Chapter 40: The third villain (11)

In the night, a light suddenly lit up in the bed.
Song Quanzhi held his breath unconsciously while pinching his cell phone. What video is playing on the phone screen. Song Xunzhi saw it slightly, his palm sweating and moisturizing the back cover of the mobile phone.
Over time, Song's breathing gradually became heavy.
After a while, Song Xunzhi snapped his mobile phone into his chest, and he gasped twice, feeling that the heart in his chest was beating like a drum.
After a while, Song Jianzhi raised his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. He could not help but shouted lowly: "... Side."
When I was young, I just thought the name was terrible and disgusting, but now ... he thought the two words were so beautiful that he could not stop yelling hundreds of times.
He felt that even just shouting the last time gave him a feeling of trembling with excitement.
If men can like men too ...
Then he just likes Bibian.
It is the kind of deep desire to possess each other.
He put down his cell phone, sneaked into the bathroom, took a shower, and changed his underwear. He is an adult, and Bian Yan said that he can have his own independent things, so he has a separate bedroom. Fortunately, it is no longer the same room as Jin Mao.
After taking a bath, he still felt a little excited to fall asleep. He couldn't help but opened the mobile phone website, and then suddenly a push jumped into the eye. "Jingshi Art Exhibition Surprises Peerless Beauty"
Another boring gimmick.
Just as he was about to turn it off, he suddenly noticed that there was a picture of a small box next to the message. He recognized it at a glance ... that was a sidewalk!
The man's appearance had long been deeply in his mind, and even if he only saw a vague silhouette, he could recognize it as a frontier.
Song Xunzhi tightened his phone unconsciously.
A tiny click sounded and the back of the phone cracked.
He resisted jealousy and anger, and clicked the push.
Art Exhibition, Jin Yong, the peerless beauty in the painting.
The news was full of remarks about the painting of Jin Yong, followed by guessing the identity of the people in the painting. He knows that Bianyu looks good, and no one in the world can match him. But when these people followed the praises of Bian Biao, Song Jianzhi couldn't help but feel jealousy.
He repeatedly forced himself to stare at the painting.
Was Jin Jin planning to show it to Bian Yan?
Song Xunzhi fastened his mobile phone, because the screen of the mobile phone cracked on the washstand because of excessive force.
Song Guanzhi stole his phone indifferently, and lay back on the bed, but his expression was slightly deeper.
...
In the morning, Hang Qing sat on the sofa and watched the news on the phone screen slowly.
After all, he wasn't like a house like a real frontier, and didn't ask outside affairs. Moreover, because he did not go to the exhibition, Hang Qing paid special attention to the news related to the exhibition. So when the news came over, he saw it at a glance.
Hang Qing automatically filtered the full screen of boasting, and finally focused on the picture of that painting.
Hang Qing unexpectedly felt that Jin Huan was exceptionally talented in his paintings. The painting was easily taken into the painting at the first glance of the past. The painter tried his best to convey what was conveyed through the paintbrush ... Of course, Hang Qing also felt that he really looked good in this painting. It's not the kind of beauty that comes straight out, but a mysterious beauty.
It seems that Jin Mao chose this line as well.
This is the painting Jin Jin planned to show him last time, right? It's a pity he didn't get to the scene.
Thinking of this, Hang Qing made a phone call and asked. It was the gallery staff who answered the phone. Because the exhibition is really too busy. Although there are many people helping out at the side of Bianjia's face, there are still many things that need to be taken by Jin Yong himself. For a while, he was naturally too busy to touch the ground. I didn't have time to go home. I slept in the gallery for several days.
"I haven't woke up yet." The staffer said over there.
"Then let him rest." Hang Qing hung up.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Jin Min slept and got up.
The exhibition ended successfully, with Bian Jia taking a lot of credit. Without Bian Jia, it would be impossible for Jin Yong's art exhibition to be as large as it is now, and it would be able to successfully achieve its final success.
Jin Yan got up and froze for a while.
He was actually afraid to go back. When he wanted to show the painting to a man that day, it was already a rare courage.
If Bien knew that he had painted him secretly, would he be angry?
At this time, the staff pushed in the door and whispered, "Mr. Bian just called."
Jin Min shook unconsciously: "What did Mr. Bian say?"
"He asked about you."
Jin Mao was relieved immediately, then he was not angry, and also called to care about him. Before he was afraid of receiving a call from Bian Yan, but he was very much looking forward to receiving a call from Bian Yan, until this moment ... fear of disappearing, and countless joys came out of his heart.
