On this night, the whole of Weicheng came to attend Bogang's funeral.

Bogang was only half of his face blown up by the shell, and all of his face was minced from the waist down.

The man was buried directly, in the back mountain of Weicheng.

At night, Liu Miaomiao slept in the main house of the cottage in Weicheng and lit candles.

Weicheng Broken Antelope.

The order issued directly by the Burmese region was issued by the Burmese government, and it was clearly written: cooperate with Mekong and Hong Kong.

It's Mae Hong Kong again.

It's Jiang Yang again.

The child on the bed was already asleep, and through the window he could see the reflection of the woman.

Slim figure, sitting on a chair and looking down to stroke something.

It was a pistol.

Black pistol.

"Who!"

Suddenly, Liu Miaomiao became vigilant.

Her ears seemed to be slightly pricked up, and her eyes were fixed on the vertical curtain at the window.

The curtain moved.

A black figure swayed, and a large hand slowly opened the long curtain.

Liu Miaomiao's brows frowned slightly, and her right hand clenching the short gun gradually exerted force, ready to fire at any time.

On the other side, her left hand had pressed the alarm hidden under the table.

At this time, Liu Miaomiao was wearing a long white dress, and her graceful body loomed in the candlelight.

I have to give this woman a unique condition, although she has given birth to a child, her slender waist is still like a wasp, and she can hold it with one hand, especially the pair of twin peaks that have become more upright than before, full of femininity, which makes people feel blessed with blood gushing

The dark shadow finally appeared.

He was dressed in an off-white gown, a peaked cap on his head, and a mask that covered half of his face.

He is a meter tall, and his slender and cold eyes can be seen, and his eyebrows are as neat as a knife.

"It's you."

When he took off his mask, Liu Miaomiao was obviously surprised.

Apparently, they know.

The male rao's face was fair and a little handsome.

It's just that there is more fatigue between his eyebrows, and the wound on his right arm is shocking, like a knife wound.

This person is none other than Boss Yang who escaped death that night, Yang Heran.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and a dozen soldiers with spears rushed in, quickly aiming in the room.

Yang Heran reacted extremely quickly and quickly hid behind the curtain.

"Ma'am."

A leading armed warrior walked quickly to Liu Miaomiao's side, looked around the room with vigilant eyes, and asked cautiously, "What happened?" ”

"Captain Charan, it's fine."

Liu Miaomiao's eyes moved away from the curtain, and she said lightly: "I didn't want to press the wrong button just now." ”

"Wrong?"

Charan glanced at Liu Miaomiao suspiciously, and then glanced around the room again until he saw the child sleeping on the bed.

Liu Miaomiao said: "Yes, I didn't want to press the wrong alarm just now." ”

Charan nodded slightly, and took his gaze back.

looked at Liu Miaomiao and said seriously: "Madam, are you sure there is nothing wrong." ”

Liu Miaomiao said: "It's okay, if there is something, I will call you again." ”

Charan nodded: "That's good." ”

"My brothers and I are just outside the door, and if there is anything, you can call us at any time."

Before leaving, Charan instructed.

Liu Miaomiao answered, then followed two steps, closing the door as the last warrior left.

The room was quiet again.

"People are gone, come out."

Liu Miaomiao looked behind the curtain and said.

But there was no movement behind the curtains.

Liu Miaomiao frowned: "Boss Yang, things have come to this point, I don't have the heart to joke with you, and I think you should give me a reasonable explanation." ”

At this point, Liu Miaomiao stepped forward quickly and opened the curtains.

Unexpectedly, behind the long curtain was clean, there was only one window, and there was still half a figure.

Just when Liu Miaomiao was puzzled, on the wall under the candlelight, another black shadow slowly appeared behind the shadow of Nurao.

Liu Miaomiao was shocked.

Just as she was about to turn around, she felt a slight chill on her waist, and a short knife was already on her lower back.

Through the long skirt like tulle, it is a pity that the chill on the tip of the knife is clearly felt.

Sharp.

The thick smell of tobacco filled the air, and a human face approached from Liu Miaomiao's shoulder to her ears.

"Bring me something."

Yang Heran's face was very handsome, but at this time, his lips were chapped, and his skin looked a little weirdly white.

He was addicted to drugs.

Liu Miaomiao was pressed against the tip of the knife, and a bad premonition came to her heart.

She had heard the story of this Boss Yang.

This man is a very intelligent and elegant man.

Many outsiders have commented that this person is very wise, mature and steady, approachable, and very gentle.

Elegant, gentlemanly.

It's Boss Yang's label.

But there is a fatal drawback, and that is drug addiction.

Whenever he just finished taking drugs, he would become a different person for a short period of time.

Another person who is the complete opposite of his usual personality.

Violent and ferocious, even amnesia for a short period of time.

The Black Dragons' best-selling fourth-generation "Ice" combines the effects of original marginal drugs such as K powder, red rice, and "instant coffee" and upgrades.

Not only can users get the ethereal pleasure of illusion, but the most important thing is to cause amnesia to some people.

That is, after sucking this thing, the human nerves will be paralyzed in an instant, and they will enter a state of "dream".

The exaggeration of that dream is no different from reality.

In that dream, the smoker gets the handsome he wants

What you see, hear, and feel will be infinitely magnified.

And that feeling is very real.

Over time, this drug-like thing not only destroys the nerves of the addict, but also makes their bodies dependent.

This is the main reason why users can't quit once they get it.

And Yang Heran, as the leader of the Black Dragon Gang, used to be the part of the people at the peak of IQ and body.

The mind and wisdom crush the vast majority of people around him, and the perennial practice of sanda, kickboxing and Muay Thai has given him a body that is more than ten times stronger than ordinary people.

It is precisely for this reason that Yang Heran, who does not believe in evil, personally "tasted" this thing.

There are two main reasons to smoke it yourself.

One is that he thinks that with his self-control, he can quit this thing.

Second, he also wanted to test how sticky this thing was.

After all, he's the leader of the process.

The stickiness of the "product" means how big his business can be.

It's just that what Boss Yang didn't expect was that in front of this kind of thing, there were only four words to describe.

Everyone is equal.

Once used, the so-called intelligence, self-control, and mental nature are all clouds.

The emptiness that comes from the spirit and soul, and the feeling that the whole body is like an ant biting, will directly cause a strong elephant-like person to lie on the ground and roll.

Since then, Boss Yang has never been able to do without that thing again.

"Bo just died, thousands of brothers died, they were injured, and the Black Dragon Gang was gone."

"It's time like this, do you still want to eat?"

Liu Miaomiao didn't turn around, and said with a cold face: "Don't you think you're a sinner?" ”

Yang Heran's throat made a terrible sound, and his mouth opened: "I, bring me some goods." ”

With the force of his right hand, the tip of the knife had already entered the flesh of Liu Miaomiao's waist.

Suddenly, the white tulle was dyed a little red, and a hot pain spread around the waist.

"I'll get it for you."

Liu Miaomiao endured the pain in her waist and spoke.

Boss Yang slowly closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva.

Turning his head to look at the bed.

The child was sleeping soundly.