I really don't love you anymore [Entertainment]

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When Song Limo returned to the base camp, the first thing he did was to wash his hands, and went back to his room to take a shower.

The history of the organization she belongs to is too long, it can probably be traced back to Italy, and it is impossible to test it any further. Over the years, this organization that was originally made up of a few gangsters has developed into an underground empire. the point.

Countless people died here, countless people were proud of it, and countless people lived between life and death.

She is one of them.

Song Limo couldn't remember things that were too young.

As long as she can remember, Song Limo has lived here in the huge underground empire hidden in the deepest forest of J City.

According to that person, she was adopted by him, and she stayed by his side and was raised by him since she was a child. He even taught her to use a gun.

He was the one who brought her into this hell, and she was never able to escape from this curse-like obstacle.

At the age of 16, she was assigned a mission.

From then on, hell seemed to have opened a gap, and a ray of warm sunlight penetrated in.

But not long ago, she blocked the gap with her own hands.

There is no room for maneuver.

When she came out after taking a shower, changed clothes and wiped her wet hair, someone was already waiting in her room. When she saw her coming out, he immediately bowed his head and respectfully said, "Godfather, please go over there."

Song Limo nodded and followed him out of the room.

Song Limo followed him through the labyrinth-like corridors. She was not very familiar with this place, but she was arranged to live here for a while, and she had a good grasp of the terrain here.

She has stayed here for two months, and she still has some freedom in her body, but as long as she steps out of this underground empire for more than three kilometers, someone will definitely come to find her.

Imprisonment in disguise.

Song Limo knew it well and didn't resist. She was almost obediently at the mercy of their people, giving them whatever task to do. In the bloody battle just now, although she was injured a little, it was still considered perfect. Completed the task.

In addition to letting go of the woman without anyone noticing.

Song Limo followed behind him, passed through layers of stairs and corridors, and finally came to a room with a classic European atmosphere.

A man stood in the room.

He stood in front of a huge canvas, which was pasted on the entire wall, occupying the whole person's sight. The famous "Last Supper" was copied on the canvas. The man was holding on to a small paintbrush, He looked thin and pale, without any human aura, and his legs and feet didn't seem very agile. He walked from one side of the canvas to the other, wearing a pair of reading glasses, occasionally holding it up, and then picked up the pen to write on the huge canvas. A few strokes were painted on the canvas, and a little stuff was added, and the delicate painting gradually became more and more complete. The faces of the twelve people on the dining table were hideous, but lifelike, and their strange expressions almost completely restored the famous book.

After concentrating on it for a while, the man showed a little satisfied smile.He is like the most devout believer in front of Jesus, merciful and loving to the world. On the surface, Song Limo can at least move his fingers a little bit to make this man die without a burial.

When the man saw Song Limo come in, he didn't put down his paintbrush, his eyes were glued to the huge canvas, and he asked someone to change another color palette, without raising his eyes, he said, "Song Li is back?"

Song Limo nodded and replied softly, "Godfather."

Song Limo called him godfather since he was a child, and everyone called this man godfather. In this underground empire, no one can disobey even the smallest order of this man.

He is the king of this underground empire.

The man claims to be the godfather, but he is a false godfather. As long as he is willing to give money, he can do anything. However, he is not satisfied at all when he sees his huge underground empire. His power is getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the sky with his own power. .

He thinks that he hides well, and no one can shake him under the ground, but he is too greedy, and he has never realized his greed.

The godfather put down the paintbrush. He was not too old, his temples were already white, and he smiled kindly. Instead, he was more like an elder who likes to mention the younger generation, calling Song Limo over.

The godfather pointed to the huge painting and said, "How is the painting?"

From guns to daggers, from literacy to all kinds of literature, Song Limo hired professional teachers to teach him since he was a child, and these teachers are all satisfied by the godfather, so Song Limo's aesthetics is naturally similar to that of the godfather Where to go.

To put it another way, Song Limo is the successor trained by the godfather.

And Song Limo never let him down.

Song Limo nodded: "The painting is very good."

The godfather smiled heartily when he heard the words, and the eye lines at the corners of his eyes gradually deepened: "I have been painting this painting for the fourth year, and now that I am old, if one day I can't draw anymore, you must continue to draw for me. "

Everyone present lowered their heads.

Song Limo turned a deaf ear to it, and took the paintbrush handed over by his godfather. His slender and strong fingers were clean, and there was no trace of the blood stain just now.

Her brushwork is completely different from that of the godfather. She outlines and embellishes straightforwardly. The two painting styles appear on the canvas at the same time. Although they are somewhat incompatible, after a long time, you can see some strange harmony.