"Pack up and go back." Jin Yong suddenly had the courage. "Also, get the picture."
"it is good!"
When Jin Mao returned home, Hang Qingzheng and Song Jianzhi sat at the dining table.
Cutlery was placed in three.
When Jin Mao walked by, he couldn't help but rush: "This ..."
"You are also grown up, and you should be qualified to have your own tableware." Hang Qingdan said indifferently.
However, Jin Xun sat down at the dinner table, and he felt helpless for a while. He couldn't help looking at Song Jianzhi, who hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time. Hang Qing took this scene into the picture and did not urge them to speak. This process should adapt quickly.
Sure enough, when Hang Qing was about to finish his meal, Jin Min grabbed his chopsticks. Only Song Jianzhi was still staring at the food on the table, not sure what he was thinking.
Hang Qing was full soon. He put down his chopsticks, let the maid take away the tableware, wiped his mouth and cleaned his hands. Then he went upstairs. Who knows, as soon as he entered the door with his front foot, Song Xunzhi followed him. Hang Qing had to stop and look around: "Aren't you eating?"
Song Xunzhi bowed his head and did not speak.
Hang Qing felt that something was wrong with him. He had to go to Song Quanzhi's front, reached out and raised Song Quanzhi's chin: "I'm still a child in adulthood? I haven't grown in so many years? Huh?"
Song Quanzhi's face was forced up.
Under the forehead, there were red eyes in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were tightly pressed, as if with a stubborn smell.
This expression ... shouldn't it be the character's special emoji package?
Why is your villain so strong and forbearing?
Hang Qing felt a headache.
He retracted his hand and said coldly, "If you have anything to say, if you can only make such an expression, get out."
Song Jianzhi's shoulder twitched twice, and moved closer to Hang Qing: "I'm sad, I'm going crazy ..." He suddenly grabbed Hang Qing's hand and dragged Hang Qing to touch him
It ’s so uncomfortable here, it ’s like a lot of things are stuck there.
Song Quanyi said, panting, panting, as if the emotions of the people were extremely excited.
Song Quanzhi's face flushed with excitement, and his eyes became redder.
Hang Qing jumped back and forth: "What the is going on?"
"Closed, closed." Song Jianzhi said with a twitch.
Hang Qing looked at the maid outside the door, and the maid closed the door with interest. At the same time, Song punished him directly and recklessly into Hang Qing's arms. Hang Qing supported his waist with one hand ... He was taller than him, and was still in his arms? ? ?
"You, will you kill me?" Song Xunzhi asked suddenly.
Hang Qing's face cooled down again: "What the is Song Song punished, straightened his tongue, and thought clearly. I don't want to hear these logical confusions again." Does it start to kill and set fire at this age?
Song Xunzhi hugged his waist tightly, and struck hard twice.
Hang Qing: ...
Nasal tears hit him?
Song Jianzhi looked up again: "I ... I had a dream."
... It turned out to be just a dream.
Before waiting for Qing Qing to relax, he suddenly heard Song Quanyi arrogantly saying, "I dreamed of you, I dreamed of sleeping in a bed with you, and I dreamed that you weren't wearing clothes ..."
Don't wait ...
Hang Qing froze for a moment.
What is Song Punzhi talking about?
Hang Qing had the feeling that he was reading Xiao Huangwen at himself.
"I and I also know that I'm too bad. I even did something unforgivable to you in my dream." Song Jianzhi's face was already red, and he hesitated, and said, "Will you kill me?" I shot at you in a dream. "
Hang Qing: ………………
What else can he say?
"you……"
Song Quanzhi grabbed his wrist, and led his wrist to pinch his own neck: "I had such a stingy thought on you ..." Song Punzhi's eyes were covered with red blood, looking like It's almost on the verge of collapse: "If you want to kill me, strangle me."
In the end, he looked at the grown-up child. Even if Hang Qing always behaved indifferently again, it was not the essence. He was concerned about Song Xunzhi and Jin Yong. He thought that he and Song Xunzhi could replenish the favor by relying on their upbringing. But Song Quanzhi is still out of shape ...
Seeing Song Xunzhi crying like he was about to collapse, Hang Qing couldn't bear it anymore.
Song Xunzhi and Jin Mao were raised in a villa, and never had contact with outside girls. Probably lack of proper adolescent education? So is there such a distorted idea? Hang Qing felt that he was right, and he raised his hand and touched Song's head. It was probably because he was too nervous, and the temperature rose while crying, and Hang Qing found that his hair was slightly moist.
"Release first." Hang Qing patted him.
"no no……"
"Release first, I won't kill you."
Song Jianzhi still refused to let go. He looked up at Hang Qing obsessively, and there were tears in his eyes, which looked pitiful. However, in the eyes of Hang Qing, Song Jianzhi was still a child, and now he was staring at him, and Hang Qing felt really awkward.
The posture was maintained like this for a while, and the door was knocked suddenly: "Are you there?" It was Jin Yan's voice.
Song Xunzhi folded his arms and wiped his tears.
Hang Qing also breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, come in."
Jin Yan pushed in the door and walked in, followed by two people, carrying a picture in his hand.
Song Xunzhi's eyes flashed, and his eyes inadvertently leaked a hint of coldness.
Jin Min vaguely noticed that the atmosphere in the room wasn't quite right, but he didn't see what was wrong, he raised his head blankly and smiled at Hang Hang: "I wanted to show you the painting that day, but No chance, are you free now? "
"Come here." The coldness on Hang Qing's face receded: "This exhibition is well-organized. Congratulations, you are one step closer to success."
Jin Yan's face turned red, then he turned around and pulled down the cloth covered by the painting. The cloth fell, revealing the mysterious and beautiful figure inside.
Immediately, Song Zhizhi was attracted. He stood upright and looked at the painting. His eyes gradually showed a little fanaticism, but no one looked at him at the moment, so he Did not notice this scene.
Jin Yue whispered, "... What do you think?" He was so nervous that his voice shook slightly.
"Very good, you are excellent. Did not disappoint me." Hang Qingchang said lightly.
It was a compliment. If he changed it, he couldn't help but get excited, but now it sounds ... Jin Ye always felt something missing, and his heart always expected that the reaction he wanted to see was not like this.
Jin pursed his lips, his eyes darkened.
Hang Qing noticed that his look was not right. If it is normal for Hang Qing to notice that it is because Song Song ’s performance was too intense just now, Hang Qing will pay special attention to whether the mental health of the two people is out of order.
"What else is difficult?" Hang Qing asked.
Jin Min shook his head and smiled with a spirited smile: "It's okay." He suddenly thought of an idea, his eyes brightened: "I'll give you the picture! Can I leave it in the room?"
"Yes, let it go."
Jin Yan felt a little excited: "I will send you paintings later, will you?"
Hang Qing nodded.
Jin Min had quickly planned in his mind what to draw next.
Draw ... Give it to him, right?
Jin Min thought he was red-faced.
"You go out first." Hang Qing punished Song.
Song Quanzhi bit his lip: "I ..."
"Go out." Hang Qing's voice was cold.
Song Xunzhi had to quit the bedroom first. And the person who carried the painting behind Jin Mao also retreated very obediently. Hang Qing and Jin Mao were left in the room for a while.
Jin Mao suddenly became tense, even breathing lighter.
"Have you ever thought about moving out?" Hang Qing asked.
Jin Min was startled, and looked at Hang Qing almost in a panic: "Is there something wrong with me?"
"No."
"Why ... why did you mention moving out so suddenly?"
"Isn't this what you want? You have your own gallery, you can support yourself, you have a knowledge, a skill, even if the gallery no longer exists, you can still live well. You and Song Xunzhi Your hukou and identity card have also been improved, and your education is not low. You don't have to rely on me anymore. "
Jin Min didn't feel excited at all, and his head was buzzing, as if someone had suddenly hit a sap, the taste was really uncomfortable.
Jin Min even felt the limbs were weak, and he unconsciously wanted to kneel down. What do you do when you kneel down? Like when he was young, did he kneel and crawl at his feet, leaning on his knees and begging him?
Hang Qing frowned.
Jin Yan's face was too white.
He nodded in front of him: "Come here, sit down."
Jin Min nodded blankly, walked over, and sat on the carpet in front of Hang Qing. Hang Qing also took a seat on the chair: "Your face is pale, what's wrong? Sick?"
"No, it's not ..." Jin Yan finally returned to God. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Why are you so sudden? Is it because ... is it because me and Song Quanzhi are already too boring? No Can I please your place again? "
"No. It's enough to please." Hang Qingdan said lightly: "I have enjoyed enough to support you as you grow up and become stronger. I think this is fun enough."
