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Bai Hemian will never know how much paranoid possessiveness is mixed in Feng Qisong's love for him.

He wouldn't want to know.

Feng Qisong got up in his suit, went outside, lit a cigarette in the cold wind, and inhaled the north wind.

His eyebrows seemed to be frozen by frost: "Qianshan, what did you find out?"

A voice came from the darkness: "Everyone who went has returned, saying that Chen Beidou's third aunt rarely shows up in front of outsiders."

"I haven't seen it much before." Feng Qisong puffed out a puff of smoke, a little spark flickered in his eyes, "But today's facts are strange, there must be something wrong with the people around Chen Beidou."

Qian Shan was silent for a moment: "Second Master, why did you think of arranging our people at the banquet?"

"Hemian is here, I don't worry about how many people there are."

Qian Shan cautiously reminded: "Second Master, you are still in suspended animation."

"Why don't I know that I'm feigning death?" Feng Qisong held the cigarette between his fingers, and exhaled faintly, "Qianshan, do you think I'm using Hemian?"

"Second Master?" Qian Shan was startled suddenly.

Feng Qisong sneered: "I had already arranged someone, but I still let Hemian go to the Chen family... I thought I could protect Hemian, and even if Chen Beidou did something, I could kill him with a single shot."

"...But He Mian almost had an accident."

"Second Lord, it's impossible to prevent the drug administration."

Feng Qisong stomped the cigarette butt under his feet, and gave a faint "hmm": "What do you think He Mian would think?"

"Huh?" Qian Shan was confused, "I think the young master is... very happy."

"If he knows that I have already arranged people in the Chen family in advance, will he think that I deliberately let him go to see Chen Beidou?"

Qian Shan tremblingly said: "No way?"

"...How could the young master have thought of this?"

"Unexpected?" Feng Qisong murmured in a low voice.

The night wind blew Er Ye Feng's words away, and brought one or two nightingale's melodious chants.

On the other side of the closed house, Feng Wobai fell into the bedroom drunkenly, pulled off the quilt and covered him completely.

He stared at the dark ceiling, grinning nervously.

He went to see Chen Beidou.

Feng Wobai raised one arm, shook the crumpled money bag, and listened to the crisp sound of gold, silver and jade colliding, and said to himself: "My good brother, when you die, the money should be mine."

"...Why didn't you give it to me?" Feng Wobai stood up suddenly, and asked the air viciously, "If you left the family property to me, nothing will happen now!"

The cold wind howled outside the window.

Feng Wobai got out of bed in the dark, stuffed the money bag under the pillow, and seemed worried, took it out again, stuffed it into his arms, and looked around furtively.

The Feng family was like a magnificent prison, he was trapped in it, clinking with poverty, but Bai Hemian, who was supposed to marry him, was living a happy life.

Feng Wobai remembered Chen Beidou's words: "Bai Hemian is such a careless young master, it's not easy for you to kill him?"

"What do you want me to do?" Deep down in Feng Wobai's heart, he didn't want Baihe to die. He wanted to see Young Master Bai who chose Feng Qisong regret -- regretting that he didn't choose him back then.

"It's easy to talk to Mr. Feng." Chen Beidou smiled with his hands in his hands.

Feng Wobai pinched the cigarette case in his pocket irritably: "There is no need to be so hypocritical between you and me."

Chen Beidou laughed loudly: "That's right, this is not the first time we have cooperated!"

Feng Wobai turned pale.

"What are you afraid of?" Seeing this, Chen Beidou hooked his shoulders carelessly, "Your eldest brother died, and your second brother went into the coffin without knowing it. Who are you afraid of revealing your secret?"

"My elder brother's death was not mine, you arranged for Miss Wen..." Feng Wobai blurted out.

Chen Beidou watched him struggling in vain with a smile, and then said: "Mr. Feng, you must provide evidence for what you say."

"...I, Chen Beidou, have a family. I don't know Miss Wen."

Feng Lao San was like a chick whose neck was strangled, speechless.

"Don't worry, you do what I say, no one will know that Boss Feng's death has something to do with you." Chen Beidou hit him with a stick and gave him a sweet date, "Did you know? The superiors have assigned you to suppress the bandits." .”

"Assign me?!" Feng Wobai became excited instantly, "How could it be me?...I obviously don't know anything, even if my eldest brother and second brother are dead..."

He suddenly stopped, and looked at Chen Beidou like a ghost: "It's you?!"

"...I remembered, it was like this when my eldest brother died... I was also asked to suppress the bandits, and then my second brother went..." Feng Wobai said the more frightened he was, "Did you take the telegram?"

"It's not me." Chen Beidou watched Feng Wobai go crazy with interest, feeling that the younger generation of the Feng family were too immature.

But don't blame them, who told the elders of the Feng family to die early?

Looking at Feng Wobai, Chen Beidou felt sad for no reason. He thought of his son who was soaked in the water——Chen Yueye was already invisible when he was picked up, but Chen Beidou still recognized him at a glance.

After all, they are their own blood relatives, no matter how disrespectful they are, they still care.

In the near future, like Chen Yueye, the last son of the Feng family will rot and stink in the dirty pond, turning into a piece of rotten meat, which will then be scooped up and piled up in the cold morgue.

