It's hard to be a prodigal

The moonlight was thick, and while talking and laughing, a black shadow flashed outside the window. Then, the wooden window shattered, and three or four black-clothed killers broke into the inner room one after another. In a flash, the sharp blade was already on Boss Jane's neck.

The sudden change caught Jiang Zong by surprise, he touched his sleeves, and his heart trembled, it was broken, and there was still 500 taels of silver bills left to spend.

The moment the killer was about to touch Jiang Zong, a figure blew wind and stood firmly in front of Jiang Zong. Le Lian held Jiang Zong with one hand, and held four dice between the five fingers of his right hand. A dice was dug deeply into the mouth in black, and only a choking sound was heard. The man in black covered his throat with his hands, his face flushed, and he fell to the ground struggling and writhing.

At the same time, there was a crisp sound, and the sharp blade on Boss Jane's neck was suddenly opened by a dice.

"Good boy." Jiang Zong pressed Lelian's hand in a mess, pushed Boss Jian out of the inner room, and said in a low voice, "You bring your guards, get out of here quickly."

This young man cared about others first, regardless of his own safety, Jian Lai was very moved, he glanced at Jiang Zong appreciatively, and silently memorized the name.

A wealthy businessman like Boss Jane is indeed worthy of his guards. After a few moments of chaos, he rushed up to the second floor, protecting Boss Jane and quickly retreating.

"Come here." Le Lian grabbed Jiang Zong's wrist, dragged him down the wooden ladder, waved his hand in the air, and the four dice shot out quickly, deep into the eyebrows of the four killers, their heads exploded, blood splashed everywhere, Le Lian fell On the gambling table, he got up slowly, and the moment he landed, the blood-stained silver bills and copper coins splashed all over the ground, clanging.

The Golden Tooth Casino was surrounded by people, and the leader was the middle-aged man Meng Wu.

Jiang Zong knew that Meng Wu in his previous life had rebelled against Boss Jian, and planned to steal Boss Jian's contacts and become his own boss, but Boss Jian did it himself. It's not surprising that it happened sooner or later.

Le Lian held the blood-red knife in one hand, and held four dice between his left fingers, with a cold and unapproachable aura.

Unexpectedly, this little boy's kung fu is already quite good, and he shouldn't be rescued when he meets those robbers, hehe.Jiang Zong stroked his chin and looked at Le Lian. He was wearing a dark blue coat, and his neatly tied hair was blowing in the wind.

Many men in black scattered to chase after Boss Jian, while Meng Wu rushed towards Jiang Zong himself. Today he had fallen in love with Jiang Zong, and he ate a turtle in front of the beauty. He was angry and stared at Jiang Zong's face. His eyes are like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb, and he threatens in a low voice with a half-smile:

"Today, I must strip you off, you unruly beauty, and throw her into the dirtiest kiln to fuck for three days and three nights."

"You dare." Le Lian backhanded four dice and slammed back the four people behind him, turning back and slashing away Meng Wu's hand that was about to grab Jiang Zong. The two sharp weapons collided, but Meng Wu accidentally missed the blade , suddenly slid past Jiang Zong's body, a hole was cut in the black silk white shirt, and a blood-oozing scar was imprinted on the collarbone, making the crane at the neckline blood red.

Jiang Zong took a few steps back, slammed his back against the wall, took a deep breath while clutching the sharp wound on his collarbone, glanced at the blood on his fingers, and roared so furiously that he almost broke his voice: "You fucking bastard! Damn dare to cut me?!"

Le Lian's eyes were tearing apart, and he immediately switched to holding the knife with one hand. His bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at Meng Wu. With force, Meng Wu was thrown five steps away.

Meng Wu wailed, clutching his wounded lungs and stumbling out of the casino.

Le Lian hurriedly dragged Jiang Zong to his side, and panickedly helped him hold the wound on his collarbone to stop the bleeding, his white lips trembling slightly, he kept asking, "Brother Zong, is there something wrong with Brother Zong?"

