The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Zhou Younong slowly raised his thin eyelids.

"You dare to imagine her?" He sneered, "Have you ever looked in the mirror? You look really ugly."

Yamamoto became angry and gritted his teeth, "Asshole! I won't let you go!"

"Next life."

The young man smiled coldly and slowly pulled the trigger.

With a dull gunshot, Yamamoto's eyes widened ferociously and he fell to the ground.

Zhou Younong put his index and middle fingers together, flicked the unnecessary dust on his shoulders, and stood up elegantly and gracefully, "Tsk, it's really not worth giving someone like you a life."

The Japanese soldiers guarding the outside with guns heard the gunfire, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door open and went in.

But apart from Yamamoto lying on the ground, where was Zhou Younong's clothes anywhere in the room?

Soldiers quickly sounded the alarm.

Zhou Younong sat in the car, lifting the curtain on the window with his slender fingers. He said in a low voice, "Has the evidence been collected?"

Xiang Cheng's tone became much cheerful, "Okay!"

"Well, international military aid can only arrive in China in three days at the fastest." Zhou Younong supported his chin with his hand and tapped his fingertips casually, "If we don't get it, they will become angry and die together."

The cold light from the car hit the young man's exquisite facial features, making his skin look even colder and whiter.

He half-closed his eyes, lazily.

Xiang Cheng asked worriedly, "What should we do, Third Master?"

"What else can we do?" Zhou Younong sat upright, "Keep Shangjing at all costs and drive."

After saying that, he himself felt it was funny. He put his finger on his chin and laughed happily for a while, "I used to wish I could go to Beijing and be destroyed. I didn't expect that one day I would be able to say such things."

Xiang Cheng also smiled, "Third Master cares about the world."

The young man curled his lips lazily, "That's wrong, I don't care about the world. The destruction and change of the world have nothing to do with me. I just want to give Shushu a peaceful and prosperous age."

He didn't want her to be forced by the war, and he didn't want her to be forced to stay away from her homeland.

Zhou Younong only wanted her to be safe and happy.

He took the time to meet Pan Shu, but the timing was unlucky and Meng Jingyue was also there.

The frail young man in the wheelchair looked pale and looked as if he would collapse if the wind blew. Zhou looked away in disappointment.

Sick seedlings.

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Younong leaned against the door, a small amount of daylight fell on his eyelashes, and a shadow fell on his eyelids. These words were asked to Meng Jingyue, but his eyes were on Pan Shu from beginning to end.

The gentle smile on Meng Jingyue's lips faded slightly.

He asked back, "What's wrong with Master Zhou?"

Zhou Younong took a deep look at Pan Shu and said, "She and I have something to talk about."

"Oh?" Meng Jingyue asked knowingly, "Master Zhou, do you want me to avoid him? However, if I remember correctly, I am Shu Shu's legitimate husband... From what standpoint did Master San say these words? "

Zhou Younong ignored him and just looked at Pan Shu silently.

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Shu Shu, look at him."

Complain.

So childish.

Pan Shu chuckled, her beautiful and clear eyebrows slightly curved, "If you have anything to say, just tell me here."

There is no need to avoid Meng Jingyue.

After all, Meng Jingyue looked much more pitiful than Zhou Younong.

His body was already weak, and his skin was even paler. He pursed his lips and looked at Pan Shu stubbornly, feeling fragile and fragile.

——Sick beauty.

Pan Shu thought.

Zhou Younong was a little regretful.

I haven’t had tea with each other.Met a match.

He didn't have much time, so he paused for two seconds. The cold and low voice wrapped in the sweet scent of osmanthus made Pan Shu's heart tremble inexplicably. She vaguely heard the man sighing helplessly, "Hug me."

"Ok?"

The young man let out a "tsk" sound, but he had a cold and handsome face, and his features became more lively.

Like a goblin, a fallen Buddha.

"I told you that I would talk to you alone," he licked his lips with his tongue, his eyes twinkling, "I'm really sorry for hurting Master Meng."

The young man was particularly arrogant and said, "Sorry, I like your wife too."

Pan Shu was shocked.

She didn't expect Zhou Youyong to be so shameless.

"Zhou Younong." Ban Shu smiled, "Speak in human language."

There are almost no people who dare to talk to Zhou Younong like this, and even if they do, they have all gone to hell.

But after hearing this, he was not annoyed, but instead smiled flatteringly.

"Shu Shu, give me a hug." If I don't hug her now, I'm afraid I won't have another chance.

He didn't say this either.

He just opened his arms shamelessly and raised his eyebrows at Pan Shu.

His dark eyes stared at her quietly.

There was frightening emotion in his eyes.

The young man stepped forward and hugged her tenderly. He pressed his delicate and sharp chin against the top of Ban Shu's furry hair and rubbed it gently. He reluctantly pulled his lips and said, "I haven't asked you this all this time. Do you still hate me?"

Without waiting for Pan Shu to answer, he continued, "I am very jealous of Meng Jingyue. I wish he would die. I did want him to die that day, but I couldn't let you go when you cried."

"Zhou Younong..."

"If hate can make you remember me longer than love, then it doesn't matter if you hate me."

Zhou Younong's crimson and beautiful lips moved slowly, word by word, and his tone was serious, "Don't forget me."

He quickly let her go.

Pan Shu raised her eyelids and looked at him.

Zhou Younong waved his hand to her, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The young man did not look back once, and left in a panic and eagerness.

Pan Shu quietly stared at the thinly covered osmanthus flowers on the ground for a few seconds, then blinked slowly, "He will be alive..."

His voice was very soft, and he didn't know whether he was asking Meng Jingyue or himself.

Meng Jingyue looked towards the direction Zhou Younong left, then raised his eyes to the gloomy sky. He silently held Pan Shu's cold hand and said, "Don't be afraid."

The girl's face turned pale.

"It's not like I don't understand anything."

Meng Jingyue remained silent and did not speak, but his face became paler.

……

three days later.

With the final shot, international military aid arrived.

Exhausted, Zhou Younong let go of the gun in his hand, and his moon-white brocade gown was stained with blood.

He vaguely heard the little girl calling him.

"Zhou Younong!"

"Zhou Younong..."

"Zhou Younong, where are you?"

The girl stepped on the skeletal corpse, her hot tears sliding down her cheeks and disappearing into her neck.

Everyone is cheering.

She was the only one crying, desperate, sad, and out of tune with her surroundings.

"Zhou Younong, the traitor, has some conscience and has not forgotten where his roots are!"

"Yes, he is worthy of his death now. Who asked him to help Japan deal with us before?!"

"Die well!"

"It's really heartwarming!"

Japan's huge and well-prepared army was completely annihilated by Zhou Younong's men.

And Zhou Younong——

The rebels they called also died in the flames of the war.

Is there anything more satisfying than this?

The girl wiped her tears and called out the word "Zhou Younong" over and over again, turning over the bloody corpses one by one. Suddenly, her fingertips trembled.

The whole person was stunned in place.