Against the current Hengdao

Ling He said: "When my legs get better, I will carry you on my back every day."

Originally, Yan Xiaodao shouldn't have shown any emotional turmoil to the person in front of him, but he still shivered like a cold wave caressing his whole body when he heard this.The tenderness and mutual understanding between the two of them at that time turned into a layer of diluted light red blood, which diffused in the pouring rain in his heart, and the blood color invaded all limbs and bones.

It was as if everything was under Ling He's single-handed control, playing with others with applause.

Yan Xiaodao looked at Ling He and said, "Borrow me a phone."

Ling He didn't even ask him if he wanted to call the police, or just believed that he would not call the police, so he gave him the phone without hesitation.

Yan Xiaodao would not call the police to find someone to hunt him down. He deserved to suffer the personal grievances between him and Ling He. It has nothing to do with anyone. Did Ling He call the police back then?At that time, Ling He's ankle was torn off by him, and he even kissed him back... Ling He will always be like this.In other words, it has always been like this between the two of them, the more they know each other, the more tormented they are.What's more, he is a well-known man, and he is absolutely unwilling to be seen by others. He bleeds and tears and wants to find a corner where there is no one, and he gritted his teeth and carried the scars all over his body.

He dialed Yang Xifeng's phone number: "Fengfeng."

"Boss!" Yang Xifeng's rapid-fire voice came out of the phone, "Boss, where are you? We're near the pier, and we haven't been able to get through to you for hours! Are you okay?!"

Yan Xiaodao breathed weakly, and said frustratingly: "I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't look for me, now, immediately, go home."

Yang Xifeng was neither stupid nor stupid, and immediately heard the voice coughing and bleeding: "Brother, what's the matter with you? Your voice is wrong, what happened to you? Where are you now? Let's go find you!"

Yan Xiaodao coughed heavily: "Don't look for me!...Everyone go home, take care of your home, there must be no one left, I'll go back in a few days...You all clamp your tails and stay at home , are not allowed to go out."

Just one minute into the phone call, several cars crossed the bumpy mountain road with their intimidating headlights on, and found this highland composed of black reefs.

On the phone, Yang Xifeng suddenly called out: "Big brother, is that you!"

People rushed down from several cars, all of them were very familiar faces of Ling He, they all knew each other, they were the brothers who ate and lived together in Mr. Yan's villa.The two people collided with each other on the spot, and the younger brothers of the Yan family were stunned and couldn't believe the tragedy in front of them.

Yan Xiaodao lay across the encirclement, covered in blood.

The two sides were still separated by a bumpy mountain road, but their eyes were red with blood and they drew their guns to confront each other. Yan Xiaodao only glanced at it from a distance, and at this moment, he was sweating profusely because of his impatience, and gritted his teeth: "Little bastard is disobedient, let you Go back, get out of here."

Yang Xifeng threw down his phone and shouted angrily, "Brother, what happened to you! What bastard is doing something to you!"

Yan Xiaodao knew too well, these people were not Ling He's opponents at all.He didn't want to die, he also wanted to keep his own people as much as possible, and he didn't want to be "destroyed" by people in just one night.

He whispered and unquestionably ordered, or it was an order: "Get out of the way, now, let Mr. Ling's car pass. If you dare to move, don't think of me as a big brother."

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Yan Xiaodao was slowly lifted onto a van by several people and stuffed into the back seat of the compartment.Mao Zhixiu's subordinates had already lightened their hands and feet in secret, and they really didn't want to embarrass him, but when they moved, a sharp pain beat him from top to bottom, and Yan Xiaodao almost groaned.He convulsed all over, gasping for air, blood and sweat slipping down his face.

His head slowly fell back, the position where he fell happened to be Ling He's thigh, and his head rested in Ling He's palm.

Several cars passed by a narrow road in the middle without rushing, and drove away.The brothers of Yan Zhai stood on both sides of the narrow road, watching their eldest brother being taken away.

Yan Xiaodao's judgment was right. After their car passed by, several mysterious black van trucks followed from different directions at the foot of the mountain, and a convoy slid past silently in the dark night.The situation Yang Xifeng and the others were in just now was within the encirclement of the opponent's firepower.Ling He has always been scheming and meticulous in his actions, so there should be no major mistakes in the arrangements for tonight.

Yang Xifeng couldn't hold back his tears and began to cry.

Kuanzi's eyes were red when Linghe's car passed by, and he suddenly let out a roar of grief and indignation.

"Why!!

"My elder brother is so kind to you, you hurt him, you actually hurt him!!

"You ungrateful thing like a snake and a scorpion, you are a wolf-hearted dog!!..."

Ling He must have heard it through the car window, but he didn't show any expression. He lowered his eyelashes and held Yan Xiaodao's head steadily. At least he got what he wanted on one thing—Xiaodao is now his.

For a man like Yan Xiaodao, if he hadn't been seriously injured at this time and was really desperate, how could he be obediently willing to go with him?Absolutely not.

Anyway, it's not the first time he was scolded face to face for "heart like a snake". Watanabe Yangshan also scolded him.No matter how other people scold, he has long been able to turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear. The decision to kill and kill depends entirely on his own way, and he doesn't care.

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Even if the carriage is only slightly bumped and shaken, there will be a series of small and slight pains from the center of Yan Xiaodao's eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.The thin spasm flowed along the veins on the neck along with the sweat, and finally all flowed into Ling He's hands.

Ling He gently stroked his ear, and the other hand seemed to support his chest and abdomen, probably to avoid further fractures and collapse.

Ling He moved his left hand to his chest, an obvious red and swollen color echoed the mud, blood and rainwater mixture on his body, and the protruding part of the metacarpal bone was broken and bleeding.Mao Zhixiu handed over a dropper and painkiller powder: "Mr. Ling, do you want to apply the medicine?"

Ling He didn't speak, and shook his head coldly, refusing to apply the medicine.

Miss Mao rolled her eyes, and didn't intend to persuade her a second time, she whispered to her companion beside her, "Let's wait, if you don't apply the medicine, don't you think it hurts him to death!"

Yan Xiaodao's last clear consciousness recalled that the moment his ribs were attacked and he fell on his back and almost hit the ground with his head, a hand did indeed catch the back of his head, instead of his head hitting the deck sleeper embedded with many protruding iron nails superior……

The pain constantly invaded and crossed the boundary, surpassing the limit of his senses, and because of the continuous forceful suppression, he wasted too much energy and was too tired. Gradually blurred consciousness and layer upon layer of hallucinations began to haunt his eyes.

The four white walls were cold and glaring. Mr. Mai was standing in front of the iron cabinet in the mortuary, with a layer of white air emitting from his celadon-colored skin.Mai Yunliang's eyes are clear but lifeless: "Mr. Yan... I died a miserable death, and I feel wronged. I didn't want to kill myself in such a tragic way, and expose my most filthy and shameful face in front of everyone. The face of humiliation... I know Ling He, he lied to you, I have seen him more than ten years ago!..."

Mai Yunliang's lifeless body was hidden in a cold white mist, and his godfather Qi Baoshan suddenly jumped out, and his calm and calm face for so many years also sparkled scarlet: "I know everything about small knives, I know everything You did it on purpose tonight, you duplicity, you went to the appointment not for me at all, you did it for him, you did it for Linghe! You have been doing everything possible to protect him, you have done many things without telling me, you are greedy for men. Nostalgic for old love, you are ungrateful, why did you follow Ling He today, you have long wanted to betray me and leave me!..."

Yan Xiaodao's forehead gradually became hot, and he was very uncomfortable because of the inner torment. He felt that someone was hugging his shoulders, but they could only give him comfort one after another, but could not completely free him from confusion and entanglement.

At this time, Lord Qi was pushed out of his consciousness by another person's sharp palm. This person had black eyebrows and white face, a pair of thin eyes and black hair fluttering in the storm.This face broke through the mist and proudly rushed into his eyes. It was breathtakingly beautiful but heartbreaking.This is Ling He, Ling He said to him: "Xiaodao, you are soft-hearted again, you are soft-hearted and stubborn, you gently tease me but finally reject me. Xiaodao, your loyalty to your godfather is really obsessed I will never change my life, I will never change my stubbornness, I will never repent! I will never let go of those who ruin my family and ruin my life!

