Strive to be rich and handsome

Slowly walking down the spiral staircase, the light became darker and darker, the hooked-nosed man stared at the unlucky duo who were tied into rice dumplings, and proposed a condition, "As long as one of you admits to killing my brother, I will let the other go." one."

"Are you kidding?" The uncle was furious, and joked, "Who would say that he killed someone?!"

The consequence of being too energetic and too explosive is that the uncle is jjjed.

Uh, to be exact, he was hung up and beaten.

"You know there is a way to stop me, just one word."

The perpetrator who failed to achieve his goal left angrily.

All that was left was the bloody mess that filled the room.

silence.

"Does it hurt?" Ivy's voice was very soft.

Leori was hung and tied to the wall, covered in blood, the clothes on his body were torn and tattered, and the flesh rolled outward could be faintly seen.

Hearing Ivey's question, Leo Li opened his eyes slightly, and shook his head wearily.

The boy was silent for a while, and then said hoarsely: "Maybe I should promise him just now."

"Don't say stupid things." Leo Li glared at him fiercely. In this society, it would be very miserable for ordinary people to be labeled as murderers.

"Actually, you can take him first, and then repent on the spot." Ivy suggested softly.

"Then what do you do?" That person will definitely leave one as a threat. If he repents on the spot and doesn't say how likely he is to be safe, the one left behind will definitely die.

Ivy stared at him silently, then sighed in his heart, couldn't this guy just think about himself.

"I have encountered many killers in the past two days." Casey lay on the sofa, holding a milk tea cup and sipping.

"But you seem to be in a good mood." Old Tony flipped through the newspaper and looked at the clock on the wall from time to time.

"It's rare to meet a guy with good strength to practice." Casey didn't deny it. She lazily put down the cup in her hand and sat up straight: "Are you waiting for that guy to confess?"

The old man just smiled without admitting or denying it.

"He won't." The woman shook her hair, stood up and walked to the window: "Your eldest son is a wolf."

After a long time, no rebuttal was heard, and the woman turned around in surprise.

The old man sat on the armchair and still maintained his supine posture.

However, the cardiac arrest and respiratory arrest all indicated that he was dead.

Casey froze on the spot, she stood there for a long time, she couldn't believe that the person who was talking to her just now died like this.

But a time to turn around.

The body began to stiffen.

Casey held Old Tony's finger, unable to recover for a long time.

She remembered knowing old Tony when he was a little boy with a chubby face and short, limp brown hair.

At that time, due to some accidents, she owed a large debt of favor to the then Patriarch of East, and had no choice but to become a teacher for children.

After meeting for the first time, after a brief self-introduction, it was time for the two of them to be alone.

The chubby doll held his small fist and stared at her slightly hostilely: "Are you the mistress my father raised outside?"

That year, Casey's temper was even hotter than now, and she unceremoniously beat this impolite kid half to death.

Finally, hold his ear and let him remember word by word, "I am your teacher."

The boy gradually grows into a teenager, with a handsome face, a tall figure, and a rebellious character, full of vigor and vitality.

"I must become a three-star hunter!" The child who wasn't even a hunter clamored so loudly. It was a completely ignorant gesture, but it made her feel cute inexplicably, but being cute didn't make her attitude towards him much better.

"I didn't even find the venue for the hunter exam." Unceremoniously revealed the truth.

"...Cathy, you are very annoying." The kid's aura instantly weakened, and he complained weakly with a bulging face.

A powerful iron fist knocked the little devil to the ground, and Casey withdrew his hand and gave a faint reminder: "Call me sir."

Tony, who is in his 20s, has passed the age of dreaming. He finally admits that he does not have the talent to become a hunter, and finally realizes what kind of responsibility and burden the existence of the family is. Job preparation.

But he refused to marry.

"Hey, Kathy, how about marrying me?" The casual tone seemed to be joking, and the youth's mature but still youthful face was full of determination.

"Remember to call Mr.." It was rare that he didn't hit him, and Casey leaned on the sofa and read the newspaper and corrected his address lightly.

