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Xinqi×Feng Yiyuan.

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※A sour and abusive text, love and kill each other.

※Attack and Shou... There may be mutual attack.

The grass in June has grown to the height of half a person, and it is crowded in the uninhabited outskirts.It was only past noon, and the scorching sun had quietly covered the clouds, only showing some yellowish red light in the weak spots, like the capillaries looming on the face of a thin-skinned person after exercising.The cloud layer is very low, crushing the high-voltage lines passing in parallel, making the swallows only fly close to the ground, and bending the vigorous grass.

A few bungalows are painted in the center like a prison, becoming the only variegated color in the green field, as if someone has thrown away too much ink.There was a bit of splashing from the side, and upon closer inspection it was a warehouse that was not stretched enough in length, width and height, where the overgrown summer grass was clustered and crumpled into a crowded ball.

The warehouse was also shrunk by the clouds, and people had to bow their heads when they entered, lest their hair might become the prey of spiders.The exhaust fan has replaced the function of the window, and the outside sun can't squeeze in at all. If there is no light, this place looks like an enlarged version of the urn.

An incandescent lamp was hung above the head, and the space for people to display it was narrowed by three points for no reason.The light bulbs flickered on and off, and the sound of electric current buzzed wildly, as if it was about to cry in the next second.A thick layer of insect corpses had accumulated in the lampshade, covering the already dim light with a layer of irregular shadows.

There are two iron chains with unknown purpose attached to the roof of the warehouse that is too low, with a pair of handcuffs hanging on each end, and a man with downcast eyes is fastened.The man was sitting in a wheelchair, and the suit on his body was still stiff, and the hem was raised because of the high hanging of his arms, which destroyed the beauty of the suit.

The rusty iron door of the warehouse suddenly "squeaked" open, and two pairs of leather shoes came in one after the other. The one in front walked in a well-proportioned and regular way, as if every step had been carefully measured.The one behind showed a careless laziness, twisted his heels on the ground, turned around and stood in front of the wheelchair.

He raised one of the hands in his trouser pocket, and slowly wiped an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips.He looked down at the man in the wheelchair, his brows that were already flying upwards seemed to slant into his temples.

There was a thin blade between his fingers, he pinched the man's index finger, and stroked lightly on the pulp of the finger.The skin was cut by the sharp blade, but the man didn't wake up, only a slight wrinkle gathered between his eyebrows.

"How many sleeping pills did you give him?" He put away the razor blade, opened a small container like a centrifuge tube to collect the man's blood, squeezed hard on the wound, and poured the blood into it.

"Uh...it seems a little too much." The man who came in first had a standard Chinese character face, his facial features revealed an upright air, his eyes stared like a fetish of a town house, able to scare people Get rid of evil spirits from all directions.However, at this moment, he showed a embarrassed expression that didn't match his appearance, raised his hand and scratched his head, and finally hit the roof of the warehouse with a "snap".

The sound made the incandescent lights jump twice, almost dying.A flush of embarrassment instantly appeared on Guo Zi's face, and his voice lost three points of confidence: "Brother Li, this place is too...too short, I don't know how many times I was knocked on the head by that iron gate, look at me This is almost becoming Erlang God."

Li Xing followed his direction and raised his eyelids, only to see a smeared red mark across his forehead, he couldn't help saying: "You are not Erlang God, you are forehead lines."

Kinda rhymes.

The centrifuge tube contained the blood at the bottom of the tube, and the lid was tightly closed, and another sealed bag was taken out, and it was put in it.There were still a few gray hairs in the bag, and they patted them to Wei Cheng: "Here, take them to Kong Xiang."

"Hey." Wei Cheng, with a square face, took the order and straightened his back instantly.Li Xing watched his hair brush dangerously across the roof of the warehouse, raised his eyebrows amusedly, and turned his gaze to the man in the wheelchair again.

He casually fiddled with a thrown beer bottle, and the sound of Lingling echoed to the corner of the wall.He took out a cigarette and lit it, the lighter flame was brighter than an incandescent lamp.

The air was filled with damp moisture, as if the exhaust fan had been installed backwards, sucking in all the outside wind.Strictly unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, he picked up a bottle of mineral water and said to himself, "This rain has been holding back for long enough, it's time to fall."

A whole bottle of water was poured over the wheelchair man's head.

The man finally woke up in a jerk, and tried to open his heavy eyelids. A pair of polished leather shoes and slender legs appeared in his blurred vision... The eyes were full of teasing all the time, flashing inexplicably under the dim light of light.

"Cough..." The effect of the medicine has not completely dissipated, my mind is dizzy, and I can't keep up with my thinking for a while.

"Mr. Xin, don't come here unharmed."

