Wind Chaser: Rebirth in the 18th Year of the Republic of China

Hearing Jinzhen say this, Xu Nuo smiled and nodded.

"Okay, bring it to me when the time comes."

He had heard before that weddings there were very lively and the customs and meanings were also very good, so he wanted to take this opportunity to record a video for him to watch.

"By the way, is Lei Ming still in Ruijin? If so, I'll buy some Shanghai specialties and bring them to him. I left in a hurry last time and didn't buy him anything to eat."

Thinking of his old friend, Xu Nuo's eyes lit up. He always said before that he didn't think about the other party, but this time he took the initiative to let Jin Zhen bring back some local specialties and wait for that person to send a telegram to express his gratitude.

Thinking of Chief Lei, Shen Jinzhen's expression darkened. It had been a long time since he came back, and he forgot to tell Uncle Xu the unfortunate news.

"Section Chief Lei died by the Xiangjiang River. Before he died, he was thinking of you, so he asked me to send his regards to you." This topic was obviously very heavy. Shen Jinzhen saw the light in Uncle Xu's eyes dim suddenly, and consoled him, "Uncle Xu, please accept my condolences."

No one wants to hear the sad news of the death of a loved one, and no one can accept such a result for a while.

Xu Nuo waved his hands. He just couldn't accept it for the moment and it would be fine after a while.

"Jinzhen, go back first. I'll be fine on my own in a while." Xu Nuo knew that many comrades died in the Xiangjiang Campaign, but he didn't expect that his old friend also died there.

He needed to get over this on his own. Looking at Jin Zhen's self-blaming expression, he patted her shoulder and told her not to worry about it.

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

Looking at Uncle Xu's somewhat sad expression, Shen Jin really couldn't bear it and gave him enough time alone.

Time passes, the sun gradually sets, and night comes quietly.

In the Japanese Concession, in a luxuriously decorated room, there was a large and gorgeous bed.

On the bed, a beautiful and elegant woman was lying there quietly, allowing the man on her to ride on her.

As Kenji's expression became more and more intoxicated, the two ended the activity.

"No wonder Sulang wanted to have you in the first place. You taste much better than those kabuki actors."

Xian'er was putting on his clothes while savoring the feeling just now.

Jin Bihui remained calm with his signature smile on his face, "I hope Commander Xian'er will mention me when you report to your superiors. When I get promoted, I will definitely not forget your kindness, Commander."

"Okay, as long as you can serve me well instead of those Kabuki when I need you, I will definitely help you raise your status to a level higher than your adoptive father." Kenji had a smile on his face. He knew that the man in front of him was very ambitious and he didn't mind giving him a hand.

After watching Xian'er leave, Jin Bihui looked at her body with disgust. It was covered with spots left by the beast.

A ferocious look appeared on his face, and he smashed things in the house as if to vent his anger. He did not collapse on the bed until he calmed down.

A few months ago, he lost important information and was beaten by his adoptive father, which made him feel resentful. He did not care about the physical sacrifices he made in order to get a higher status.

Jin Bihui walked into the bathroom nearby, cleaned off the dirt on his body, put on a new suit, put on some hair oil, and looked at himself dressed as maturely as a man with a hint of sneer on his face.

He has killed many people. When they were alive, those people would call him a pervert, curse him to have no descendants, and some even called him a tomboy.

Seeing the angry eyes of those people gradually fading away, he sometimes felt happy for them.

Death is also good, sometimes it is a relief. Unlike him, if he wants to live, he can only rely on that beastly adoptive father, accept his abuse, and do things for him.