I am a god in script killing

Chapter 20 The Traitor's Game (19)

"Sister Jiulan, why are you here?"

Su Xingmu coughed a few times, and when he moved, the blood in his abdomen began to flow out again.

"You can go over if I don't come," Bo Juan bent down and unlocked Su Xingmu's handcuffs, "I'll help you to the room to stop the bleeding. I want to go to Ziyu."

"Su Ziyu made a move?" Su Xingmu said, his expression seemed a little awkward.

"En." Bo Jun supported him, saw his expression, and suddenly laughed, "Why, do you know you wronged a good man?"

"What good man? Is there a good man here?" Su Xingmu's face was pale, but he still turned his head stubbornly, "If you wronged him, then he also wronged me?!"

"You all have to reconcile with me after the truth comes out," Bo Jun said, with a slightly heavier tone, "Did you hear that?"

Su Xingmu nodded slightly, and said reluctantly: "Understood."

Back in the room, Bo Jun put the medicine box in front of him: "I'm a little worried about Ziyu, I have to go there."

Su Xingmu didn't say anything else, when he saw Bo Jun getting up to leave, he suddenly said, "Sister Jiulan!"

"What?" Bo Jun turned around, "Is there anything else to say?"

"Well, take another gun," Su Xingmu said, "What if that guy can't protect you?"

Bo Jun smiled: "Understood."

……

On the side of the manor, in a small building surrounded by roses, the curtains on the top floor were gently pulled open, and the slender fingers wearing black leather gloves picked up the heavy curtains to watch the dawn rising outside.

"You have been using the thickest curtains to prevent any sunlight from entering this room," Su Ziyu said and turned around, "Are you afraid that the sun will burn your dirty heart?"

The old man opposite didn't have the strength to answer, he just stared at him, the malice in his eyes almost leaking out.

But he was forcibly handcuffed on the table, all the weapons on his body were searched, and the floor was full of blood—those bloody corpses had been dragged out, leaving only traces of sprawl.

"Don't look at me like that," Su Ziyu leaned against the window nonchalantly, "I'm not Jiulan. I won't feel guilty or soft-hearted towards you. We are in a relationship that uses each other."

"Really?" Su Feng grinned. Old Huang's teeth and cloudy eyeballs gave this man a deathly air. "Then does my granddaughter, who still has good intentions, know your true identity as a devil?"

"She doesn't need to know," Su Ziyu smiled, "I will do everything for her that she doesn't want to do. I can do this kind of thing that is condemned by God."

"That's really touching." Su Feng leaned forward mockingly, and the handcuffs slammed against the table, "Just because she gave you a bowl of porridge back then, you guarded her like a dog for the rest of your life? Do you believe that?" Emotional people are really ridiculous."

"Probably." Su Ziyu didn't want to communicate with this kind of person, "But wouldn't it be a more ridiculous life for people like you who only believe in interests and power?"

"What?!" Su Feng's eyes widened and he seemed to be a little mentally disturbed, "I have been the leader all my life, how can I be as ridiculous as you guys!"

"Really?" Su Ziyu rubbed the blood on the gloves lightly, and smiled playfully when he took them off, "I have to say, you are very good at playing, old man."

The eldest young master raised his eyes, his eyes were terribly dark: "Using Jiulan's gratitude to you to force her to do something to the people she cares about, to kill her three sons and daughter-in-law for profit, and to kill all the heirs , will it do you any good?"

"Oh——" He paused, and suddenly smiled "clearly", "Could it be because your position as the head of the family is not right, so you are afraid that your heirs will get rid of you like you—just like you Do you want to deal with your own father?"

(End of this chapter)