The young man's face flushed instantly, but he still tried to get some answer: "Marry me."

"No." Turning over a page indifferently, Casey refused cleanly.

She went away, leaving him only a large gray bird.

You can use it to send a message if you want my help. ——After leaving such a sentence, he left without any regrets.It's almost time to repay the favor, she has always been a free person.

After all, he accepted the marriage and became the owner of East and the father of three children.

Casey occasionally pays attention to his recent situation, after all, this man is her only disciple.

When she received the letter, she rushed over almost without hesitation.

When seeing old Tony again, Casey was really surprised that he was so old, with wrinkled face and silver hair.

I can only find a little trace of the high-spirited boy and the mature and resolute youth in memory from some deja vu expressions.

Yes, he is different from himself, he is old.

"Are you the mistress my father raised outside?"

"I'm your teacher."

"I must become a three-star hunter!"

"I couldn't even find the venue for the hunter exam."

"...Kathy you are annoying."

"Hey, Kathy, how about marrying me?"

"Marry me."

"Sir, you are still the same as before."

"Yeah, I'm getting old."

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That day, she sat in the gazebo and asked him, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

The old man wiped his glasses, "What if I just miss you."

The woman's face was still fair and tender like an eighteen-year-old girl. She quietly raised her head and looked out of the window, suddenly feeling that the sun was dazzling.

The high-heeled shoes knocked on the slate, and the crisp knocking sound echoed in the corridor.

The woman stopped at the end of the corridor, and tapped her fingers on certain bricks and stones above the torch on the right, only to hear a soft click.

The mural on the adjacent corridor sank in, and then slowly opened to the right.

Went to the torch, walked in, and walked down the spiral staircase.

Go to the end and check the torch to the side wall.

"How do you think about it?" The woman with blond curly hair stepped on high heels and looked down at the Ivy boy who was tied into a rice dumpling.

The boy's whole body tensed up, he trembled, raised his head suddenly, and glared at the woman in a black windbreaker: "You designed it?"

This sentence was asked very fiercely, almost in a questioning tone.If you observe carefully, you will find that the boy's pupils are erected at this time, like some kind of beast.

In the erect pupils, countless strands of golden threads gather and disperse, appearing and disappearing instantly.

The woman stared at those eyes for a while, then blinked: "You are very talented." She seemed to think of something and shouted: "Better than five years ago."

Five years ago, it seemed to be nothing but a good memory. The moment he heard this word, the boy's face became extremely ferocious. The corners of his mouth twisted to both sides into some kind of cold arc, and a threatening growl came out of his throat.

"Oh, the real murderer." The woman smiled jokingly, her eyes were solid ice, she knelt down and reached out to pinch the boy's chin, and looked at his face, as if admiring some valuable artifact.

The hairy Ivy boy who was being stared at turned his face away fiercely. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and glared at the woman as if he was irritated: "What do you want?"

"The last fierce beast in existence." The woman said this sentence in a simple narrative, and then sighed, as if she was missing something.

But such emotions didn't last long on her face, and soon, a frivolous and ambiguous smile floated on her face.She leaned over, clasping her shoulders and listening to her: "What do you think I want?" She opened and closed her bright red lips against the boy's ears, her tone of voice was soft and ambiguous.

In the next second, the woman backed away like lightning, and Ivy flew out and fell heavily on the wall.

Soon the fine dust and gravel fell down, and the wall began to show small cracks, and then spread rapidly.

Then there was a loud bang, the dust flew up, and the whole room was filled with thick dust.

Leori, who was originally tied to the wall, fell to the ground face to face. For various reasons, he was lucky to avoid the fate of being buried alive by gravel like Ivy.

Kathy, who was almost bitten off by Ivey, looked gloomy, and she quietly slapped the ground into the left jj pocket of Ivey's slap.

Walking slowly to the small collapsed wall, he pulled out the collection he selected.

But obviously that blow was too heavy, the boy just flew out and unfortunately hit his head on the wall, blood was flowing.

When Casey was checking Ivey's injury appraisal and damage status, Leorie next to him groaned softly, as if he was about to wake up.

