Tang Qianyan

All Rong Fu could do in the end was to bring back the letter intact.

A fire burned the Li family mansion to the point where only charred wood was left, and the bones of the family's masters and servants were gone.

Tang Qianyan kept saving letters, and when she heard the news, she only said one sentence: "I don't believe it."

I don't believe that the face I saw this morning will disappear from now on; I don't believe that he is really so heartless and heartless to leave me alone.

Even Tang Qianyan was ready to stop singing, but in the end she had to fall into endless despair in the scorched desolation.

He suddenly lost the one person he was willing to give up everything for.

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Li Shunming's last words reappeared in Tang Qianyan's mind over and over again, like a bronze mirror being constantly rubbed, the light getting dimmer and dimmer.

"Tang Qianyan, I like you. Let's not meet again..."

Tang Qianyan supported Ruan Yuan, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and smiled palely.

"Li Shunming, I like you too. Let's meet again, shall we..."

But how to say goodbye.

The moment Tang Qianyan coughed up blood, Li Shunming woke up slowly in a clean and tidy room. For no reason, a tear fell from the corner of his eye and slipped into the tip of his hair.

He propped himself up and saw the man who stopped him and took him away during the fire.

The man was a young man in his twenties, dressed in casual clothes, with piercing eyes.

"Where's my father?" Li Shunming asked.

The young man felt a little headache, hesitated for a while, and decided to tell Li Shunming directly: "He died in a fire."

Li Shunming bit his lips tightly, and in silence, he bit the corners of his lips so hard that a blush overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The young man didn't speak, just waited quietly.

Li Shunming loosened his painful lips, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, and a smell of iron diffused in his mouth.He asked the young man, his voice was as cold as ice: "This is not an accident, is it?"

The young man was secretly surprised at Li Shunming's calmness, and replied: "Yes, but I don't know who did it."

Li Shunming thought for a moment, then raised his eyes and asked, "Who are you and where am I?"

The young man said: "My name is Ling Han, and Mr. Bai wants to see you."

"Tell me." Li Shunming stared at him coldly: "Does your appearance have anything to do with the fire in the mansion?"

Ling Han looked directly at Li Shunming, and just said: "I went to the mansion just to bring you back, Mr. Bai, it's your grandfather."

Grandpa, this word is almost unfamiliar to Li Shunming.

Ever since Li Shunming was young, he never realized that he should belong to two families, his father's family and... his mother's family.

Li Shunming was a little unbelievable that this majestic old man with white hair, who was called Bai Lao in front of him, had a blood relationship with him.

He vaguely remembered that his father mentioned that his mother was from a wealthy family, but now it seems that it is not true.

"I can help you avenge." This was the first sentence Bai Lao said when he saw Li Shunming: "After all, you have the blood of the Bai family on your body."

Seeing that Li Shunming's face was as cold as ice and silent, Bai Lao nodded. He never thought of relying on the warmth of his blood to win over Li Shunming. His methods were always in exchange for benefits.

Bai Lao said: "The fire coincided with my surprise. I came to you for two reasons. First, the Bai family is not prosperous. In this troubled world, I need someone who can protect the Bai family. two……"

Bai Lao sighed: "In the past few years, I have often thought of your mother. If she and Li Shaoheng hadn't been stopped, would it have ended differently now?"

Hearing his father's name, Li Shunming felt a sharp pain, took a deep breath, and stabilized his breath: "What do you want me to do?"

"Warlord." Bai Lao spit out two words: "I want you to change your appearance from now on, and then squeeze into the circle of the highest authority."

Yuan Kuifan and Li Shunming suddenly thought of him, and that fat face was enlarged before his eyes, which made him shudder.

"The Bai family will pave the way for you, but before that," Bai Lao clapped his hands: "Let me see if you are qualified."

Linghan took a red box and came to Li Shunming, which contained a handful of guns.

