After saying that, Li Kun didn't look at Lu Yiming's face, turned around and left.

For a while, the three of them left, and in the huge study, only Lu Yiming was left.

He crossed his hands on his waist, and the hem of his suit was lifted a little, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.

His face was also extremely bad, obviously because of Li Kun's last words before leaving.

It's just a composer, is this ready to climb on his head!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Lu Yiming suddenly leaned over and knocked everything on the table to the ground!

The sound of ping-pong is non-stop!

At that time, Li Kun happened to go downstairs.

Listening to the movement upstairs, he hooked his thin lips with satisfaction and smiled coldly.

The most direct way to defeat a person is to make him rebel against his relatives......

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Suburbs.

Inside an abandoned building.

Huo Ting led the previous troops and found the place where Yan Youcheng was being held, but by the time Yan Jun went, it was too late.

In front of the dilapidated iron gate, Huo Ting looked at Yan Jun with a heavy face, "Mourn." ”

“……”

Yan Jun didn't speak, but gritted his teeth tighter.

After Huo Ting got out of the way, Yan Jun stretched out his hand and pushed open the iron door that had been corroded by rust, and there was an iron chain as thick as a baby's wrist hanging on it, and a lock that was only half left hanging from the chain.

It looks like it was split in two after being pierced by a bullet.

The moment the door opened, a strong and disgusting smell of blood came to my face in an instant!

A bright chandelier overhead illuminated the whole room, and the skinny Yan Youcheng curled up on the cold ground.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his face was covered in blood.

The tips of the fingers on his chest were swollen and bruised, and there was a pool of dried blood on the ground, which was flowing from the fingertips.

The trouser leg of one leg is gone, and both feet are bare, I don't know if it's because the blood is no longer circulating, or because it's too cold, it's already blue and purple.

He was curled up alone on the cold ground, and his whole body was not even a trace of temperature.

It was like a cold corpse.

Yan Jun stared at the scene in front of him, and in an instant, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

He bent his knees and knelt straight down, right in front of Yan Youcheng.

Bursts of heat rose from his eyes, blurring his vision.

The hands hanging by his side also clenched hard, and there was a "squeak" sound overflowing.

Yan Jun knelt on the spot like that, unloading all the dignity and arrogance of his daily life, like a statue, and he didn't move for half a minute for a long time.

He has known since he was a child that people are inherently dead.

Especially after the sudden death of his eldest brother Yan Qi, he understands what death means, and he also understands that it is impossible for all people in this world to escape death.

It's just that some people die early, and some people die late.

In the past six months, my grandfather's health has deteriorated day by day, and the attending physician has long reminded him that he must recuperate.

He even thought that when Raocheng was too peaceful, he would come forward and invite his grandmother home, and then bring Yu Han and Little Puff back, and their family would get together.

Even...... He doesn't mind Yan Qing coming back, as long as his grandfather can be happy, he can put down a lot of things in his heart.

At that time, even if the grandfather went, he would go around his children and grandchildren.

But I never thought that this day would come so quickly...... Even, no one knows the specific time of grandpa's death.