The godfather looked at her drawing, laughed out loud, and patted her on the shoulder: "Song Li, you have been my most reliable assistant for so many years, and you have done a good job in this task, just mention what you want."

Everyone present held their breaths, the meaning of the godfather was already very clear, you can do whatever you want, even if it is my position, in time, it will be yours.

Song Limo was originally his best successor.

He has cultivated her for so many years, let her roll the tip of a knife and lick blood, her eyes are getting colder and colder, and she is becoming more and more indifferent.

He sent her out when she was 16 years old. Through a car accident, he pushed the boat along the way and gave her an aboveboard identity, wandering in the society, no matter how the outside world praised her or called her, but she was here forever They are all Song Li.

Song Limo was also persistent with the paintbrush, and painted on Jesus' eyes, covering up the stroke that had already been drawn. Fresh paint came down along the stroke, and the blood red was like fresh blood.

She changed that stroke to red.

Because of such a stroke in the whole huge painting, Jesus' expression of pity for the world looks even weirder.

It was as if a layer of blood had been sprinkled on the entire painting shop.

Four years of hard work was changed by such a sum, and the godfather laughed instead: "Your sum is a bit interesting."

Song Limo put the brush aside and said, "I want to go back to City B."

The godfather didn't raise his head, he asked someone to re-adjust the color, brought it over, and said, "What are you doing back in City B?"

"I want you to save one person."

The godfather seemed to have expected Song Limo to say that, he was not surprised at all, and he didn't even want to find out at all, he said, "It's the second young lady of the Rong family, Rong Qianqian, right?"

The godfather nodded: "You have lived in the Qu family for so many years, and you should be a little bit reluctant. I know, but doing so will break the rules of Taoism. Song Li, do you understand?"

Song Limo said without any hesitation, "I understand."

The godfather didn't speak, and returned the vermilion-stained paintbrush to draw a stroke on the blank space of the canvas, and the whole painting became more and more weird.

The godfather didn't look at Song Limo, he only filled in the small area with red seriously, and said slowly while filling it up: "I have taught Iron Blood and Ruthless for 16 years, and I teach you that the rules of this world are determined by the strong. And that composer spent five years trying to smooth you out, Song Li, I'm really disappointed in you."

Song Limo didn't move: "Tell me who wants Rong Qianqian's life."

The godfather laughed dumbly and said, "Do you think I will tell you?"

"If you don't tell me, I can still know who it is." Song Limo paused, and then said, "It's just that I hope you can tell me."

The flames leaped and turned into raging flames. This was a confrontation between the two of them.

The godfather knew that Song Limo had really suffered a little outside in the past few years, and felt too much, but what surprised him the most was that she had developed true feelings for others.

She killed countless people, but she actually wanted to save one person's life.

All the people present quietly backed out, and the door was tightly closed. No one wanted to be hurt by Chi Yu at this time. No matter who was the last one to back down, it would be of no benefit to them.

Song Limo glanced around, except for the godfather and her, no one else was present, but she clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging into her flesh tightly.

She can kill him directly at this moment, but she will definitely not be able to escape from this underground empire, and even if she escapes and the base camp is not destroyed, then she will also face endless pursuit, There is no peace in this life.

It doesn't matter to her, no matter what, it doesn't matter, I'm afraid it will affect the person she puts on the top of her heart.

If something happened to Qu Yiling, it would not be a pity for her to die ten thousand times.

It's okay to be sad, hate her, whatever.

The godfather was silent for a long time, and then let out a long breath: "Okay, I can promise you to save Rong Qianqian, but I can't tell you who wants to kill her."

"Check it out yourself."

He has taught his successors for 16 years, and he is used to being arrogant since he was a child, and it is normal to be a little willful.

The godfather smiled again, and stroked her hair like an elder: "You should also go back to City B, your current identity should not disappear for too long."

"There are still many, many things waiting for you to do. The name Song Limo...is not bad."

Song Limo let his hair be rubbed twice by him, without any expression, got the result he wanted, turned and left.

The people who had just left the room came back one after another, and the godfather continued to pick up the paintbrush, but did not leave a single stroke.

The godfather didn't raise his eyes, he stared straight at the extremely weird painting, frowned and ordered: "Let Song Li go back to City B and ask someone to watch him. If there is anything unusual, please report to me at any time. "

"Yes."

Someone said cautiously: "Song Li came back after a lot of difficulty, if we let her go like this, what if she never comes back?"

The godfather smiled, but his tone softened: "She will definitely come back."

If she has a concern, she will naturally have a handle, so Song Limo will be able to handle it much easier.

As long as she moves her tricks and her concerns, Song Limo will naturally return to this underground empire obediently, and will never be able to turn over.

This is her fate.

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