An extreme anger from the bottom of my heart.

Spread throughout the body.

Ye Qinqin felt in his chest.

There was a scorching heat like a flame.

It's hot.

It's like I want to vent the anger in my heart.

Ye Qinqin clutched the hot place on his chest.

Astonished.

——

"I'm going to destroy that sacred tree." Zhang Hailiang gritted his teeth.

Ye Qinqin nodded.

"I agree that a sacred tree like the one that feeds on human life should be destroyed." Ye Qinqin said in a deep voice, "How can a tree that sucks human life as nourishment be called a holy tree, and it is called a tree of death." ”

"Yes, even the Tree of Death, even if it looks golden, it can't change the fact that it devours life." Zhang Hailiang hated it very much.

"Hula!"

The sound of an object falling to the ground suddenly sounded.

Let Ye Qinqin look for the sound.

Lu Dawang, who fainted, fell out of his chair.

Lu Dawang opened his arms.

Fall to the ground.

For a long time, I moved.

He covered his nose and got up from the ground.

Stunned for a moment.

Remembering what just happened.

Suddenly jumped up in fright.

"Help, help—" Lu Dawang screamed.

Ye Qinqin said coldly: "Shut up, no one wants your life." ”

A cold and sharp voice.

The frightened Lu Dawang quickly shut up.

He looked up.

When he saw the angry look, his eyes were on fire.

But there is no Zhang Hailiang who looked crazy just now.

Throw a fit.

"Zhang Hailiang, you are sober!"

Zhang Hailiang narrowed his eyes.

I saw that it was Lu Dawang.

Surprised: "Lu Dawang, why did you grow so tall!" ”

He remembered that Lu Dawang was shorter than him before.

Lu Dawang said dumbfoundedly: "Zhang Hailiang, I got married after graduating from college. ”

Zhang Hailiang: "......"

He looked at Lu Dawang in shock.

"How long has it been since the last time we saw an art exhibition?"

"Let me think about it, it should have been eight years." Lu Dawang replied.

Eight years!

Zhang Hailiang's face turned pale.

He was in a daze for eight years.

"Eight years! Eight years of hate. ”

An extremely cold and extremely cold aura.

rushed to Zhang Hailiang's eyebrows.

——

"Eight years of hatred can help you and get better rewards." Song Yu's eyes were indifferent, looking at Zhang Hailiang, who was full of anger.

Zhang Hailiang was stunned.

He raised his eyes.

Looking at the beautiful man sitting on the chair.

The beautiful man just sat quietly.

A body like ink, bamboo, strong and cold and noble atmosphere.

Like the waves of the sea.

It's like a craggy mountain.

It was the only time he saw it in his life.

Stand in front of a stunningly beautiful man.

Zhang Hailiang couldn't help but straighten his back.

Stand with your legs straight and straight.

In humble reverence.

He looked at the stunningly beautiful man.

Hesitated: "Who are you and how can you help me!" ”

"Be my subordinate."

——

Song Yuyi lightly opened her thin lips.

He could see the extreme hatred in Zhang Hailiang's heart.

This extreme hatred.

Enough to make him interested in accepting as a subordinate.

"Am I qualified!" Zhang Hailiang whispered.

in his mind.

The only thought was not why he should be accepted as a subordinate.

The worry is.

Does he have the qualifications to be a subordinate of a stunningly beautiful man?

Song Yu's eyes were indifferent.

"Your eight-year hatred is very good."

He said the reason for accepting Zhang Hailiang as a subordinate.

Zhang Hailiang opened his mouth.

He said softly: "Then what should I do as your subordinate?"

"Eternal allegiance, no betrayal. Of course, the hatred you have endured will be put to rest by your own hands. Song Yuyi said lightly.

Zhang Hailiang was shocked.

Raise your eyes.

happily looked at the beautiful man in the chair.

"Okay, I will be your subordinate, you will help me avenge, I will swear allegiance to the death and will never betray." Zhang Hailiang said word by word.

Words and sentences, such as gold and iron strikes.