"Fucking, it hurts me to death." Jiang Zong gritted his teeth and dragged Le Lian out, "Let's go! Bring me back some of that dog's offal, if I don't kill him today, I won't be fucking Jiang. "

Meng Wu had just endured Le Lian's fierce knife that poured his whole body's internal strength, and his bones were buzzing and trembling, and he fled limping. When he fled to an alley, there was a soft sound of small objects smashing on the ground at his feet. .

He lowered his head tremblingly, and there was a dice quietly at his feet.

Looking up again, Lelian's cold, blood-red blade was already resting on his neck.

-

Meng Wu was captured, and the other men in black scattered like birds and beasts. The gamblers in the gambling house had already scattered and fled without seeing anyone. Le Lian leaned outside the private room on the second floor, leaning against the wall quietly, listening to the heart-piercing words in the private room. howl of pain.

"..." Le Lian was worried, pushed open the door and walked in, a strong stench filled the whole room.

There was no candle in the room, and under the window sill, Jiang Zong leaned against the beautiful woman, dressed in the cold moonlight, white clothes stained with blood, with one leg crossed, blood-splattered brocade boots stepped on Meng Wu's face, and Meng Wu fell on the ground. On the ground, filth was dripping sparsely from under the hem of his clothes, almost inhuman.

Jiang Zong rested his chin on one hand, and Chao Lelian lightly raised one hand in a satisfied manner. There was a piece of something between his index finger and thumb, which was still dripping blood.

Looking carefully, it was a bloody finger.

A drop of blood dripped down Jiang Zong's snow-white and beautiful cheeks, and splashed on the crane embroidered pattern on the hem of his clothes.Under the dripping moonlight, there seems to be a demon coming from the heavenly palace and fairyland.

Le Lian stared blankly at Jiang Zong, couldn't help but took two steps back, he had never seen that cruel look in his eyes.

In his previous life, Jiang Zong was already 39 years old. He had been reborn as the young master of the Jiang family and became a ruthless businessman.He only cares about cold things, money, land deeds; he doesn't care about hot things, love, and people's hearts.

Jiang Zong threw away the bloody finger, stretched the cloth towel to wipe his hands clean, got up and walked a few steps quickly, holding Le Lian's face with both hands, looking at his slightly frightened eyes.

"Le Lian, in your previous life you saw me killing people with the same expression. You scolded me cruelly and ruthlessly. You are such a gentleman, you scolded me for a long time that day." Jiang Zong frowned and smiled, "In your previous life you Really... really hate me, you hate everything I do."

Le Lian didn't know when the last life he was talking about was. He took a breath and said earnestly, "I never hated you, Brother Zong."

Jiang Zong was stunned.

Le Lian looked at a scar on Jiang Zong's collarbone guiltily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry. Next time there is danger, you can stay closer to me so you won't get hurt."

Jiang Zong asked him: "Today's gamble, are you out for a thousand?"

Le Lian pursed his lips, and said a little embarrassed: "Yes. My mother is the thousand king of the brothel. She said that she was the famous "Ghost Ji Sacred Hand" in Jinzhou 18 years ago. She taught me since I was a child, and today is the first time to use it."

Jiang Zong had heard of this name when he was a child, the ghost concubine sage "Thousand Days Red", it was indeed very popular back then, but it's a pity that Jiang Zong was still a hairless man, and he had no intersection with that little lady. Later, I heard that she climbed a high branch, and her face was ruined after giving birth, and she did not escape the fate of withering after all.

Jiang Zong didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

In the previous life, Le Lian had lost to him the entire grain business, but what they played was just the simplest bet on size.

"You deliberately lost me?" Jiang Zong silently looked at this youthful young man who was even younger than his previous life, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he grabbed Le Lian's shoulders in disbelief, "Why?"

Lelian looked at him blankly.

Jiang Zong took a deep breath in his heart.In his previous life, he tried his best to frame Le Lian again and again, and finally brought him down, except for a thorn in his heart.

He still remembered the way Lelian looked at him at that time, the helplessness he had never seen in those eyes, there was no anger, only bottomless sadness.

The temperature of the boy remaining in his waist was still there, Jiang Zong had to recall his past life when Le Lian rescued him from the robbers, with his strong forearm tightly wrapped around his waist, holding a knife in one hand, stern and intimidating , but his hands gently rubbed his painful belly from being kicked by the bandit head.

Jiang Zong suddenly hugged Le Lian, clasped his arms tightly, stroked Le Lian's back with both hands, and asked him in a stern voice, "Why?"

Le Lian raised his clear eyes: "Because I want you to win, Brother Zong."

"Shut up." Jiang Zong took Le Lian's face and bit his lips hard, pushed him against the wall, sucked his lips and tongue, then followed his chin to the earlobe, bit the earlobe sorely and then kissed his neck.

Lelian raised his neck slightly, panting softly.

Jiang Zong let out his anger, buried his head in Le Lian's shoulder, choked up and said, "Don't say you liked me in your previous life, this is disgusting, Le Lian, Le Lian, Le Lian, this is really disgusting..."

If Le Lian had had half affection for him, Jiang Zong would not have used vicious means to fight him to the death.

Le Lian touched Jiang Zong's back with both hands, and asked him in surprise, "Brother Zong...know me in your last life?"

Jiang Zong raised his wet eyelashes: "Yeah, I can't think of it."

Lelian's tone was gentle: "Then I will definitely treat you very well in my previous life."

"No...you were a bastard in your previous life." Jiang Zong put his forehead on Lelian's shoulder and smiled wryly, "I don't believe it."

In her previous life, Le Lian never gave him a gentle look, or even gave Jiang Zong any chance to fantasize. There were only endless fights and intrigues between them.

Le Lian did this well, knowing that he couldn't take responsibility, so he simply didn't touch it at all.

Or maybe, that man once loved him.

-

Boss Jian sent someone to capture Meng Wu, who was tortured by Jiang Zong to the last breath, and was brought back by Jian Lai's guards.

The two had a casual meal, and Jiang Zong was absent-minded along the way, without the cheerful appearance of the day, with melancholy eyes and many thoughts.

He tried his best to recall the details of his relationship with Le Lian in his previous life, hoping to find a few warm memories, which would at least make him less disturbed and make sure that he could owe Le Lian everything.

He tried hard to think back, but everything he did was barking his teeth at Xiang Lelian, provoking him with fierce and tricky provocations, fighting with the man who was accustomed to silence, and then rubbing shoulders with him pretending to be complacent. And pass.

Injure the enemy one thousand, and self-injury eight thousand.

Le Lian followed Jiang Zong silently, tried to get close to him several times but was avoided by him, felt a little chilled, pursed his lips and recalled how he offended Jiang Zong today and made him so worried.

His heart was up and down, like an animal being tied up and waiting to be slaughtered. There was a knife on his neck that went up and down but didn't come down for a long time, so he had to stretch his body with high tension all the time, waiting for that moment. With one knife down, give yourself a break.

He just wanted to be closer to Jiang Zong. Jiang Zong was like a star in the sky. He climbed up a hundred feet of dangerous buildings and tiptoed to pick it up.

Entering Jinshuishan's narrow and dark residence, the door shuts and there is no light. Le Lian's body tightens, and Jiang Zong seems to hug him tightly. The two of them hugged each other and rolled onto the bed in the dark, their lips and tongues touching, a trace of saliva running smoothly The corners of Zhuo Lelian's lips slipped to his chin, and the sound of body fluid was clearly audible in the silent room.

The belt seemed to be loose, and it was pulled out and thrown away, and then the already swollen lower body was held by the soft mouth.

The shocking, unprecedented and unspeakable strange feeling was like ants crawling across the apex of the heart, and the tingling numbness ran to the limbs and bones.

"Zong, Zong brother!"

giving him a mouth.