"Yeah, but I don't have enough ..." Jin Min said with gritted teeth.
Hang Qing didn't hear it clearly for a while, and couldn't help asking: "What?"
Jin Yan bit his tongue, and suddenly seemed to have taken a lot of courage from it: "I haven't enough!" He raised his voice: "I want to stay by your side, I don't want to leave here! Let me stay ... You can leave it to me to do anything. "
"..."
Song Jianzhi and Jin Mao's gestures were too strange.
Can it really teach two loyal dogs in just seven years?
"But you have grown up." Hang Qing had to remind him again: "You have stayed in Bianjia before, and you haven't touched the outside world. How did you feel about this exhibition when you contacted many people?"
"It feels like ... neither of them is as good as you. I can stay with you all my life and give up dealing with them."
Hang Qing: "..." Was the house contagious?
"Don't you want to marry and have children like a normal person?"
Jin Mao blushed: "I, I'm not married. It's enough to be with you."
From this sentence, Hang Qing finally understood Jin Jin's thoughts. Probably because there is almost no contact with the outside world, regardless of the outside world or the villa, there are too few people who can look as good as the frontier ... So Song Xunzhi and Jin Yan were young when they were adolescents. During Muai, there was a deviation between the aesthetic and the object of love.
Hang Qing didn't think he was narcissistic.
After all, Song Quanzhi was already apparent enough, and although Jin Yan was restrained, it was because of his restrained personality that the emotions he expressed were even stronger.
They seemed to have a bit of a twisted idea about him.
Somewhat serious, but not enough to cause headaches.
When they were young, their outlook on love was completely different. They just didn't get rid of it for a while.
Hang Qing whispered, "I don't need anyone's company. Well, you and Song Xunzhi probably need to have a serious love relationship."
Jin Yong's heartbeat missed a beat: "You, do you feel my mind, do you? I ... I have no other meaning, I just ... I just like you, admire you ..."
People like Jin Mao, sincerely, have really said anything.
Hang stared at him lightly: "Even if he likes men, it shouldn't be me."
Jin Yong's face went red again: "Are you trying to scold me as a beast? Yes, you are the same as me and Song Quanzhi's adoptive father, but you are not. Ah, I admire you, am I wrong?"
Hang Qing didn't talk to him anymore.
Oestrus, oh no, puberty children are too difficult.
Hang Qing picked up his mobile phone and made a call. The call process was very short. Hang Qing hung up after a while, then he looked at Jin Yan: "You and Song Xunzhi will go to a class tomorrow. One of your most missing classes class."
Youth Enlightenment Education Class! !! !!
"You can go and go out and bring the door. Tell Song to punish him and starve to death without eating. It is a waste of my support for so many years." Hang Qing's face became cold.
Jin Min nodded and went out.
Hang Qing never saw them again for the next two days.
He felt that most of them were just their sexual fantasies. After all, no one else could imagine them. Now it's up to the teacher to guide him properly, he still doesn't show up as well.
Song Songzhi and Jin Zhen met their own teacher of sexual enlightenment in a dazed situation.
Hang Qing cleared up and let the driver drive to the police station.
He couldn't be cheaper Guan Yong.
The car stopped steadily outside the police station, and the news of the frontier soon spread to the police station.
Gong Chengxi strode out: "You're here .... I know about Guan Yong, too. He has been suspended."
Hang Qing nodded indifferently, showing two points of alienation.
Gong Chengyi was a little stunned, I don't know why the other party suddenly became so cold. Is it because of Guan Yong's affairs, so he hates the entire police station? Gong Chengxi swallowed a little nervously.
Hang Qing went straight without looking at him.
At this time, Gong Tian also came out, holding a glass of warm water in his hand, and went straight to Hang Qing.
Hang Qing did not respond to the smile on his face, and only asked lightly: "I have brought him to court, and I don't care if he is suspended now. What about Bian Zheng?"
"Temporarily detained at the police station ..."
"Did you ask the result?"
"No."
"Then please give me the edges orthogonally."
Gong Tian also noticed the indifference in Hangqing's tone, and he felt quite agitated at the moment. He smiled and said, "Sit down first. I'll tell you something about Yong Yong. Someone will come over and take it. Now. "
Hang Qing nodded and followed Gong Tian to sit down. Of course he came to ask Guan Yong, but if he didn't take the initiative first, how could he let Gong Tian obey a lot of secret things?
Hang Qing felt that he was becoming more and more villainous.
The two sat down in Gong Tian's office.
As soon as Gong Chengxi caught up from behind, he watched the office door shut in front of him. Gong Cheng sighed, and went back and forth twice in his mind about the painting he saw at the exhibition, which made him feel more comfortable.
"After Guan Yong was suspended, he said a lot." Gong Tian whispered, "He said that his elder brother's daughter was killed by Bian's family. The girl knew many secrets of Bian's family and once told the family the secret. People ... So he was stared at you for a long time after being transferred to Jingshi as the captain. "Speaking of the latter half of the sentence, Gong Tian seemed to be displeased, and his tone was obviously heavy.
"So it is." Hang Qing paused and said, "Do you believe it?"
Gong Tian ironically said: "Guan Yong can fake a search warrant. What else can't be faked? I have made people continue to investigate."
"Can I ask what the girl he said is?"
"Named Effie, or Effie ..."
Hang Qing raised an eyebrow: "He is lying." Ai Feier and Ai Yu are a pair of sisters. If Ai Feier is mentioned, then he must know that Ai Yu is right. Since he was talking about his elder brother's daughter, how could he not know how many daughters he has? Guan Yong is lying. However, he may have contacted Eiffel in private. At least Effie died prematurely, and Ai Yu was also in jail. Now it is difficult to figure out the implications.
Gong Tian also said here: "He is lying."
Hang Qing could not help but glance at Gong Tian. He felt that this man was so amazing that he didn't even doubt himself.
"What else did he say?" Hang Qing asked.
"I have been accused of a lot of unnecessary charges ..." Gong Tian said in a deeper tone.
Hang Qing didn't know what to say for a while. Guan Yong was really stupid. If he was smart, maybe he could really provoke Gong Tian's suspicion, but now he pushed Gong Tian completely to his side. So no matter what Guan Yong said, it is difficult to convince others.
Seeing that Hang Qing didn't speak, Gong Tian suddenly turned and whispered: "Are you mad at me? Guan Yong made a noise that day, I'm sorry, I saw something I shouldn't see ..."
"Bianzheng, do you have to take it back? Actually, if you put it in the police station ..." Gong Tian paused and said, "I can keep him in the detention center for a lifetime."
Hang Qing: "..." Isn't it a good idea to abuse privileges? Don't you represent decent people? "No, I'll take him back to be useful."
Gong Tian also felt a little regret: "I can't do anything for you."
"There is nothing to do."
"Are you free at night?" Gong Tian suddenly said, "I invite you to have a meal."
"No, I'm fine."
Gong Tian seemed to be anxious. He looked at Hang Qing and whispered, "I have something to tell you."
"Then say it here." Hang Qing was a little puzzled. Is there anything you want to say when you ask for dinner? Is Gong Tian really going to help him?
Gong Tian smiled helplessly: "Then let's say it here ... I just don't think the atmosphere seems to be enough."
Atmosphere? What does it have to do with atmosphere? Hang Qing felt even more confused.
"Bian Yan, I don't want to be like you were seven years ago, and suddenly you wake up and disappear without a trace. I can only keep trying to call your mobile phone, but I don't know where I hope. Now we'll see you again, I I don't want you to disappear from my eyes again. If there is anything else in the future, you can call me at any time. "Gong Tim paused:" I hope to be your backing for life. "
Everything else was fine, but suddenly the words "a lifetime" were used, and Hang Qing suddenly felt that his meaning had changed.
He could barely hide the change in expression on his face.
Gong Tian whispered: "I'm gay, I don't have any other relationship now, and I've already come out and cooked everything. Bian Yan, would you like to think about it?"
Now that makes it clearer.
Hang Qing was almost petrochemical.
Did I attack his father? ? ?
Since he came to this world, although there are many people who admire and worship because of his identity, no one has dared to express his admiration to him so generously. But after he was all 30 years old, he was confessed in succession within half a month.
"Sorry." Hang Qing stood up sharply.
If Gong Tian is not from the police, he might really consider it. After all, age is right.
If Song Jianzhi is as old as Gong Tian, ​​he may also consider it. After all, the positions of both sides are appropriate.
But the situation is very embarrassing. Song Xunzhi is a child and Gong Tian is a hostile force.
Hang Qing thought it was single to death. Anyway, the collapse of the incident from the frontier should be fast.
"You don't need to say sorry, I will send you out." Gong Tian whispered: "After all, can I continue to pursue you?"
