Anjie admits that in order to avoid trouble, he is somewhat passive in his actions and plans, but it doesn't mean that people have come to him. He doesn't say anything.

Those not so friendly steel gadgets, including the pocket for Mo Cong, were smuggled by drunk snake for him. Although he still had doubts about this old friend whom he had not seen for many years, he was already thinking about throwing those troublemaking children to drunk snake when he had to.

In spite of his misgivings, which Anjie laughed at himself, he had misgivings about anyone.

He retreated into the uncomfortable sofa. I don't know whether it was the sleeping position or the conversation with Mo Cong vaguely aroused his uneasiness. Anjie didn't have a stable night.

There seems to be gunshots ringing in my ears, and my retina is covered with red. Many people who once saw him respectfully rush to him with red eyes... This is an ambush in the "villa"... Anjie thinks vaguely.

Then there are lots of rhododendrons, which open like wind, red like paint splashing down, and the figure that is hard to insert into his sight at any time, the attic that is too narrow to breathe... Anjie thinks that his chest may be pressed by his arm, otherwise how can he feel suffocated?

This claustrophobia like feeling accompanied him for most of his life, freedom was limited in that small attic for three years, more than a thousand days and nights - the psychologist said, this may be the reason why he was paranoid to hold the map, all the time looking for his next destination.

Because he wants freedom, absolute freedom, freedom without interference. It's like a child who's been hungry and doesn't want to waste food.

This is a dream... This is a dream

Then the dream changed again. The face that reminded him of countless years, appeared in front of him with the same smile in his memory. The big eyes that would bend into crescent moon when he laughed - Anjie constantly reminded himself that this was the voice of the dream suddenly stopped. He trembled uncontrollably and wanted to reach out to touch that face.

But her figure is more and more far away, the smile in the eyes that looked at him gradually dissipated, and the continuous sadness rose up, she said: "drink fox... Drink fox, what did you promise me... What did you promise me..."

For a long time, the steady state of mind was like a sudden strong typhoon. Anjie felt that his heart was about to burst. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, and the description of Mulian soon disappeared. Another pair of eyes appeared in front of him - a pair of strange, gray blue eyes.

He didn't remember when he saw such eyes, but his subconscious mind surged with almost uncontrollable malice... And the desire to kill.

Although he couldn't remember, he knew the eyes well.

Anjie jerked all over and opened his eyes in a sweat. Out of the window was the dim light of dawn.

He turned his eyes and saw the bedroom with the door slightly open, and Mo's slippers at the end of the bed. He promised Mu Lian to be a kind person and live happily. She said that only those who are kind and willing to be as kind as possible will get real happiness.

Anjie closed his eyes wearily. Yes, he promised.

The next day, Mo Cong packed his things and went back to his home early in the morning. Of course, he also did a lot of superfluous things, such as pouring a glass of water for Anjie, putting it on the coffee table beside the sofa, putting the simple breakfast in the microwave oven to keep warm, and writing a note for him not to forget to eat.

Anjie's living habits are very bad. I didn't know before. After living with him for such a long time, I found out that this man has almost no regular consciousness and can do whatever he wants. When he is hungry, when he eats, when he is sleepy and when he has a rest.

Mo Cong even tidied up the room lightly. Then he took a look at the person curled up on the sofa. With a pleasant smile, he turned and went out.

At the moment when he gently opened the door, Anjie opened his eyes, half awake, glanced at the wall clock, whispered "finally gone", turned over and continued to sleep. His sleep quality is not high, and any irregular movement can wake him up, not to mention Mo Cong's behavior that made countless noises just now.

Well - even if he has a conscience.

When Mo Cong came home, Mo Yu was the only one in the family. Mo Jin went to a make-up class organized by their head teacher in private. She went out early and came back late with a small schoolbag on her back all day, and no one was seen.

Mo Cong said hello to the little girl, and began to tamper with the fake "luggage" that he ran out and came back early in the morning. While tampering with it, he talked to Mo Yu in a confused way: "your sister worked hard for a holiday, how come you don't look like a top student?"

When he didn't get a reply, Mo Chu looked up at Mo Yu, which startled him. The girl's eyes, which were a little too big, were just staring at him, as if he suddenly had two Dogtail flowers on his head.

"Xiaoyu?"

