: Chapter 35

Chapter 35 The Old Lover Visits
The proprietress had never chased the stars and could not understand the feeling that the little girls were fainted when they saw the fate, but at this moment she did have difficulty breathing, her mind was blank, and there was a feeling that she was about to fall to the ground in a trance.
"..." Chu He looked at her, thinking that he didn't make it clear, and smiled again: "Excuse me, is it possible for five minutes?"
Phoenix Ming Wang completely forgot the last time he smiled in front of the lotus seat, stunned the 18th golden body Luohan on the spot, and even the King of the Three Ming Ming missed and smashed the war halberd on his leg.
The lady boss stared at him motionlessly, as if she wanted to say something, but could not make a sound. After a while, she shook a few times, and her head fell to the ground.
Phoenix Mingwang: "..."
In the completely frozen scene, Zhou Hui got up from the seat, walked forward through the dead coffee shop, took Chu He's hand and pulled him back to the seat to press, and smoothly touched the hat from the little girl next to him buckle.
"You lost," he smiled.
Chu He didn't say a word, and sat there expressionlessly, refusing to communicate with the outside world.
Zhou Hui understood the truth of the poor Kou Mo chasing, did not force him at this time, only smiled and turned and snapped his fingers. With a slap, the whole cafe was like an activated switch. Everyone woke up as if dreaming, looking around in a trance, not knowing what happened just now.
Zhou Hui pulled down the brim of Chu River again, and then turned to the bar-he walked like a wild leopard walking in the jungle. It was laid-back, strong and powerful, although it also attracted a lot of attention. But it is not as exaggerated as the Phoenix Ming Dynasty.
When she came to the bar, the lady boss was getting up from the ground. She was puzzled and didn't know how she fell just now.
Zhou Hui stretched out her hand to support her, her smile seemed to crumple the most gorgeous sunshine in summer, the rich hormonal smell made people blush and heartbeat, and even the voice was full of magnetism when he spoke: "Hello -"
The lady boss flushed her hair and flushed her hair. At that moment, she recovered her feeling of being an eighteen-year-old girl: "Hello, hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, I want to find you to inquire personally." Zhou Hui took out the picture to show her, politely said: "This is my two friends, shall we go to the kitchen to talk back?"
At the moment of turning around, Zhou Hui made a victory sign in the back, Chu He looked away, pretending not to see.
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At the same time, on the top floor of the office building above the cafe, Liao Liang sat in a luxurious office with floor-to-ceiling windows and an observation deck, looking at the photo frame motionlessly.
The photo is old, and the tear marks are crooked and slightly wrinkled. It can be seen how careful it was when it was torn in the past, for fear of damaging the man's half-point clothing corner. He caressed the cold glass on the photo frame. The tears sprinkled on this photo had disappeared. However, he can still remember that late that night, he drove the car to the top of the mountain and sat alone all night long. The night wind chilled into the pain and despair in the bone marrow.
There is a kind of pain that will not subside with time. It will always be with you, rooted in the depths of your soul, and endlessly with the passage of time.
"You should go down," a cold female voice suddenly sounded in the empty office.
Liao Liang raised his eyes, and a small mirror stood upright at the desk, and a woman's face was reflected in the mirror.
It was a very beautiful woman with long silver hair and strong eyes and eyebrows. Even the frost on her face could not reduce her style. However, Liao Liang's eyes did not change when she looked at her, only husky said: "Must go?"
"The soul and yang you collected in the past few days is too little. If you drag it on again, Lu Xiaochen's body may be corrupted-there are still many restrictions on the corpse preservation technology in the human world."
Liao Liang hesitated a little: "But I heard that the leader of Feng Si was the Ming King of Heavenly Dao, and his strength is very strong..."
"Because of this, his soul and yang are enough for what you need." The woman paused, changing the tone of seduction: "Don't worry, there is a difference between the King of Heaven and Taoism. The Phoenix is ​​an ancient bird, but It is because the Ming King who was raised and raised by the Buddha is not as overbearing as the fighting power of the five Ming Kings of the Tantra; coupled with his destruction of the gods and birds, it is now the weakest period in thousands of years, unlike you Imagine it so hard to deal with."
"But if he gets angry..."
"You just want to separate a ray of soul from his mortal body, but not to kill him, what's the difficulty? Besides, in case something goes wrong, I will help you. If you are still hesitant, time will be too late."
A struggling look appeared on Liao Liang’s face:
But the last time that bar MB turned into a corpse, and even alarmed the legendary team leader—

The woman suddenly stopped when she heard Zhou Hui, with a complex light flashing in her eyes.
She said coldly for a long time: "There are always accidents when pumping souls. I only come to help you with the same disease and pity, but if you are afraid of everything, then you have nothing to do."
Liao Liang gritted his teeth for a moment, and seemed to be in a fierce ideological struggle in his mind. After a long time, his eyes fell on the picture frame in his hand, and his throat swiped violently, and the pain and longing that he was so desperately forced him to make up his mind.
"I'm going." He stood up straight: "It's already started, it can't end...I'm going."