Hang Qing couldn't bear it. He paused and looked back at Gong Tian: "You will regret these words today."
"No." Gong Tian's tone was firm. "They are all sincere and sincere. Why should I regret it later? If I don't say anything again, I suddenly find you disappeared one day and I have nothing for you. Knowing, I do n’t even know where to find you, I can only hold my own memories and keep describing in my heart the first time I saw you ... would n’t it make me regret it more?

Hang Qing opened his mouth and couldn't find any words to persuade Gong Tian. He could only cool his face and opened the door and strode out.
The little police officer outside had brought Bianzheng out.
"Trouble sending him to my car."
The little police officer nodded his face blushing, and he was busy and went out.
Bian Zheng's face was pale and haggard, and he looked very bad at the police station these days. Hang Qing even wondered if Gong Tian had moved his hands behind his back. After all, in the tone of Gong Tian talking to him today, it is very likely that Gong Tian will be in pain because of maintenance, but the other side is working secretly.
Hang Qing expelled these thoughts from his mind.
None of this matters.
He quickly walked out of the police station, and Bian Zheng was already in the car. Two of his men sat down and surrounded Bian Zheng in the middle. Bian Zheng was out of panic when he was out of the police station. Instead, he showed an angry expression. Probably in his opinion, Bian Ling is his son no matter how.
Hang Qing sneered.
How could he do this to him?
It's still light.
Hang Qing hated Bianzheng, and he hated Bian mother, but He Bian mother died early. Then he will only punish Bengzheng.
Under normal circumstances, Hang Qing feels that it is good to use legal means, but this scum cannot be dealt with against scum like Beng Zheng. Hang Qing had plans in his mind several times. I don't know why, a deep sense of joy rose in the bottom of his heart.
Does that belong to the frontier?
Soon, they returned to Bianjia.
Song Jianzhi and Jin Mao also returned after the class. Both looked normal, and there was nothing strange about it. Hang Qing thought that the effect should be almost the same.
"Do you need my help?" Song Xunzhi said suddenly.
Hang Qing didn't speak, and his men led Bianzheng to the back room.
That secret room was where the Bian family murdered and executed, and it was extremely secretive.
Hang Qing went upstairs to pick up something, and then went there.
Song Quanzhi also followed up unwillingly, and when Hang Qing opened the door, Song Quanzhi rushed forward and looked at Hang Qing with eager desire: "Bring me with you too, you will need me!"
Only then did Hang Qing realize that Song Jianzhi still seemed to have not changed.
He looked into his eyes still full of deep admiration and obsession, even ... with a little bit of sexual lust. Hang Qing hesitated in his heart, and felt that the lesson this time seemed to be bad.
That teacher should teach them to know women correctly?
But why did Song Jianzhi still look at him in spring?
Song Jianzhi seemed to notice his gaze, smiled, put it in his ear, and said quietly: "That teacher taught me and Jin Yan a lot of things, I, I think I want more ..."
Hang Qing: "..."
Song Quanzhi seemed to want to say something. Bian Zheng suddenly burst out a swearing. Apparently, after being taken into the secret room, he recognized that this was the place where the murder was executed, and immediately panicked, naturally he couldn't help it. Screamed.
Hang Qing walked in, Song Xunzhi followed in, and then he closed the door with his hands. When Hang Qing went to see him, he looked at Hang Qing with a smile.
Bian Zheng saw Hang Qing come in, and he scolded even more vigorously: "Damn! You it! That's how you treated your dad? Bian Yan, are you crazy? Are you as crazy as your mother?"
Song Xunzhi's face suddenly became gloomy. Before Hang Qing opened his mouth, he had already found the knife he had carried with him, strode forward, holding one's hair with his hand, and the edge of the blade stuck to his side. Mouth: "Who allows you to insult him like this?"
Bian Zhengxi laughed and scolded: "Are you a man? This is your male pet? Oh, he likes you? Haha ... what do you think of me like this? Aren't you a pervert like me?"
Song Xunzhi's eyes were all red. He stared at Bian Zheng deadly, and his hand moved uncontrollably, looking like he was shaking slightly.
Bian Zheng screamed suddenly.
Half of his lips were shaved.
Hang Qing was startled. He didn't expect Song Jian to be so neat.
"I'm much more noble than you." Hang Qing stepped forward and snatched the sword in Song Quan's hand softly, and looked down gently.
Bian Zheng screamed again.
After all, it was chopped on the roots of descendants.