Li Shunming was a little stunned, heard the sound again, looked up and saw a man with bound hands and feet being escorted up.

"Kill him." Bai Lao said.

Li Shunming took out the gun from the red box, the handle of the gun fitted perfectly to the palm of his hand, and it was as cold as iron in his hand.

Ling Han said softly in an emotionless voice: "The gun is loaded."

Li Shunming raised his eyes and saw that the bound man was still struggling and whimpering as if begging for mercy, so he asked Bai Lao: "What did he do wrong?"

"If there is nothing wrong, you can't do anything?" Bai Lao asked back.

Li Shunming played with the gun and said slowly: "I just think that maybe what you need is decisive killing instead of killing innocent people indiscriminately."

Hearing this, Bai Lao clapped his hands and smiled: "My boy, it's okay to tell you, he is the eldest son of the rival of the Bai family."

Li Shunming frowned, and only said: "Mistakes don't kill you."

Old Bai squinted his eyes slightly, and said jokingly, "Why did the mistake cause death, why did the mistake not cause death? Did your friend Feng Wen cause death by mistake?"

Feng Wen... Li Shunming's heart was stabbed. He looked up at Bai Lao coldly, and slowly raised the gun in his hand.

Ling Han frowned, and just as he was about to grab the gun, Li Shunming turned around.

Li Shunming closed his eyes, as if he saw a huge chasm opened in front of him, and further on, there was a pitch-black abyss.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the unknown.

You can still turn around, Li Shunming heard a very weak voice in his heart, Uncle can continue to give you a stable life...

You can still turn around, you don't have to kill people...

You can still look back, you can still believe in Tao and righteousness...

Li Shunming walked up to the bound person, he saw some tears in a pair of extremely frightened eyes, he saw the bound person struggling more fiercely, sobbing and almost begging, he heard a voice in his heart Shouting at the top of his lungs, he turned his head and returned to peace and tranquility.

Li Shunming raised his left hand to cover the face of the bound man, and held a gun in his right hand.

"I'm sorry..." Li Shunming's voice was a little trembling, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Huge gunshots, like a giant thunderclap, rang out three times, one after another.

Warm blood continued to flow on Li Shunming's hands and cheeks, and the strong smell of blood made him a little numb.

After the gunshot, the surroundings seemed to be completely silent, so that Li Shunming could clearly hear the faint voice in his heart.

Can not go back.

He let go of the gun, and the gun fell into a pool of blood.

Bai Lao nodded and signaled Ling Han to take Li Shunming down to wash.

Linghan walked to Li Shunming's side and said, "Come with me."

Li Shunming looked up at him and nodded.

Ling Han led the way, and the two walked out of the house one after the other, and walked to the yard. The sun was shining outside and the scenery was just right.

Li Shunming stopped, helped the banyan tree in the yard, pressed his stomach, and retched a few times.

Ling Han didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

"Have you ever killed someone?" Li Shunming asked suddenly.

"Killed." Ling Han said.

"Then you've heard a saying," said Li Shunming, "If you call a murderer, you will always be killed?"

Linghan was silent for a moment, and replied: "I have heard." Seeing that Li Shunming remained silent for a long time, he said again: "Let's go, you need to clean up."

Li Shunming left the banyan tree, stained with blood on his skirt, left a mark on the tree, and drew it down long, like tears.

Rong Fu ran in the alley, out of breath, he came straight to a courtyard that he had just entered, and knocked on the door in a panic.

Zhao Yuhua opened the door, and seeing Rong Fu's appearance, he hurriedly asked, "But what happened to Qianyan? Take your time."

Rong Fu let out his anger, and his tone was confused: "Boss, the boss, he, he disappeared. We have been looking for it for a day. We don't know where he went, and we didn't leave a message..."

Zhao Yuhua thought for a while and asked, "Have you found the theater?"

Rong Fu shook his head: "Isn't the theater closed today..."

"Look for it again." Zhao Yuhua said, "I'll go to the theater.