Lian Zheng has a hideous face and an unnatural expression.

He had been on a young woman he liked for more than half an hour last night, and he had to admit that he was old and needed drugs to regain his strength.

It's nothing.

The woman he wants, he hasn't gotten bed yet.

The problem is that he can get a woman to bed, and so can his son, and ironically, the woman his son got into bed with is the same woman he did.

Watch as the two young bodies stir together.

Lian Zheng, for a while, couldn't find the right mood.

Should you kill the woman in the bed, or should you kill your own son? He is such an only son, and he doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and it is absurd. He also thought that if he was killed by the enemy one day, he must kill his son before he died, otherwise, his son would be made worse than dead by the enemy.

Buddha of Compassion.

One of Lian Zheng's left and right hands.

The Buddha of Compassion, two meters away from Lian Zheng, his face was as silent as water, he was not deaf, he was not a fool, the voice coming from the master's room, there was the roar of the young master, and the thin gasping sound of the master's new favorite woman. Why is the old man a human spirit and the young master a fool? Or is the young master not the master's species? The Buddha of Compassion thought restlessly.

The Buddha of Compassion, he also knew that if he hadn't won Lian Zheng's trust and heard the voice coming from the room, he would have died.

Lian Zheng stood in front of the door for a few minutes.

A few minutes, half a life younger than him, is still exciting.

Turn around.

Lian Zheng left.

The Buddha of Compassion glanced at the old man's room with his peripheral vision.

“…… Little master, work hard, if you don't play again, you won't have a chance, anyway, the woman you are pressing is already a dead person. ”

The Buddha of compassion has no compassion in his heart.

The face is good, the heart beast.

"Where is Lian Ning, where is Lian Ning?"

Lian Zheng asked unhappily.

Lian Ning disappeared for many days, and he couldn't even see a figure, the Buddha of Compassion, naturally likes this situation, without Lian Ning, without the big housekeeper, who still competes with him, he is the number one person in Lian Zheng's heart. The Buddha of Compassion is also familiar with the way of trade-offs, and while he is happy, he is also much more cautious, without Lian Ning to restrain him, will the old man still believe in me? The Buddha of Compassion is not without worries.

The Buddha of Compassion, using his ears and eyes, his means, could not find Lian Ning's fixed-point message, he seemed to have evaporated from the world. Will it be destroyed by Lian's enemies? The Buddha of Compassion thought to himself.

The dead are silent, lonely, and dry bones under the glory of the family.

In all fairness, the Buddha of Compassion admires Lian Ning very much, he won the trust of Lian Zheng with his own strength, and served as the housekeeper of the Lian family, plus the absurd son of the old man is not successful, in the future, the position of the head of the Lian family is none other than Lian Ning, unless the old man intends to inherit the position of the head of the family with his son.

The Buddha of Compassion, in any case, is not able to sit in the position of the head of the family, just because he is not a cheap surname, has blocked most of the path of his ambition.

Treat the Buddha of Compassion and look up, oh, it's not the great butler standing in front of you.

But who is the boy standing to the right of the big butler?

The Buddha of Compassion, I always feel that the young man is very familiar, quite familiar, the slender eyes of the young man, he is?!

Impossible, absolutely impossible, is that the son of the young man's current head of the family? Otherwise, how could he be so similar to Lian Wusheng?

The Buddha of Compassion was shocked, and was stunned to find that Lian Ning, he, he wiped it on his face, and then tore off a smooth face, and under that face, there was clearly a face similar to Lian Wuji!!

"You, you, you—"

The Buddha of Compassion, pointing to the strange big butler, three you in a row, and there is no follow-up.

"Lian Zheng. You look good. ”

The young man standing next to Lian Ning said cynically.

"Nothing!"

Lian Zheng said loudly.

"You are an old dog, and you dare to call your owner by his name?"

Lian Ning played with the dough in his hand and said coldly.

"Yes, very good. Lian Ning, what is the relationship between you and Lian Wuji? Lian Zheng asked.

"Father." Lian Ning Road.

"Lian Zheng, you take good care of my son, it's hard." There is no way to do it.

"How did you become so young?" The Buddha of Compassion asked.

"I'll show you." Lian Wuji winked at the Buddha of Compassion.

Then, the Buddha of Compassion floated up, floating towards the young man Lian Wuji, a huge suction, as if to break through the skin of the Buddha of Compassion, his throat was dry and stinging, and the Buddha of Compassion couldn't squeeze out a word. With a pop, a pillar of blood the thickness of a thumb, wrapped in the essence and blood spiritual power of the Buddha of Compassion, flowed towards the young man's open mouth.

The Buddha of Compassion, who has lost the essence of his whole body, has really become a Buddha on the ground, no, he has become a bone from the ground.

Lian Wuji blew on the long clothes wrapped in the bones of the Buddha of Compassion, and the clothes dispersed like ashes, leaving only a gray skeleton.

Lian Ning, as if he turned a blind eye to such inhuman means as Lian Wuji, saw too much, and naturally got used to it. Anyway, the old man didn't suck his own son, under his young face, his real posture was that of an old man, and Lian Ning still knew it.

Lian Zheng calmly took out his cigar and lit it.

"Next, is it my turn?" He asked.

"How come, you are my dog, I still need you, it's just that you can still eat people without spitting out bones, Lian Zheng." Lian Wuji asked with a smile.

"Father, it's useless to keep him." Lian Ning said with a cold face.

"I'm your Laozi, or are you my Laozi." Lian Wuji squinted at Lian Ning Road.

"......" Lian Ning didn't say anything more.

Ya Butterfly, Elegant Butterfly, Elegant Butterfly -

The sound of the river shrimp came out intermittently, and it was very loud.

"Look at my big stick, majestic, compared to my old man, am I much more powerful."

It was a young proud voice that came out.

Lian Wuji Lian Ning, father and son, didn't say anything.

On the contrary, Lian Zheng, who was holding the cigar between his two fingers, shook his hand, and the cigar also fell to the ground, you, Lian Zheng yelled. Turning around, Lian Zheng walked towards his bedroom.

Lian Wuji asked, "My baby, what does that Ya Xuan Butterfly mean?" ”

After sleeping for more than ten years, Lian Wuji is outdated, and many words are unknown. Although, he could also guess that Ya Butterfly was not a good word.

"Father, please don't be disrespectful to the old." Lian Ning whispered.

"Oops, Ya Butterfly." Lian Wuji joked.

"......" Lian Ning.

The guardian girl left the grave of the head of the Lian family, and Lian Wuji also knew about it, because the guardian girl specially came to visit Lian Wuji, and even stripped the young man Lian Wuji's clothes, and it was in slow motion, which made Lian Wuji even more horrified that the guardian girl picked off his clothes in front of Lian Ning.

In the face of the guardian girl who is skilled in stripping clothes, the young man has no plan, except for a few symbolic resistances, there is no superfluous action.

Of course, Lian Ning is absolutely stupid. He had never seen what the guardian girl looked like, but he had heard his father talk about it.

The so-called, it is better to be famous than to meet, and it is better not to meet than to meet, Lian Ning, at that time, was also drunk.

"Father, are we going to wait?" Lian Ning asked.

"No, there's no time." Lian Wuji replied.

“…… What do you mean? Lian Ning asked.

"You'll find out soon." There is no plan, and there is a gloomy face.

It's not a pity for him to die, it's just that he can protect his son. He owes Lian Ning too much and can't make up for it.

Ponto, pun.

Two gunshots rang out.

Then.

Silence. >