"Go and find it, arrange someone, and immediately now!" Anyang lost the knife and breathed heavily.

The sky is falling.

What can he do?

Warm......

His warm ......

Ake immediately went to arrange it.

Anyang locked himself up in their home.

All night.

The next day he came out, and walked out of the room with a bloodshot in his eyes.

There was a blue stubble on his chin, and the whole person was cold with a decadence.

He took the computer and started to operate it.

"Take someone to find out where Tang Zhizhou's dog is now."

"Transfer the people from country Y, right now!"

"Find a way to get the guns in for me, and cut off the road to prevent Ji's people from making a move."

He ordered one order after another underground.

Four years ago, he almost lost his warmth, and now that he has the ability, he will not compromise anymore.

Move his warmth.

Die.

With bloodthirsty coldness in his eyes, the man closed the computer and looked at the empty home, his eyes sinking even colder.

If one day I know that you will leave me, I will not leave you half a step.

Warm...... You are my only one.

The only one in this world.

Country F.

The largest concert hall.

I was chartered.

A beam of lights shone in the center on the stage, and the man in a white Tang costume was playing the piano with his eyes down, and a beautiful cat was squatting aside.

There were three people sitting in the audience.

Tang Zhizhou.

White warm.

And also......

Song Zhengyang.

Yes, he didn't die, in that fire, he was disfigured and taken away by Ji's people.

Ji is a good spiritual teacher, and he gives him new salvation.

In this world, there is more than just that little light, there are more things worth exploring.

He became a knife, a sharp blade.

He learned to dissect, he learned to kill, he learned to release his true nature.

He had a facelift, he had a beautiful skin, and he had a ......

A soul that dances with Satan.

Three people sat in the audience.

Tang Zhizhou propped his chin, the corners of his lips were raised, and he half-squinted to enjoy the music.

Song Zhengyang was intoxicated by the scene brought by the music.

What is this kind of music leading......

Bai Nuan was still looking at the stage expressionlessly, as if she was no different from her usual.

But......

Those eyes, no focus.

Gradually, the music reaches its climax, and little by little her eyes are focused.

His eyes fell on the man in the center of the stage.

Elegant and noble, full of gentleness.

He is like an angel, and when he plays the piano, he closes his eyes slightly and enjoys it.

The light was very soft, and it fell on the side of his face, which was exceptionally soft.

For a moment, she couldn't tell who the person in front of her was.

Who is he?

Is it her angelic little brother?

Still is......

She's squishy?

No...... It's not an angel, it's a devil...... The devil who crawled out of hell......

Her expression was condensed, but the music changed abruptly.

It changed to soothing, and became excited, with a carnival meaning.

With the microphone next to him, he spoke.

"Today, children are welcome to join us."

"Let's prove together where the fairness and justice of this world are~"

It's obviously a very middle two line, but in his mouth, it looks like it's about to be realized.

It makes it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Bai Nuan looked at him, his gaze slowly rising and falling on the light.

The eyes are misty.

What is true...... What's fake again?

Is it that if she joins, she will be in control of everything?

Bai Nuan suddenly laughed, little by little, and her eyes were scarlet.