Lord

Cen Zhuo had a dream. In the dream, his parents, older brothers and sisters, and him were eating rice soup together. A steaming cauldron was placed in the middle of the table, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Zhuyeliang," he called to the kitchen, "it's not your place to come here again!"

Amidst the heat rising from the rice soup, a figure walked over, not a skeleton, but hazy, wiping his hands with an apron, and said in a dry and cold voice: "If I don't accompany you, I won't even eat."

Cen Zhuo raised his hand and hooked his neck: "That's right, it tastes better if you eat it."

At the table, the brothers and sisters laughed briskly...

Slowly opened his eyes, seeing the snow-white ceiling, a row of seven or eight nutrient injection bottles, and the beeping of medical equipment, Cen Zhuo tried to sit up, and when he moved, the person beside the bed suddenly woke up.

Cen Zhuo looked at him, a man with disheveled hair, a high-end suit thrown aside, shirt cuffs rolled up to the elbows, a pair of dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were burning: "Xiao Zhuo!"

"Brother..." Cen Zhuo couldn't believe it, it was really his brother, Cen Mo who had been missing for ten years.

Yuze's eye sockets were bloodshot, scary red: "It's me," he stood up abruptly, and called out to the door, "Hurry up, bring it in!"

The younger brother brought a plate of peaches cut into small pieces, inserted with a toothpick, and Yuzawa fed him with trembling hands: "Xiao Zhuo, you said you want to eat."

Cen Zhuo couldn't remember the dying words, the water in his eyes flickered, and he opened his mouth.

Taozi was iced carefully, rubbed the tip of his tongue, it was fragrant and sweet, and tears flowed down. He quickly blocked his arm full of needles, Yuzawa frowned tightly, and rubbed his hair hesitantly: " It’s my brother’s fault.”

21 years old, the president of Jialantang, he is a big man, but in front of his brother, Cen Zhuo cried like a child: "Brother, where have you been? After so many years...why didn't you come to me!"

Yuzawa held his hand so hard that his heart was about to break. That morning, the gunfire shattered the glass in the slum, the noodle soup was spilled all over the floor, the sister's waist was broken on the chair, the parents did not have a whole body, and Cen Zhuo fell in a pool of blood with a broken arm, making people think he was dead.

Only Yuzawa, who was shaken to the door by the shock wave, saw the instigator of all this under the collapsed masonry, a dark yellow assembled skeleton wielding two axes.

He desperately chased after it, braved the gunfire and climbed onto its back. Amidst the terrible stray bullets and in the cold air, he clawed at it until all ten fingernails were gone, and he was dragged into the wandering south. After entering the customs, he joined the Beifu rudder of the Xuanwu branch of the Lion Hall and became a royal master.

"I avenged my parents and my sister," Yuze said, with a solemn mouth, "That guy died worse than them, not only him, but all the people who participated in the firefight that day, no matter men or women, there was no one left. "

These things can be said in a few words, but from a vagrant to the overlord of the world, a young man pursues the murderer, endures, and takes revenge alone. Only Yuze knows how much heartache and blood and tears there are in the process.

Cen Zhuo nodded with tears in his eyes: "Brother, you have suffered..."

Yuzawa comforted him: "In this era, no one is born without suffering."

Cen Zhuo tremblingly grabbed his hand.

Yuze held him back and whispered, "Xiao Zhuo, if I knew it was you..."

If he had known earlier, he would have given him half of the country, even if it was to cancel the dyeing society and change its name to Jialantang, as long as he could get this younger brother, he would not hesitate.

But why, he didn't know the truth until the last moment?

Because of Mount Sumeru, the omniscient and insightful "artifact", it forbids anyone to mention Cen Zhuo's name in Jianghan, even though it has foreseen this future.

"Why?" Cen Zhuo was in a coma all day and night, Yuze asked him.

Xumishan's black heart slowly spun: "I have my reasons."

"You know very well," Yuzawa glared at it angrily, "he will be shot in front of my eyes, and I will stand in front of you right now and question all of this!"

"I know," Xumishan said calmly, "I 'see', not only at this moment, but also in the future for a long time."

"In the future...my brother, how is he?"

"Why don't you ask yourself first?"

Yuze brushed his hair impatiently: "From the moment we reunited, I have lost myself, I owe him, in the past ten years, he has been covered with injuries, and I pushed the most precious relative to the edge of the cliff with my own hands. "

"That's your fate."

"I own you to change my life against the sky!"

Xu Mishan smiled like a real person: "You can't be too greedy, Yuzawa, you can only choose one, Tianxia and younger brother."

Yuzawa didn't think for long, and said, "Brother."

Mount Xumi was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Now, he has a younger brother, his heart is beating vigorously, his blood pressure is 80/120, his palms are warm, "Little Zhuo," Yuze said as he lifted Cen Zhuo's slightly longer hair, "I will spend my whole life making up for you and giving you the best." Yes, make you happier than anyone else."

Happiness, Cen Zhuo looked at him blankly, without Zhui Yeliang, would it be possible for him to be happy?

Yuze understood the loneliness in his eyes: "Those who lied to you, brother will make them pay the price, the first one is Peony Lion..."

Hearing those words, Cen Zhuo hurriedly raised his hand. He was afraid of hearing it, and his heart throbbed when he heard it. Yuze secretly clenched his fist when he saw the heartbeat and blood pressure values ​​on the instrument.

"Brother, you've heard of Man..." Mandala, Cen Zhuo wanted to slap himself for a moment. He had already abandoned him, but he still remembered what they lied to him. He was really cheap and stupid .

Yuzawa frowned: "Man what?"

Cen Zhuo lowered his eyes: "It's nothing."

But Yuze was not at ease. He was afraid that his only brother would blame him, or he was a little nervous. He pressed the beeper continuously, and the door was pushed open, and a heavily tied man was brought in. It was the bloody Ding Huanliang.

The moment the four eyes met, Cen Zhuo was indifferent, Ding Huanliang was humiliated, but in just one day and night, the roles were reversed, and the world was turned upside down.

Tang Ze walked up, raised his hand, and slapped Ding Huanliang. The corner of his mouth was broken, and he twisted his neck and clenched his teeth.

For a moment, Ding Huanliang thought of the assassin outside the west gate of the headquarters building, the starting point of his and He Feifan's fortunes, a skeleton wielding a long axe, he split its head, and there was a young man in his early twenties in the royal cabin. He has a heroic face, his facial features are somewhat similar to Cen Zhuo's.

At that time, he was surprised, how the assassins of the Lion Hall could enter Jianghan and infiltrate into the core layer in a grand manner. It turned out that it was only because he resembled Cen Zhuo, even if it was only a little bit.

Ding Huanliang's face was hot, and Ding Huanliang couldn't say a word, because he knew that he was just a dog raised by Yuze, not even a hair of Cen Zhuo.

So he hates, hates the teasing by chance, hates the injustice of fate.

Seeing his flushed eyes, Cen Zhuo sighed slightly: "Brother, forget it, let him go out."

Hearing this, Ding Huanliang stared angrily, his red eyes seemed to be dripping blood, Cen Zhuo was pitying him, pity is the contempt of the winner for the loser, and the most ruthless trampling on all his efforts.

He tightened his body, and with a sharp insidiousness, in this room belonging to Yuzawa, he tortured Cen Zhuo: "President, at this point, the instigator is not me, nor you who gave the order." .”

Yuzawa raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

Cen Zhuo stared at Ding Huanliang, his thin cheeks were pale.

"Who used Jialantang to enter the customs quietly, who tricked Jialantang into the fierce ghost city, and who exchanged the prince for the civet cat and rescued Bai Ruer?"

It is the scarlet peony lion.

Yuze thought of the guy in the video, violent and cruel, with the lights on like fire, "When I get to Jianghan, if I find that Cen Zhuo is missing a hair," he threatened, "The whole dyeing house will be buried with him!"

Yuze suddenly realizes that the relationship between Peony Lion and Cen Zhuo is not that simple, his only younger brother may be played by his most hated enemy like an ignorant woman.

"That Zhuyeliang," Yuze asked Cen Zhuo, "what kind of person is he?"

What kind of person... Cen Zhuo smiled wryly, there was no such person at all, he showed a heartbroken expression, the person he loved was just a pile of cold metal, never existed.

Up to now, he still wanted to hide it for him, Yu Ze was furious, and shouted at Ding Huanliang: "Get out!"

"President," Ding Huanliang was not overwhelmed by his anger, "I have one last question to ask."

Yuzawa said in a deep voice, "What else do you want to ask?"

Ding Huanliang turned to Cen Zhuo: "Did Si Jie release you from the temporary cell?"

Yuzawa was surprised.

"What was that sentence he said in your ear before he left?"

Cen Zhuo was taken aback: "He... didn't say anything."

Ding Huanliang narrowed his eyes.

