Xiang Yu was helpless, as long as he retold the whole process of the matter again, and finally sighed: "If I don't do this, Yan Qingqing will definitely die." ”

When Zhao Jiulong heard the "Holy Maiden", his face became even more gloomy.

After he listened, he was silent for a long time.

"Is there an old witch like Qi Qingqiu among the participants?" After a long time, Zhao Jiulong asked slowly.

Xiang Yu nodded, "Yes." ”

"Qi Qingqiu is a master of using poison, and the Holy Maiden is the love poison she is proud of." Zhao Jiulong sighed lightly.

Then, his expression changed again, and he said angrily: "Where is Yan Wuzheng?" ”

"It's dead, not only Yan Wuzheng is dead, Qi Xian Qi Qingqiu, and the other three strong men are all dead." Xiang Yu said lightly.

Zhao Jiulong's eyes froze, "You did it?" ”

"I have my own secrets, too." Xiang Yu won't confess this time.

Zhao Jiulong was silent for a moment, did not ask about this topic, and went to clean up the corpses.

Xiang Yu hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The two gathered all the more than a dozen corpses, and washed the floor of the villa with a high-pressure water cannon to wash all the blood stains on it.

Zhao Jiulong made a phone call, and then said to Xiang Yu: "Someone will come over to deal with the corpse, let's talk." ”

With that, he walked straight into the living room, and then took out two bottles of spirits from the cupboard, which were certainly not the ones he had drunk before, but still strong.

Open both bottles of wine, pick up one bottle, and pour it directly into your stomach.

Blowing one bottle in one gulp, then grabbing another.

"Tell me what's the matter." Xiang Yu held his hand and said in a deep voice.

He found that today's Zhao Jiulong is very abnormal, this is not his character.

Zhao Jiulong, whom Xiang Yu knew, was wild and uninhibited, flamboyant and free, but today he used wine to kill his sorrows.

"If you don't drink, you can't speak." Zhao Jiulong shook off Xiang Yu's hand, and a bottle of high-grade liquor was drunk by him again.

He didn't use his dark strength to force the alcohol out, two catties of liquor went down to his stomach, and one bottle in one breath, even if Zhao Jiulong was massive, his face was red at the moment, and his eyes were red.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he gasped for air.

Xiang Yu didn't speak, just looked at him.

After a long time, Zhao Jiulong suddenly grabbed his head and squatted down, and beat his head fiercely, "I'm in pain." ”

Xiang Yu looked stunned, and immediately seemed to understand something, his eyes couldn't help but show shock, and then he smiled bitterly.

It turned out that Zhao Jiulong liked Yan Qingqing, otherwise he would not see him again at that moment, revealing the kind of violent momentum that made him throb, Zhao Jiulong at that moment was full of hostility towards him.

He likes Yan Qingqing and admires Xiang Yu very much, but these two people he cares about very much have such a relationship!

"Uncle Nine, I'm sorry." Knowing this, Xiang Yu was also in an extremely bad mood, and went to the cupboard to get four more bottles of spirits.

Without speaking, he sat down, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poured it directly into his stomach.

Finish one bottle and get another bottle.

After drinking two bottles in a row, he felt dizzy, as if there were thousands of horses galloping in his head, and the monster tattoos on his chest showed their hideous shapes.

When he opened the third bottle, Zhao Jiulong stopped him and snatched it from him, "I don't blame you. ”

As he spoke, he drank it all.

"But I blame myself!" If he had known that Zhao Jiulong had affection for Yan Qingqing, he would never have had anything to do with Yan Qingqing.

If it weren't for his relationship with Yan Qingqing, Yan Wuzheng would not have designed this poisonous plan, and everything behind this would not have happened.

opened the last bottle of wine, and without waiting for Zhao Jiulong to stop it, he swallowed it and drank it clean.

The body seems to be burned by the flames, and the heavy head of the body feels unable to support it, and the monster tattoo is even more hideous, like a ghost.

However, neither of them paid attention to these.

Zhao Jiulong buried his head between his legs, like a stone carving.

Xiang Yu didn't have the endurance he had, he wanted to scream in pain and wanted to kill, if Yan Wuzheng's corpse was in front of him, he would never mind whipping the corpse.

The two of them remained in this state for a long, long time, and finally Zhao Jiulong was the first to speak, first with a long sigh, "Have you figured out how to tell her?" ”

Xiang Yu shook his head blankly and said astringently: "I'm afraid she will commit suicide." ”

"When we were both very young, we had a young heart and peeked at her by chance, and everything about her since then has been imprinted in my mind and has never passed away." Zhao Jiulong's voice was full of memories.

He once said about this, Xiang Yu also curiously asked how old he was at that time, Zhao Jiulong's answer seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old, at that time Xiang Yu couldn't help but secretly slander, if this age is still a teenager, then there are no old people in this world.

However, at this moment, he was speechless, and he didn't even have the slightest smile.

"But the Yan and Zhao families are not harmonious, and she has never meant anything to me, you know my character, since you are not interesting, why should I put a hot face and a cold ass? I have been burying this throbbing in my heart. Zhao Jiulong sighed.

Then, a bitter smile of self-deprecation escaped from his face, "I'm such a bastard, I should fight for it, since I like it, why don't I go for it?" For the sake of the woman you love, can't you let go of your so-called self-esteem? ”

Xiang Yu can understand his mood, the more free and easy the personality, the more concerned about everything on the surface, but such people often have arrogance and self-esteem that others can't understand.

Zhao Jiulong has affection Yan Qingqing has no intention, with Zhao Jiulong's character, he will definitely not be able to stalk his face with a dead face, he can only hide that feeling, and no one will know about it, and even he will not mention it himself.

"It wasn't until Xiaoya told me what you said that I knew something was wrong with you, so I immediately rushed over, sneaked in, and found her." Zhao Jiulong smiled bitterly.

He didn't say a lot of things Xiang Yu also knew, he found Yan Qingqing lying on the bed, although he was wearing clothes, but the red on the bed sheet couldn't hide from him, and he was also extremely smart, he quickly thought of what happened, and in a fit of anger slaughtered the dead who couldn't chase him back here.

"Uncle Jiu, can you listen to me?" Xiang Yu suddenly asked.

Zhao Jiulong raised his eyes and looked at him.

Xiang Yu also stared at him and said in a deep voice: "If you really like her, work hard to pursue her." ”

Zhao Jiulong frowned, Xiang Yu continued: "Now she is the most in need of care and care, if you can let go of your so-called dignity and heart knot, I believe you will definitely be able to, because I always believe in a word, sincerity is spiritual!" ”

Zhao Jiulong was silent for a long time, "But you ...... with her"

Xiang Yu laughed, "I have to do that as a last resort, if it's possible, even if I know your affection for her, I will do the same in that situation!" If you Zhao Jiulong can't even see this, you are not Zhao Jiulong! ”

[Don't worry, everyone, I'm coding words, and I'll make up two more soon]

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