out your right cheek, this is pure nonsense, the person who said this must not have been hurt, and when it hurts, he must still be able to say this, then he is either a fool or a madman.

"Fart." Yan Murong scolded angrily. "Do you think I'm a fool or when you're a fool yourself? If Zheng Wuming didn't ask you to come, can you come? Do you have to force civilized people to be rude? ”

"I-I'm telling the truth." Zheng Xiao was extremely aggrieved, he used to be perfunctory to others, and he finally told the truth once but no one believed him. "I swear, if I lie to you, I'll not do it again."

"Don't swear, you're almost gone, you don't swear, the oath is like a fart, it melts into the air when you release it, you can't see it and you can't touch it."

"I really didn't lie to you." Zheng Xiao explained anxiously. "I just saw that you contradicted my eldest brother and didn't like it, so I found someone to block you, my eldest brother really didn't know about this, if he knew, he would definitely not let me come - he has always been low-key."

"Well, I believe you." Yan Murong nodded. As for what Zheng Xiao said, he now believes it.

Just as Zhen Wuming knew him, he also knew some things about Zheng Wuming - although he was very low-key, after all, some of his things were also talked about by many celebrities and nobles in the upper circles of Yanjing~ as some interesting miscellaneous conversations, coupled with the short contact at night, Yan Murong knew that Zheng Wuming was indeed very patient.

He made it clear that he didn't give him face, and he didn't get angry, this calmness is not something ordinary people can have-at the same time, it shows that he is very scheming.

Only a scheming person can endure in that situation - this is not cowardice, but waiting, waiting for you to reveal a flaw, he will launch a fatal blow, a hundredfold and a thousand times to retaliate against you, to strike you.

If you don't make a move, you will lose your family and lose your property, and you will die without a place to be buried.

Old man, is the Zheng family you are talking about the Zheng family the Zheng family of Zheng Wuming? Yan Murong thought with a wry smile.

"I-can I go?" Seeing that Yan Murong didn't speak, Zheng Xiao asked cautiously.

This demon, he didn't want to stay with him for a minute, no, a second.

"Take all the money out of your body and go." Yan Murong said.

He now has a few hundred yuan on him, which he borrowed from Teng Xiangling - spending women's money is never the same thing, but his career has not yet started, so it is not impossible to do this kind of thing once in a while to rob the rich and help the poor.

Hearing that Yan Murong asked for money, Zheng Xiao became happy, as long as he wanted money, he lacked everything, that is, he was not short of money, as long as he didn't want to die, even if he wanted his own chrysanthemums.

After happily giving Yan Murong the thousands of yuan in cash on his body, Zheng Xiao spread his legs and ran away—the farther away from him, the safer he was.

Looking at the handful of red banknotes in his hand, Yan Murong sighed in his heart, it turned out that it was really so easy to make money - he was now beginning to suspect that the old man was controlling his economy by not letting him be a hero.

However, he now thinks that it would be nice if Zheng Xiao, an idiot, would come to him a few more times to make trouble, how easy it would be to make money like this.

After being intoxicated for a while, Yan Murong walked out of the alley, ignoring the four thugs who were still lying on the ground, stopped a taxi and left.

When he arrived at the unfinished building, he happened to see a thin figure rummaging for something in the trash can outside a bar under a dim street lamp.

Xiao Shunzi is too bitter, compared to him, he is much luckier, although he has to suffer from that kind of non-human torture every day, but after all, he is still alive, and he has learned the ability of a body, what about Xiao Shunzi? What will he be like in the future? Will it be adopted by well-wishers or will it die next to the garbage dump?

"Little Shunzi." Yan Murong walked behind Xiao Shunzi, who was concentrating on rummaging for food in the trash can, and shouted softly.

"Ahh

Xiao Shunzi was startled by this sudden sound, and only after panicking did he blink at Yan Murong with two big black eyes.

"You-you're Brother Yan?" Looking at Yan Murong, who had changed greatly in front of him, Xiao Shunzi asked suspiciously.

"It's me." Yan Murong nodded, and did not dislike Xiao Shunzi's dirty and smelly body, so he took his hand and asked. "It's so late, why are you still running into the trash can to rummage? What, business is bad today? ”

"Brother Yan-" Xiao Shunzi suddenly cried and threw herself into Yan Murong's arms, her thin body hung on Yan Murong's body, and all her snot and tears were wiped on Yan Murong's sportswear.

"Little Shunzi, don't cry, aren't I coming back--good, tell me something." Yan Murong touched Xiao Shunzi's head and said comfortingly.

"Brother Yan, my dad is sick."