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In the back kitchen of the coffee shop, the lady boss Rong Guanghuan sat across from Zhou Hui, her voice was at least three times softer than usual: "These two? I remember. You know that we have a Liao's risk assessment company in this building, the boss said There is a background, the third generation of the red or the third generation of the army is coming? Every time we come to buy coffee, our little girl here is rushing to serve. Then that day, Mr. Liao came with the two people in the photo, and the result was a fight...
Zhou Hui said in surprise: "How did you fight?"
"I don't know. The three of them sat back and talked about things. They didn't look good. They looked like they were about to quarrel. We didn't dare to listen. Then the two young men stood up and left halfway, Liao. The boss took hold of this--" The lady boss pointed at Lu Xiaochen in the photo and said: "After holding this, another punch is to hit Mr. Liao's face with a punch, and then fight."
She looked at no one around, and went to the gossip and said: "I think these two young people are a pair, they held hands when they came. The surname Liao should like one of them, but want to pull It was not pulled, but was beaten by another one-oh, that day we overturned our table and chairs, the police came over..."
"Come and take everyone away?" Zhou Hui asked.
"How can it be, Mr. Liao is the third generation of Red." The proprietress pointed to the Bo Chao in the photo and said, "I took away this first hands first. The police are kind to the surname Liao."
Zhou Hui yelled and pointed at Lu Xiaochen: "So what about this person, who left with the surname Liao?"
"No, he punched the surname Liao after the police left, and then rushed out."
The proprietress seemed to be very fond of the same-sex triangle love gossip. Even the tables and chairs that were lost that day didn’t pay much attention. They just asked Zhou Hui: "--Is these two really your friends? Did the mandarin ducks break them apart?"
Zhou Hui looked at the picture silently. The two young people above looked at each other and smiled, carefree. They should have a bright future and a happy life.
"No, they are all dead." He sighed and murmured: "Some lovers are inseparable."
He reached out and snapped his fingers in front of the boss. The latter froze for a moment, then his eyes were in a trance.
Zhou Hui stood up and walked out, and suddenly the phone rang in his pocket. As soon as he looked at the number, he connected and asked, "Q3?"
"Yu Vice, they found the warehouse calculated by Feng Si. Sure enough, it was not far from Liao's house. I was just wandering inside." Situ Yingzhi tweeted over the phone and said, "I should really come over and see you The wall on the ground is full of blood. How can two people shed so much blood?

"--Two people?"
"Yeah, not only did the Lu Xiaochen you investigated died here, but the Bochao's body was found in the cement wall just now. It's almost corrupt, and it's estimated that it has been two months since he died. I don’t understand this, but the deputy policeman said that this warehouse was the first scene where Bochao was killed.
Zhou Hui frowned: "What's wrong?"
"No corpses, only Bochao in the cement wall, no road Xiaochen-what is really special to the mandarin duck..."
Zhou Hui thought about it, remembering that Bo Chao was killed two months ago, but Lu Xiaochen died a month ago. It happened that the place of death was the same again, and he seemed to understand something.
"Lu Xiaochen's body should have been taken away by the surname Liao as a demon." He paused and said in a deep voice: "You just call two clever guys from a group to check the whereabouts of Liao Liang in the last month .. I suspect that in addition to the jumping body, he killed more people."
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In the cafe deck, Chu He raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly: "--Liao Gongzi?"
Liao Liang's well-made pen-and-trick suit is much more eye-catching than the restless appearance when he met at the Liao family that day. It shows that it makes sense that people want to dress Buddha and gold. However, no matter how good the dress was, he could not conceal his haggard look. I wonder if it was the reason why he could not sleep at night.
"Team Feng Si," he smiled a little unnaturally: "Why are you here? My office is upstairs and it's a coincidence to come down for a cup of coffee."
Chu He put down his mobile phone, leaned gently on the back of the chair, looked up and down at the man in front of him, and asked, "How do you recognize me?"
The appearance of the deity of Fenghuang Mingwang is really shocking, but the beauty is accompanied by a cold sense of oppression.
Liao Liang's little finger twitched like a nerve reflex, and then he seemed to inadvertently put his hand on the table and smiled: "When you didn't leave the special place a few years ago, we once met in the military committee from afar, fortunate to have seen you It’s true. But I was a student at the time, and now my appearance has changed a lot. You don’t remember it is normal."
He took the tea list stuck at the table: "What do you want? I will."
Chu He said: "No."
Liao Liang ordered a cup of mocha, returned the tea list to the waiter, and said: "In fact, I always wanted to invite you to dinner to express my gratitude. If it wasn't you that day, I had already been jumped to death... and I was also injured. How is the hand now?"
"Okay." Chu He casually said, "You spent two million, don't need to invite me again."
"No, that's different. It can't be said that spending money can hurt you at will..."
Liao Liang suddenly got stuck.
Under normal circumstances, honorifics should not be used here. No matter whether it is to narrow the relationship or deliberately seduce, once you use "you", the entire artistic conception will become incoherent.
However, Liao Liang is too rich and too powerful. As long as he hooks his fingers, there are a large number of beautiful men and women who take the initiative to climb up and hook up, so he is actually not very good at picking up skills. What's more, even if Chuhe's condition is worse, the whole person's momentum is above him, and he can't do anything else to call the other party by equal terms.