This sound was neither high nor low, piercing into my ears, but it was like a thunder on the ground.Finally fully awake, the man recognized the person in front of him in surprise: "...Yiyuan? Are you Feng Yiyuan?"

"Yiyuan?" The smile was so strong that it seemed to come out through the tone of the voice, "You are mistaken, there is no Yiyuan here. My name is Li Xing. Li Xing, 'Sleep and Resolute', remember?"

Xin Qi didn't care about what he said later, as if he had already decided that he was Feng Yiyuan, his voice trembled slightly: "Five years. What are you going to do when you come back now?"

"Don't you think it's ridiculous for you to ask this question?" Li Xing lifted his cuff to reveal a watch, and casually glanced at the time, "You remember, I remember very clearly, courtesy is reciprocal, I also 'think about it' day and night How about you—"We" believe that the big boss is okay?"

Xin Qi's gaze stuck to him, and he frowned.

"You father and son owe our Feng family debts for a long time. I'm afraid you can't even pay them back. I'm here today to get back what belongs to me, isn't it too much?" He leaned forward. , supporting the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, "What do you mean Mr. Xin? You took something from my father five years ago, should you return it intact now?"

"What... did I take away?" He subconsciously licked his lips, licking away a drop of mineral water hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Stop fucking playing tricks on me!" Li Xing suddenly raised the volume, and the echo was amplified by the warehouse, which made people's eardrums hurt.He took a step behind Xin Qi, grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and withdrew abruptly——

A muffled groan rolled out of his throat uncontrollably, like the beer bottle that was kicked away, and rolled to the ground in disgrace.Knees slammed on the concrete floor without cushioning, and the bones that seemed to be nailed because of the rainy weather were more like being wedged through at this moment.

Xin Qi's eyes darkened and he almost lost his breath. The handcuffs on his wrists suddenly bear the weight of his whole body, and the metal pieces cut into his thin skin like sharp knives.Before he could recover, Li Xing circled back in front of him and kicked him in the ribs.

The tip of the leather shoe penetrated into the soft flesh under his ribs, and his chest was shaken, tearing his whole body in half as if it had opened up the world.The breath he hadn't caught yet was forcibly held in his lungs, his consciousness twisted and elongated in an instant, trying to get out of his shell from his celestial spirit cap.

The next moment, it was poured back again with mineral water, and oxygen scrambled to rush into the throat, and it exploded violently in the lungs with the damp smell of the eve of the rainstorm.The whole chest was rising and falling, and the pain was uncontrollable.

Li Xing watched the person in front of him struggling in pain, wanting to curl up but was forced to kneel upright by the handcuffs, his originally handsome ascetic face was distorted, his eyelashes were wet with water, as if he was about to cry.

A certain pleasure of revenge rose in his heart, and the corners of his lips curled slightly. He had already pulled the other party's wheelchair behind his buttocks. Can the opponent's weak body withstand such a fall and kick?

I don't know how long it took for Xinqi to catch his breath, his throat hurts, his lungs hurt, and everything in his body hurts.He finally had the strength to raise his head, and cast his half-dead gaze on Li Xing: "If you want to kill me...just kill me."

Li Xing looked at him with his chin raised, not intending to pick up the words, and tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers: "I'll ask you again, where did you hide the 'stuff'?"

Her voice was hoarse like two pieces of sandpaper grinding: "What are you talking about...I don't know."

"Oh." Li Xing did not have another attack, as if the other party's answer had been expected.The iron door of the warehouse squeaked again, and Wei Cheng came back wrapped in a strong wind: "What's going on today? It's just windy but not rainy? Any more clouds will blow away."

He saw Xin Qi who was dying, and then he saw Li Xing's hand stretched out towards him, and he straightened his waist and brushed the ceiling and walked forward quickly, and handed him a narrow and long pen case.

The thing inside was not a pen at all, Li Xing took out a thin needle tube from it, and there was half a knuckle of transparent liquid in it, with a little yellow stubble.

The long legs tapped twice alternately on the ground, and the wheelchair came close to Xin Qi, leaning over Li Xing, pulling him towards him by his tie.

"Do you remember it?"

Xin Qi's eyes were forced to focus on the needle tube, and when he saw it clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of the needle tip.He tensed up and shouted, "Where did you get it?!"

"You are allowed to have it, and I am not allowed to have it? Are you looking down on others, Mr. Xin?"

The liquid in the needle tube was pushed out a little, hanging precariously on the needle tip.Li Xing narrowed his eyes: "I'll ask you one last time, where are the things?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." As if she had made up her mind, the words were bitten out between her teeth.

"Very good. Just protect your bastard father, and see who of you cheats in the end." Li Xing said this for no reason, his expression quickly turned cold, and he buckled the other's belt with his slender fingers.

Xin Qi seemed to have a premonition of what he was going to do, his body trembled violently, and his expression became completely flustered: