soulful game

"Affectionate Game"

Author: Xiangu Xianyu

Introduction

There are sugar, knives, meat, mysteries, and mainly a lot of teasing!

This is a story in which the early stage is too high to climb, but the later stage is too high to be attacked. ...Shen Qing still doesn't know what the origin of this little yogi named Ji is, he has an intuition that this person is not simple.After repeatedly torturing him into a dog, this person actually kept saying that he would protect him from the knife for him.It wasn't until he lost his true heart that he suddenly realized that it was just a game.It turned out that this person was beyond his reach.

...The first part of [Game Series Trilogy] by Xiangu Xianyu.Mysterious Almighty Yogi Gong x Cool Underworld Queen Shou.

funeral

Shen Qingshang leaned on the pew in the church, closed his eyes and listened expressionlessly.A little sunlight leaked from the long window of the cathedral, shining on his face, which turned slightly pale.Two obscene male voices came from the bug——

"Just him? A rabbit who stretches his legs and sells his ass under a man. If it weren't for Heishi's accident in the United States this time, he would be the one to take this seat?"

"What's the matter, you're not convinced, Lao Li? Why don't you stick your ass tomorrow, and see if it's your turn to take the big brother's seat next year?"

"Oh, don't bury me, most people really don't have his coquettish energy. Hahahaha..."

Shen Qingshang moved his fingers and changed the channel.

"Master Zhao, do you think Heishi was killed by him?"

There was no word.

It's a prudent one, let's save this life.

"I think it's him! Otherwise, how come Blackstone has traded with the Americans so many times without incident, but as soon as this kid followed, the American police received the news? It must be the news that he sold it. Hmph, then The little bastard is just a white-eyed wolf, in vain Heishi has been taking him by his side like a baby for so many years and taught him, usually relying on himself to be favored, he never takes us seniors seriously..."

Tsk tsk, that's pretty accurate.

There was a smile on Shen Qingshang's porcelain-like cheeks, and his delicate and slender fingers tapped on his legs twice.

This one puts your eyes out.

"Boss," interrupted a voice, "it's time. The priest says it's time to bury him."

"Slap--slap!" Two crisp slaps sounded on the speaker's face, and the subordinate in black suit was beaten, and hurriedly lowered his head and remained motionless, not daring to breathe.

"How many times have I said 'Sir'?" Shen Qingshang looked back at the black wooden coffin on the stage in disgust, "I'm not him, I don't like such a vulgar address."

"Yes, sir." The subordinate immediately changed his words respectfully.

"Let's go".Shen Qingshang waved his hand casually, turned his head and walked towards the church door.

The door opened, and a ray of light came in from outside, illuminating the gloomy and dark interior of the church, but in Shen Qingshang's eyes, everything was gray.

旧忆

When did it start?This feeling of being alive is almost like dying.It probably started from the fire that burned all over the sky, and he was only seven years old that year.

Shen Qingshang still remembers that the sound of the explosion that swelled the eardrum, the soaring flames, his heart-piercing cry, and finally the sobbing that gradually turned into a hoarse sobbing that could not make any sound belonged to a young man. The tears probably flowed away that night.So much so that when he was about to rush into the fire field after the explosion like crazy, his thin and trembling body was surrounded by a tall figure. He raised his head, but couldn't see the other person's expression clearly amidst the blurred tears.

"My name is Heishi. Yes, I killed your parents. You have to live to avenge them one day."

why?That man had exhausted all the cruel methods in the gang struggle, but he spared his life alone to let him experience the feeling that life is worse than death.Is it kindness?Heh, that man doesn't have that kind of thing.

Shen Qingshang still remembers those years when he first followed Heishi, he gritted his teeth and swallowed so much hatred and tears in his stomach, touching guns, fighting, blasting, assassinating... But he was proficient in all of them, just for one day, he could personally Give back to this person double the pain that this Black Stone inflicted on him.However, this kind of hatred was mixed with other things one day.

That was Shen Qingshang's first murder. Although he had watched it before, or simulated it thousands of times in his mind, when he really faced the black muzzle of the gun and heard the sound of shrapnel passing through the flesh and blood, he was caught off guard by blood splashing on his hands. The tactile sensation made the 17-year-old Shen Qingshang lose his mind like a dazed man.For a moment, he felt that the corpse lying on the ground and twitching a few times before being unable to move was himself. His blood seemed to be frozen and cooled a little bit.