Liao Liang hesitated a little, and the cold mirror in his trouser pocket moved, as if he was urging it.
"I... used to invest in a French restaurant in Wangfujing, where the wine and seafood are good." Liao Liangxin smiled and gritted his teeth: "How about this weekend? How do you have time?"
Chu He stared at him and adjusted a more comfortable sitting position, as if this felt a bit interesting.
"I don't have time." He walked slowly, and then interrupted Liao Liang before he was eager to speak: "----Liao Gongzi, IMHO, what you look like..."
He paused for a long time, and said: "Are you seduce me?"
The waiter came to send the mocha, and the cup was placed in front of Liao Liang, but he didn't respond, and only looked at Chuhe in amazement.
From any angle, Chu He does not look like a person who is sensitive to emotions.
Whether he is a person or a deity, his natural coldness is expressed from the bottom of his heart. He should be a very closed self, too lazy to care about the things around him. Even if the admirer kneels at his feet and worships, he should not pay any attention to it.
"How do you..." Liao Liang said in embarrassment.
"You probably misunderstood me." Chu He looked at him and seemed to find it very interesting: "I have seen a lot of people like you, most of them are more powerful than you, and at most you are just a poor technology. It’s just an imitator... No need to blush, I’ll forget it in two days, it doesn’t matter."
Liao Liang was at a loss and covered her trousers subconsciously.
The ice-like temperature in the mirror gave him a tingle, so that the cold restored a trace of calm, and he remembered the old yellowed photo in the office upstairs.
Indeed, he and that person have never taken pictures alone. The only picture is made by ripping out the middle Bo Chao.
This sad fact made him suddenly raise a desperate courage from despair.
"...Actually, I want to ask you to go out alone, there is another thing..." Liao Liang swallowed slowly, swallowing hard.
"A person who has helped me wants me to bring you a message."
He grabbed the mirror, took it out of his pants pocket, and handed it to Chu He.
This simple movement seemed weird, because his hand holding the mirror was trembling slightly, and his nails even showed white edges due to too much force.
Chu He looked down at the mirror.
At that moment Liao Liang was almost ready for the legendary Phoenix Ming King to rise up violently, just like the master in the martial arts novel, he was ready to shoot himself in the light of day-he knew this way in the mirror The unknown goddess is very strong, but whether she can make up for the Phoenix King is really something that God does not know.
Liao Liang's face was very weird because of stiffness. However, Chu He raised his head, his expression as usual: "-- Zhou Hui's nude, I have seen, the heroine is also an acquaintance, but shouldn't this bed photo be taken to blackmail Zhou Hui?"
He pointed to the men and women who were entangled on the mirror and said, "What are you doing for me."
Liao Liang didn't fully understand the mystery of the mirror, but looked down in amazement, but the mirror changed and became a beautiful goddess with long silver hair.
She gave Liao Liang the impression that she was always cold. It wasn't Chu River who didn't have any interest in anything, so she was easy-going and indifferent to everything, but it was really cold and cold, as if she was always wrapped in the wind and snow.
But now, her eyes looking at Chu River are something different. It seems that there is a strong disgust and hatred overflowing from the ice, making the flashes of the corners of her eyes more chilling: "This side The mirror allows people to see the most hidden fear in her heart." She evoked a strange smile: "Long time no see, Phoenix Mingwang, so what did you just see?"
Chu He stared at her, and for a few seconds, neither of them moved, and then he suddenly shot, slamming into the goddess' throat in the mirror!
However, the Snow Mountain goddess moved faster, the mirror turned into countless fragments in an instant, and a white hand was stretched out in the air, brushing the fingertips of Chuhe with lightning.
The touch is really very, very slight, even hard to detect.
But the next second, Chuhe got a halo from her fingertips, her color was as red as blood, and she disappeared into the mirror fragments in a flash.
"Shakti--!" Chu He rose angrily, and everyone in the cafe looked back at each other in amazement; the next second, Zhou Hui pressed his shoulders from behind and shattered all the mirror fragments in the air into powder!
--boom!
The hurricane hurricane rose to the ground and instantly shook the whole building. In the violent turmoil, everyone shouted to the ground; the blizzard rolled up the stunned Liao Liang, and the wall crashed and disappeared on the street in a vacuum!
Chu He chased out two steps and stopped by the collapsed wall.
I saw vehicle warnings on the street, and passersby stopped in panic, and countless vehicles sounded harsh ears at the same time; everyone in the cafe was lying under the table, trembling and daring not to move.
"Liao Liang wanted to resurrect his suicidal lover. Snow Mountain goddess Shakti offered to help him, use him to approach you, and take the opportunity to a trace of real fire from your soul." Zhou Hui came from behind Chu River and beat hard The whole wall was gray and coldly said: "They must have gone to Liao's house, shit, the unlucky first love body must be hiding there."
Chu He gasped slightly and asked, "Did you see that mirror?"
"Saw." Zhou Hui said lightly, "Not... what you imagine. What about you?"
Chu He didn't answer immediately.
He was silent for a moment before saying: "...it's not what I thought it was."