Seeing the woman's attention being attracted, Ivy tensed up unconsciously: "You really didn't do it?" He hurriedly said, trying to grab the woman's attention back.

"No." Casey, who regretted the slap just now, turned her head, "But I can help you."

"Your conditions." The boy's sharp attitude was like a vigilant cat.

Casey smiled, her red lips curled up, alluring, "No matter what my conditions are, you have no choice."

The atmosphere darkened in an instant, and a deadly silence spread in the room.

"However, I don't mind telling you." The woman who fully controlled the initiative moved closer to the boy's ear...

After easily separating the special ropes on the boy's body, the woman walked out of the cell holding Ivy's collar. Unfortunately, Ivy was only 1.6 meters tall at this time, and he was carried like a chicken along the way.

While avoiding the bodyguards, the boy struggled in various ways, the woman became impatient and threatened ruthlessly, "I'll kiss you if you move around."

"..." The boy was honest.

He kicked open the door of his room, and something happened to be broadcast on the huge electronic display connected to the monitor:

"Maybe we need to find people with special abilities to control those two guys and make them admit that they are murderers?" Reagan asked his subordinates with some hesitation.

"Master, in fact, things don't need to be so troublesome... We just need to kill the master, and nothing will happen. The master is already so old... and the matter of the young master was found out to be a natural death..."

"The two guys who were tied up?"

"Use money to coerce and lure, and then send it back to say that it was tied wrongly and make a public apology. If it can't be done, it's okay to deal with it directly... The second young master is still short of toys—" The voice stopped abruptly.

Turning off the picture on the screen, Casey instructs Ivy to pack his things.

"You said you wanted to help me." Aiwei teenager looked serious.

"Well, I said it." Kathy's fake girl nodded greatly, "So I saved you."

"You—" In the next second, Ivy was knocked down by a nail.

"Thank you." Cassie, who carried Ivy with ease, waved at the long-haired boy outside the window.

"No thanks, just remember to pay." The long-haired boy nodded slightly, turned and walked out.

What a cute beckoning cat...

I really want to raise...

Casey, who was drooling at the back of Yier Fan, looked at the one on his shoulder, oh, this one is also good.

The muscular man in front of him has a special hobby, he likes to cut meat.

But if you define it in detail in front of meat, this hobby is very scary. He likes to cut human flesh.

The man squatted on the ground sharpening the knife very happily, and Leorio waited impatiently for being cut.Well, it was actually painful.

Qingshui slid along the blade and fell to the ground. The man was a little shy and timid for a while, and finally mustered up his courage, "Well, where do you usually like to be cut?"

There was a pair of bright eyes on the man's rough face, watery and full of excitement.

"..." I fmd don't want to be cut at all, not anywhere.

After a long time, there was no answer. The man was a little disappointed, but he still tried to persuade Leorie to cooperate with him: "Well, you also hope that we can all get pleasure from it, don't you?"

"..." Who will kill this man... At the moment Leorie roared in his heart, the man fell down inexplicably.

The meat cleaver fell to the ground and made a metal knocking sound.

The door opened at some point, and I could feel the wind blowing in.

Leorio subconsciously looked towards the door.

The young murderer stood by the door, the wind blowing his long hair.

Leo Li looked at all kinds of misery with a blank face, and there was no emotion in those big eyes.

"Hi..." With difficulty, some voices came from his throat, and Leo Li tried to say hello to Il fans.

Then he saw a male doll in a beautiful kimono appearing silently next to Ilmi.

With neat short hair, straight bangs, and a straight standing posture, the kimono doll's big, dark eyes are dim and difficult to see.

In the next moment, Leorio only saw the back of Yiermi and the raised black hair, without any nostalgia.

Curt holds the fan in his left hand, and the bones of the fan are tightly clasped in his palm.He glanced at Leori who was tied to the wall, moved his feet lightly, and took another slight jump, closely following his elder brother.

"Brother, don't you want to help?" The kimono doll's big cat eyes were indistinguishably dark and silent.

"Just acquaintances."

The night is as cool as water.