If Fang Ting was here, she would definitely be able to hear this voice exactly the same as the voice in her room: "You can't feel pain or worry in this place, and there are many ways to get to that place."

"Have you heard it? This song tells us that the world needs to be saved." Chen Yongren closed his eyes slightly, and began to sway slightly from side to side.At the same time, spread both hands and five fingers, gesturing up and down.Looking at it, it seems that he is not standing in someone else's yard, but a big stage with tens of thousands of spectators.

Looking at Chen Yongren's appearance, Jiang Tiansheng, Chen Yao and the others looked at each other in blank dismay. They could now be sure that the person in front of them must be Crow's confidant, because the other party was as neurotic as Crow.

Fang Ting standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows naturally also saw Chen Yongren's strange movements, but for some reason, the hairs on her back stood on end at this moment, and a strong uneasiness arose in her heart.

"Save this world and make it beautiful; for you, for me, and for all mankind," Chen Yongren's dancing posture following Wakan's singing became softer. At the same time, Chen Yongren did not forget to care about the audience's experience: " What do you think of this song?"

"Uh, it's okay." Several people looked at me and I looked at you, and finally Chen Yao smiled wryly and nodded in praise.

Just at this time, Chen Yongren bent forward, and it seemed to those around him that his hands were stretched into the flower basket to keep his body steady: "I'm glad you like it. Now, please accept my second gift."

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Chen Yongren straightened up suddenly, holding two guns in the hands drawn from the flower basket: "Greetings from the god of death."

"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

Gunshots rang out, and several bodyguards who had pointed their guns at Chen Yongren earlier had several bullet holes in their bodies.

Before everyone could react, Chen Yongren spread out his arms holding the gun, his body turned back and forth, his steps moved forward and backward at times, like a dancer waltzing alone.

It's just that the soundtrack for Chen Yongren's dance is gunshots, and a pure song calling for love and peace in Wakan: "People are dying, if you really care about life"

"Bang, bang!"

"Then why are we still killing life, hurting the planet, killing its soul"

"Bang, bang!"

""

Shot after shot, lyric by lyric, slow dance step after dance step.

Seeing all this in the eyes of Fang Ting, who covered her lips and kept shaking her shoulders on the second floor, she felt that the scenes in front of her were extremely elegant and crazy. The existence of these two contradictions was released so vividly at this moment, making her look coquettish .

Looking at Chen Yongren at this time, Fang Ting suddenly thought of a word she had read in a magazine: the aesthetics of violence.

Jiang Tiansheng and the others don't know what the woman standing on the second floor thinks of Chen Yongren, otherwise they will definitely let her know what insult aesthetics is.

"careful!"

"Fuck, kill this bastard!"

"Come on people!"

""

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Facing the screams and counterattacks of the crowd, the corners of Chen Yongren's mouth under the mask were raised high, and a pair of deep and deep pupils showed indifference and blood-eating, as well as a rare excitement.

"Bang, bang" the pistol in Chen Yongren's right hand continued to shoot, and he let go of his left hand, allowing the pistol, which had been emptied of bullets, to fall to the ground. A loaded black Glock.

In this way, Chen Yongren lazily moved back and forth in the hail of bullets like a walk, while constantly throwing and drawing guns, and kept pulling the trigger with his hands sometimes open and sometimes crossed.

"Huh, huh, huh, um, ah..." In front of the French windows on the second floor, he watched the gun battles in the courtyard, and watched the ruthlessness and bloodthirsty of Chen Yongren's tranquility and casualness.Fang Ting, who was standing by the window, gradually blurred her eyes, her breathing became thicker, and she began to straighten the messy skirt with her hands. She seemed to return to the short happy time at the seaside again.

"People keep dying, if you really care about life, make a better world for you, for me"

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Chapter 1: The Dance of the God of Death, Fang Ting with Self-knowledge

Compared to Fang Ting, who was intoxicated, Jiang Tiansheng and others had no intention of appreciating this so-called beautiful melody.Looking at Chen Yongren, who moved back and forth with guns in both hands, as if dancing, they felt an unprecedented fear.

Every movement of Chen Yongren, as the other party said just now, seems to be the pace of death.

Finally, the two bodyguards who were still alive could no longer control the panic in their hearts, and ran out of the courtyard yelling crazily: "Run, call the police, call the police."

However, the two bodyguards forgot the most important sentence in Jianghu fighting: never put your back in front of the enemy.

Then, two gunshots sounded one after another: "Bang, bang!"

"what!"

"what!"

The bodyguards who burst out with two streaks of blood from their backs screamed and fell to the ground together.

As the last two bodyguards lay down, the courtyard that had been full of gunshots quickly fell silent.

"Cough, cough, you, you are not from Dongxing, who are you, cough, cough?" Jiang Tiansheng, who was shot several times and lying on the ground, kept coughing up blood, and looked at the man walking slowly to the ground with a painful expression. Standing in front of him was a man dressed in black under the sun.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm glad we met again." Chen Yongren didn't take off his mask, but just restored his magnetic voice.

Jiang Tiansheng smiled wryly and shook his head: "I'm about to die, can you let me know who killed me before I die?"

It is impossible for the crow to send someone to kill him, at least not at this time.

Before Chen Yongren could reply, Da Fei who was still struggling on the ground suddenly interrupted: "You, you are that Chen Yongren, I remember your voice."

"What!" Seeing that Chen Yongren did not deny it, Jiang Tiansheng couldn't help but widen his eyes, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "It turns out that we have always been under the control of that boy Liangkun."

Chen Yongren didn't explain, but said something that Jiang Tiansheng never thought of, "Mr. Jiang, you can go at ease. Don't worry, I will take good care of Miss Fang for you."

"boom!"

Looking at Jiang Tiansheng, who had a bullet hole in his forehead, wide-eyed eyes, disbelief and aggrieved expression, Chen Yongren shrugged: "What's wrong with being green? It's both environmentally friendly and healthy."

"Bang, bang, bang"

Chen Yongren patrolled the courtyard, shot everyone in the forehead, and then looked up at the French windows on the second floor. He was surprised to find that Fang Ting was hugging her body with her eyes closed and twisting back and forth.

"What is this woman doing?" Chen Yongren, who was about to wave to Fang Ting to go downstairs, muttered, quickened his pace and walked towards the living room on the first floor.

Behind him, the clear and soft singing voice continued to repeat: "People are dying all the time. If you really care about life, create a better world for you and me."

Chen Yongren did not expect that as soon as he walked to the door of the living room on the second floor, he heard a familiar singing voice: "Preserve its beauty for our children and grandchildren, and heal the world we live in."

In this familiar singing voice, Chen Yongren seemed to hear a faint, familiar singing voice.

"Crack," looking at Fang Ting's face flushed, Chen Yongren couldn't help but patted his forehead. Wasn't the other party's expression on the beach before.

Shaking his head, Chen Yongren quickened his pace towards the woman.The gunshots here are so intense, it must have alarmed the neighbors around, if they stay any longer, the police may be coming soon.

"Crack, crack, crack."

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