In fact, Si Jie said, he said: If you want to die, just go out of this room, the guards in the corridor have the right to shoot the fugitive directly, the door is open.

"Si Jie?" Yu Ze paced by the bed.

Ding Huanliang nodded: "I suspect that he used equipment to interfere with the password lock encryption. He is the undercover agent we have been looking for."

Yu Ze thought for a while: "Si Jie is not stupid. He knows that Xiao Zhuo will die if he leaves that room. He has seen the video sent by Cheng Sha. If he is an undercover agent, he should save people for Peony Lion instead of killing people."

If the undercover agent knew he couldn't save anyone, Ding Huanliang asked silently, would he keep such a key hostage as Cen Zhuo to threaten the safety of Peony Lion?

But Yu Ze didn't give him a chance to speak, and was pushed out of that door. Ding Huanliang knew that the president's own brother was riddled with holes in his hands, and he would be kicked out of the core layer again. There is no hope of turning over.

Yuze fed Cen Zhuo mouthfuls of peaches, and returned to the office after he fell asleep.Sitting in that position overlooking the world, he fell into deep thought. Cen Zhuo's injury was not only on his body, but also on his heart. The person who hurt him was Zhu Yeliang.

When he thought of this, he was furious, but more, he was worried as a brother, maybe a little impulsive, he pressed the communicator: "Call me Dai Chonglai."

After waiting for almost an hour, Yuzawa had no choice but to wait for a lazy knock on the door. That guy is like this, and he can't even knock on the door of the president's office.

A tall boy came in, eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of mutated blue eyes, wearing a regular white shirt, but he couldn't suppress the wildness on his body, black brows, raised chin, and lean waist, every one The details are written with the word "prodigal son".

This is an aggressive handsome, Yuzawa has to admit that no one can resist his charm.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Dai Chong didn't salute, and without waiting for Yuze to invite, he pulled the chair opposite him and sat down. "I'm off work, and I've already driven out."

"I'm looking for you, why so much nonsense," Yuzawa kicked him, "It's my second secretary anyway, it's fine if I don't see anyone in meetings, I'll come to you once in my life, and you'll fucking complain to me."

Dai Chong smiled, not taking it seriously, but not annoying: "Brother, talk about something."

Yuze looked at him, thinking about how to say: "How are you with your girlfriend?"

"Divided." Dai Chong spread his hands and shrugged.

Yuzawa leaned forward: "Break up again?"

"Women," Dai Chong played with the cobblestone ornaments on Yuzawa's table, "It's so annoying to babble at the slightest bit of dissatisfaction."

The ghost card Dai Chong, the second-ranked skeleton master in the dyeing company, became famous as a young man, and all the boys in Jianghan were drawn out. As far as he can eat well among the women, he takes the second place, and no one dares to take the number one.

"Oh..." Yuzawa leaned back on the chair, pretending to be casual, "Hey, my brother is back, you know?"

Dai Chong nodded: "I heard, brother?"

Yuzawa looked at his shoulders, jaw, and wrist, very sexy: "My dear."

"Closer than me?" Dai Chong blinked his blue eyes at him.

"You?" Yuzawa sneered, "My brother is better than you in terms of figure, appearance, and personality."

"Blow it up," Dai Chong pouted, "I'll see you someday."

"You said it," Yuzawa crossed his fingers on the table and looked at him seriously, "I'll take you there now."

Dai Chong finally heard something was wrong, leaned back and licked his lips: "Brother, why do I feel that you are here to set me up?"

"My younger brother..." Yu Ze couldn't speak, and said very cryptically, "I suffered a little from others... I have nothing to do, please help me."

Dai Chong raised one eyebrow, this "coaxing" is worse than listening: "Brother, you know me, if it's a woman, I can coax you in any way, but for a man, I can't use my strength."

Even if he has this ability, he refuses clearly without making people angry, "See you first," Yu Ze advised, "Make friends, if he doesn't like you, forget it."

"Fuck," Dai Chong laughed, "who can look down on me, I'm blind."

Yuzawa also smiled: "Do you know who hurt him?"

Dai Chong shook his head, not interested.

Yuzawa spit out four words leisurely: "Peony Lion."

Dai Chong was stunned and stunned.

"Peony Lion wants to wash Jianghan with blood for him," Yuzawa said, "How do you think you are better than Peony Lion?"

Dai Chong retracted his arrogance obediently, without saying a word.

Yuze returned to chess and said, "That's why I said, my brother may not be able to take a fancy to you."