Chasing brother for thousands of miles

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So Wen Nianyuan looked deeply, deeply into Qi Xian's eyes, trying to find some clues related to himself from those dark eyes.

His figure was reflected in Qixian's pupils as black as lacquer, as if he was looking back at himself, and beyond that, there was nothingness as far-reaching and boundless as the sky.

"Don't look at me like that, it will make me think that you want to eat me up." Qi Xian frowned lightly, and with a forceful palm on Wen Nianyuan's forehead, he turned his face to one side.

Wen Nianyuan's heart moved, and he couldn't help saying silently, "I really want to eat you, but I found out sadly and soberly that Qi Xian's so-called eating is eating in the real sense, not the infinite style in his imagination." eat".

Stretching out his hand to carefully adjust Qixian's collar, Wen Nianyuan took a deep breath, took a step back, and returned to a safer distance for them, "Since this matter is over, let's not stay."

He didn't directly say that he wants this person to go home with him. Obviously, this will only speed up the escape of the person in front of him. Maybe he should use the method of dripping water to penetrate stones, and coax people to change their minds bit by bit.

Wait, the word "coax" doesn't seem right...

Qixian didn't answer immediately, she lowered her head for a moment of thought, then shook her head, "Before that, I want to meet someone first."

"That little fat guy from the Chen family?"

"not him."

Wen Nianyuan suddenly felt alarm bells ringing in his heart, why, Qi Xian actually has other acquaintances in Jinguan City?This look of being in love with each other before leaving, can't it be someone with emotional entanglements?Could it be a confidante?

The more he thought about it, the more dangerous he felt, and he couldn't help saying firmly, "I'll go with you!"

Probably surprised by his sudden and inexplicable tone, Qixian raised her eyes and glanced at him, said indifferently: "It's up to you."

Wen Nianyuan realized that he had thought too much when he met the person Qi Xian wanted to meet. Although the other party was a girl, she had nothing to do with her confidante and sweetheart.

This is a house that can barely shelter from the wind and rain. The mottled walls and almost no furniture can make people understand the situation of the owner of the house, the bottom of the bottom of society.

As soon as he walked in, Wen Nianyuan could smell the smell of medicine all over the room. He might be a bit insincere when he said the fragrance, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine that has been accumulated for many years, mixed with stale smell, can be said to be disgusting.

He was in a trance for a moment, thinking that he had returned to his childhood - when Wen Nianyuan was young, his body was really not strong, and he was not suitable for martial arts, and he had to drink bitter concoction every three days.

But he has always known that he will not die, not only will he not die, but he will only get better day by day.Because his parents and relatives are so tight to him, doting on him, and protecting him carefully.

However, the girl lying on the hospital bed in front of her seemed to be dying, and it was hard to bear to look directly at her.

She was as thin as a stick, with a sickly yellow complexion, large and lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the roof, slightly parted lips, breathing rapidly, as if she would die if she didn't take a breath.

It has probably been several days since no one came to clean it. The bed she was lying on had a lot of stains on it, but Qi Xian seemed to have never seen it. She sat sideways on the side of the bed, pulled out the little girl's wrist without saying a word, and put it on the bed. on her veins.

The little girl rolled her eyes with difficulty, and landed on the two strangers who came in dully. After a long time, she finally said, "Dad...Dad..."

No one told her that her father, Geng Zhengxiang, who would take care of her in every possible way, is currently squatting in the prison, waiting to die, because he killed another child in order to save her.

Wen Nianyuan looked at Qixian, Qixian fell into deep thought, and after a while, silently stuffed the little girl's arms back into the quilt that was not very warm, and left the room without saying a word.

"Qingtong." The young master in white stood on the dirty muddy ground, but he still seemed to be unstained. He ordered the people who followed him, "You take the silver and go invite an honest and kind servant woman to take care of it. This girl's diet."

Tsing Yi flashed lightly, and took the order to leave.

"Her illness can't be cured?" Wen Nianyuan followed, looking at the figure who was going away, but asked the people around him.

Qixian's expression remained the same, "If someone is watching, you can't die—and you can't get better." This kind of disease can only be afforded by wealthy families, and they can only hang their lives with money.

"So do you feel sorry for that coachman? For his daughter?"

"No." Looking back at the dilapidated house, Qi Xian's eyes were cold, "He is hateful."

Afterwards, the two of them didn't speak any more, and Qi Xian went to the house of the gangster Zhao Ping. His family's population was also very simple, leaving only a blind old lady.

According to the neighbors, it was because his son did not learn well and was addicted to gambling and bullying all day long, so he cried blind.The old lady was old and gray at the temples, and she climbed the door frame mournfully waiting for her son to come back.

She already knew that her son was about to be beheaded, and if she hadn't been blind from crying, she might have cried again—even though Zhao Ping had never cared about her blind mother, except when she asked for her coffin.

"Supplied? It would be nice if the scoundrel didn't fry up my mother's two bones! Except when I was short of money, I usually don't remember that I have a mother!"

Aunt Wang, the neighbor, spoke to Qi Xian and Wen Nianyuan angrily, and peeked at Qi Xian from time to time, two blushes flew up on her cheeks, it was too obvious, fortunately Qi Xian still had a refreshing attitude.

"This time I finally went to prison. To put it bluntly, I should really recite the Buddha's name. Let me tell you, if there is no son who comes to ask for money every now and then, the aunt can live a few more years."

Compared to Geng Zhengxiang, Zhao Ping is an even more heartless, heartless, moral and unscrupulous villain, making people feel that life would be better than death, so Wen Nianyuan didn't need to ask Qi Xian if he sympathized with those kidnappers.

He knew this man but made a difference, it must not be because of these reasons.

Wen Nianyuan took the initiative to pay some money, and asked the neighbors to take care of the aunt.

He understood that maybe Qi Xian would not leave Jinguan City for a while, when he asked the other party, the man said flatly: "I was thinking, Cui Youde said, he was wronged."

With Steward Cui's acting skills, he is absolutely good on stage and singing, he will call for injustice no matter whether he is wronged or not.

However, Qixian laughed ironically, and suddenly said: "Kidnapping, the three of them undoubtedly did it; but killing, I think now, they may really be wronged."

Ning Xiumao, whose origin is unknown, once sent Qingtong to say that the matter of staying away from the Chen family was deep.

But none of these three people had anything to do with the depth of the water, and they couldn't reach them.

What's more, before digging up the body, they all kept saying that Chen Yingxiang fell to his death - of course, criminals would make such an excuse, but they never felt guilty or panicked until they started digging under the cliff.

Obviously, they didn't expect the body to turn out like that, so they were all shocked afterwards.

Wen Nianyuan was a little confused for a moment, "Then you..."

"If they hadn't kidnapped Chen Yingxiang, he might not have died. I thought, since they have the guts to do evil, it wouldn't matter if they were charged with another crime." He said slowly, with every word implying murderous intentions, "If the wicked are punished, the world will only Clap your hands and cheer, who cares about the little details."

"But—but this is not the justice the dead want!"