"Brother, did you go all the way out and bring anything back?"

Mo hastily breathed and glared at her: "what do you take with you? What's not for sale? Where did you go last time? Your sister brought back two pieces of clothes and told me that the local products were actually from the zoo—— If you want to talk about the local specialties of the place where he went, he really likes one. Unfortunately, the local specialties that he likes certainly don't want him to pack

"Oh," said Mo Yu slowly, and after a long time, he said, "in fact, the clothes in the zoo are good. They are cheap and can be worn. You should buy some back. Just tell us that they were bought from other places. No one knows, right?"

Don't put down the things in your hand and frown: "Xiao Yu, don't have something in your words."

"I have nothing to say, brother..." Mo Yu bit his lip, "where have you been?"

Mo Chu stood up, sat down on the sofa, looked at the sensitive sister and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter with you?"

Mo Yu slowly pulled out a beautifully packed black paper box from under the sofa and pushed it in front of Mo Cong: "it was sent to my home. I thought it was Li Biyun when you were away, so I opened it." Her little hand opened the lid of the box, and her pupils suddenly shrank when she saw what was inside——

Inside the box was a dagger wrapped in a lacquer black scabbard. It looked as if it had been cut. It was very sharp. Beside it was a letter with a slight sandalwood fragrance. On it, the Dragon wrote Zhai to Feng Wu.

Zhai laopao.

Mo suddenly raised his head: "Xiaojin know?"

Mo Yu shook his head.

Mo Cong was slightly relieved. He collapsed on the sofa and looked at his sister with a look of inquiry and uneasiness. He was thinking about this problem. Zhai laopao's meaning was very obvious. He could not shrink any more. After taking a deep breath, Mo quickly cleared his throat: "Xiao Yu... I probably did something wrong..."

Mo Yu stared at him without blinking.

Mo said: "so I have to face it now, otherwise it may bring you greater danger in the future." The younger brother finally put down his hatred and faced up to his responsibility when his parents were gone. Even though it looks really late.

He sighed: "after a while, I may go out frequently. If there is any difficulty, if you can't find me, you can go to brother Anjie." Since that man has his father's things in his hand... He should be someone who can entrust his sister.

Xiaoyu refused to speak all the time. He asked in a low voice for a long time: "brother, are you... Dangerous?" Her eyes moved to the dark knife with an air of uncertainty.

Mo Cong gently smile: "not dangerous."

The little girl was relieved. She seemed to be worried for a long time. She was very careful and had a kind of unspeakable fear.

There are black eyes blinking in the dark, and they will never be willing to look for light like the poet who finally ruined themselves. Everyone has his own way of life - in this world that looks so bright, they pay the same price in different meanings.

Mo Cong took the black dagger to find Zhai Haidong. They talked in the small courtyard for a whole afternoon. No one knew what they talked about. The only audience at that time was the golden dog.

Xu Laosi's body was found in the gutter two weeks later, which became an outstanding case file in the police station.

Soon, everyone on the road got a message. Heiyi bowed his head to Zhai Haidong, and the underground dark empire was ready to move again. Chen Fugui was surprised to find that Zhai laopao had grown up and was no longer committed to bleaching his business clothes. Instead, he took the initiative to hook up with him. There is no suspense about the awkward combination of cunning and crafty. Black clothes swim in it, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and it seems quite easy.

Anjie knows that Zhai Haidong's actions are definitely not for his own sake. There must be something that has brought potential threat to the old lion.

There was a figure in his mind, but he couldn't catch it.

Less than half a month after the beginning of school, Anjie, a good student of senior three's graduating class, was found by the trouble he avoided.

As soon as he finished school, he found that someone was watching a Lamborghini in front of the school. Just as he wanted to walk around, he found that the door had been opened. A young man with white gloves got out of the car and bowed in the direction of Anjie.

Anjie was stunned, frowned and glanced around. He found that there was no other suspicious target around him.

Then, another person stepped down from the car, and Anjie was stunned.

He Jingming, the poisonous wolf.

The God is a fool who likes to watch.

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Let me take a breath——

Next is the tension of the parties fighting, the two people's ambiguity... Well, in fact, it's Mo Cong's unilateral ambiguity

People who like uncle he will soon find out that he Jingming is a pervert