When he came back to his senses, he felt a sharp pain in his lower body. He watched in disbelief that the black stone had entered himself beside a dead man, and whispered in his ear with a gentle voice: "Qing'er, what is this?" It's the feeling of being alive... I know you hurt, but you have to feel it well..."

Shen Qingshang was in pain and astonishment, and for a moment his brain seemed to freeze.He only heard Heishi's voice continue to hover in his ears——

"Look at the one lying there, it feels like being dead...can't move, can't breathe, doesn't feel anything...you hurt, you hate me, it's good, at least you know what it's like to be alive..." Heishi's voice was like a gust of soft wind, passing through the long tunnel of memory, and echoed in Shen Qingshang's ears again.

枯叶

"Let go!" Shen Qingshang raised his finger in the pure white deerskin gloves in the air, and 24 gunshots echoed over the cemetery.

"Our respected brother, father, guide, the guide sent by God to the world," said Shen Qingshang in his heart, who is also an executioner and devil, "My most beloved teacher, Mr. Zheng, everyone calls him 'Black Stone', now , although his body is sleeping here, his heroic spirit will always be with us brothers!" As he spoke, he raised his hand to symbolically touch his heart, and there were rows of people in black suits standing in the cemetery. More than a hundred people in the company also followed him in unison.

"Sink!" Following Shen Qingshang's order, the coffin carried began to slowly sink into the dug pit.

Shen Qingshang's eyes kept staring at the coffin. Others only thought that he was reluctant to give up to his teacher and wanted to see him off for the last time. Only Shen Qingshang knew in his heart that the corpse in that black coffin did not belong to that person.Is he not dead?No, absolutely impossible.He saw with his own eyes how the person whom he has always respected as a teacher protected him at the moment of life and death, telling him to abandon the ship and take the only speedboat to go first.Not long after he drove out, he watched with his own eyes that the enemy he had always hated was hit by a bullet, shook his body a few times, and then fell headlong into the sea.How could there be any chance of survival under such circumstances?

Although the real corpse has sunk to the bottom of the sea and cannot be fished out, but if these lackeys don't see a completely unrecognizable fake corpse put into a coffin, they will not submit themselves to take this seat instead of Heishi.

"Teacher was killed by someone." As soon as his voice came out, everyone looked at Shen Qingshang with astonishment. Although everyone had already guessed it, they didn't expect that the most suspected person would actually bring up this sensitive topic by himself, " Yes, as you have guessed, the traitors who sold the news to the Americans are among us."

At this time, Heishi's coffin sank to the bottom, making a muffled sound, as if hitting everyone's heart.

"Kneel down!" Suddenly, several people in the crowd were overwhelmed, kneeling on the ground and roaring unwillingly.These few seemed to be the old subordinates of Heishi who had spoken rudely to Shen Qingshang in the bug just now.While struggling, their corsages fell to the ground. What they didn't know was that Shen Qingshang had already hidden bugs in every white flower distributed before entering the arena, and whoever could keep it had to get rid of it. .

"Shen Qingshang, you bloody little bastard! Ah—" Before the man named Lao Li had time to finish his scolding, Shen Qingshang stepped on his neck, and the shiny Italian handmade cowhide shoes were repeatedly crushed. There was a crunching sound on the fragile neck bone.

Old Li lay on the ground with his neck upstretched, and looked desperately. He couldn't see any expression on that backlit cold side face, but Lao Li felt that this was the appearance of the god of death descending from the Shura Dojo.

Before the others had time to raise any objections, the people arranged in advance by Shen Qingshang had already shot all those disobedient thorns.

"Teacher," Shen Qingshang raised his head and closed his eyes, "I have avenged you." Father, mother, I have avenged you.

The melodious and melodious saxophone tune sounded, and the soil on the coffin was gradually closed.Shen Qingshang arranged for Heishi's favorite jazz band to play, playing "Dead Leaves"——

"Since you went away, the days grew long. Since you went away, the days grew long.

Andsoon I hear, old winter's song.

But I miss you most of fall, my darling, but I miss you most of you, my darling,

whenautumnleavesstarttofall. Still in autumn, when the dead leaves start to fall from the branches..."

Everyone present at the scene would remember that in the cemetery in late autumn, there was a young man with picturesque features who raised his neck proudly facing the sun, and the hem of his dark suit fluttered in the wind with the fallen leaves all over the sky. Soft bangs scratched like porcelain