But this emotion only appeared for a moment, and soon, Chen Beidou wanted to laugh again, because Feng Wobai actually begged him.

"I don't want to suppress the bandits." Feng Lao San's expression was distorted by panic, just like many years ago, "Deputy Commander Chen, save me!"

"You don't have an older brother to send you to your death." Chen Beidou stroked his head like an obedient dog, "What should I do?"

Feng Wobai tremblingly asked: "What should I do?"

"If you don't want to die..." Chen Beidou deliberately paused, seeing him looking up at him humbly, his self-esteem was greatly satisfied, "It's not impossible."

"...There are my people among the horse bandits, you just need to take the troops to the mountain and pretend."

"Really?" Feng Wobai hesitated.

Chen Beidou didn't give him a guarantee: "Guns have no eyes, I can't keep you alive. But Mr. Feng, you have to think about it. If I don't help you to say hello to the horse bandits in advance, the guns will all be destroyed." greeted you."

Feng Wobai gritted his teeth, knowing that he had no other choice: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"...What price do you want me to pay?"

"Feng Sanye is refreshing!" Chen Beidou clapped his hands twice, and slowly swayed in front of him, "But you have already given me the lives of two brothers, what else do I want?"

The surface of the cypress is like gold paper, crumbling.

Chen Beidou chuckled secretly, "Trash", and said again: "But I don't want to order anything, Mr. Feng probably won't dare to do this business with me."

"You want the property of the Feng family?" Feng Wobai was not yet stupid, he smiled bitterly, "You don't know about my second brother leaving the family property to Bai Hemian, do you?"

"Of course I know." The old god Chen Beidou was there, "but he is an outsider after all."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Feng Sanye, you are the only heir of the Feng family, so it's not difficult to find a letter of divorce that Feng Qisong left before his death, right?" Chen Beidou pointed, "If you find it, then Young Master Bai will think about it." Staying in Feng's house is shameless!"

Feng Wobai suddenly realized.

"I don't want much, just one-third of the Feng family's property and Young Master Bai." Chen Beidou was relieved to see that he understood what he meant, "Master Feng, I know that Bai Hemian had a marriage contract with you , but how easy is it to find a beautiful man? As long as you come back from the mountain alive, wipe out the bandits, and gain fame, why worry about not marrying a beautiful woman?"

Feng Wobai was moved. It's not that he didn't know that Chen Beidou had evil intentions, but he couldn't stand the exposure of his secret.

Feng Qingzhu's death was related to him.

This secret became a curse, tormenting him for as long as he lived in this world.The cowardly Feng Wobai not only does not hate his real enemy Chen Beidou, he is also tortured into a good-for-nothing third master who covets life and fears death, sells his brother for glory.

He didn't want to avenge his brothers, and he didn't care about the Feng family's reputation for many years. He just wanted to live in a daze for decades, and bring the secret of killing his elder brother into the coffin.

No, he convulsed with terror.

He didn't dare to die, for fear of seeing his dead elder brother after death and suffering from thousands of cuts.

He wants to live, live longer than anyone else.

Feng Wobai felt that he was half successful.

Feng Qisong was already dead, the mountain that had weighed on his heart for many years had fallen, why should he be afraid of leaving Bai Hemian behind?

Feng Laosan, who regained his thoughts, lay back on the bed, happily holding the money bag—this was the "deposit" Chen Beidou gave him in order to show his sincerity.

Feng Wobai deluded himself to think that if the second brother left the family property to himself, he would definitely not cooperate with Chen Beidou again.

He will avenge his eldest brother, using the remaining strength of the Feng family.

The reason why it became the current situation was not his fault, Feng Wobai, but the fault of Feng Qisong who was killed in the bombing.

"Brother, if you want to blame, you can blame the second brother." Feng Wobai murmured in a low voice, "Who told him to rob my wife and not give me the property?"

"...You deserve it, you all deserve it!" Feng Laosan laughed maniacally as if in a daze, he clamped the quilt with his legs, rolled sideways into the bed, his forehead suddenly hit the cold gun barrel.

Feng Wobai froze in a daze, and didn't move for several minutes.

He met a pair of dark pupils.

Those eyes smiled at him.

Feng Wobai only felt dizzy, his heart was beating like a drum, and his ears were filled with the noise of the wind, as if he had returned to the night when Feng Qingzhu died many years ago, he hid in the corner of the room, crying loudly in fear and regret.

When Feng Qingzhu came back, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

The eldest brother came to seek revenge on him.

"My dear brother," Feng Qisong lay down on Feng Wobai's bed at some point, pointing a gun at his forehead, "tell brother, what have you and Chen Beidou planned?"

Second Master Feng slowly sat up from the bed, took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the muzzle of the gun slowly.

Feng Wobai, who colluded with Chen Beidou, is dirty.

He was calm to the point of coldness, as if the trembling in front of him was not his own brother, but a bedbug that kept secreting disgusting liquid.

"Brother..." The frightened Feng Wobai had completely lost his mind, he screamed while clutching the money bag, "Brother!"

Feng Qisong's eyes froze.

"Big Brother...Big Brother, you are back..." Feng Wobai cried and laughed and went crazy, "You came to find me, after all, you came back to find me!"