Knife why can't you obey me

Why can't you do it for me?

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Yan Xiaodao has always had a calm and introverted temperament, a firm mind, and never hesitated in doing things. When he was sober, he had never experienced such deep pain and entanglement.Only when he was in a coma, the evil demons suppressed in the deepest level of his subconscious finally turned up, showing his ferocious face and clamoring to invade his consciousness, which made him occasionally expose the most real fragility of a man.

He has been strong for so long that many people don't take his heart as a heart and his flesh as a piece of meat, thinking that he is invulnerable, indestructible, and able to carry Mount Tai, but they ignore that he is also It hurts, he hurts too, and he also feels disheartened towards a person.

Since Yan Xiaodao was taken away by Ling He that night, and the day after that, a large section of memory has been blank.

It was also because of his weakness, serious injury, blood loss, tossing and turning in the car, coupled with subconscious resistance to certain things, and the drowsiness effect of the anesthetic, he was almost in a coma for a day and a night, and just rightly survived the most painful ten days of the wound after the operation. hours.

When he woke up again, he was lying on a long, soft and narrow bed. He could see the green and fresh branches outside the double-layered car windows with their tips occasionally tapping on the car window, and then they flew across his field of vision. , They were actually on a high-speed train.

The clean and elegant environment around shows that this is at least a first-class carriage.He was covered with a thick and warm silk quilt and a duck down pillow. These are not like the standard equipment that any train compartment can provide.There is no noise like a vegetable market in the aisle, and there is no chaos and crowding caused by the three schools and nine classes carrying large and small luggage. It seems that Mr. Ling has packed up this carriage.

The person leaning against his lower body and supporting him is Miss Mao.When he turned around and found that his eyes were open, Mao Zhixiu slid forward like a prick in his buttocks, his expression was clearly "I don't want to touch men because they are poisonous"!

Mao Zhixiu coughed lightly, and moistened her voice to make herself appear gentle and clear: "Mr. Ling just went out. He was supposed to sit here, but I didn't sit next to you. Don't get me wrong! He asked me to support your legs, the bed is narrow I'm afraid you'll go down."

Yan Xiaodao didn't speak, but expressed his gratitude to the girl with his eyes.

Mao Zhixiu is an elegant and handsome woman, her face is like white porcelain, her brows and eyes like willow leaves have a deep oriental charm, her appearance is beautiful and not vulgar, and she is very enduring.The girl combed her hair into a bun on top of her head neatly. She wore a hoodie and a pair of low-waisted hip-hop pants. She had black tattoos on her wrists and back of her neck. Her back occasionally looked like a boy.

Yan Xiaodao recalled the chase in the Red Square that day, and commented: "The qinggong is good, and the running is really fast."

Mao Zhixiu was actually surprised that Yan Xiaodao was still willing to talk to her, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I have given in, Mr. Yan!"

Even if Yan Xiaodao was seriously injured, and he was injured at the hands of the group in front of him, he was not born with a vulgar temperament of indifference, arrogance or narrow-mindedness. Wondering what to do next?How to solve how to get out?

Mao Zhixiu was silent for a moment, couldn't hold it back, and suddenly leaned over and lowered his voice: "You misunderstood him last time, Mr. Yan, the person who climbed up and down the cliff behind your house was me, not Mr. Arguing with him because of this."

Yan Xiaodao raised his eyebrows. Obviously, Ling He has been pretending to be lame in his house for so long, and there is always a need for a reliable person to deliver the news. Therefore, Mr. Ling only needs to sit at Mr. Yan's house and play the piano every day, and he will take care of everything. global.However, it's not just such an insignificant factor that he turned against Ling He and fought...

He asked, "Are you still climbing every day?"

Mao Zhixiu lightly shook his shoulders, the cat's tail was raised, and said proudly: "Morning and evening, as long as Boss Ling is on the terrace, I'll go up and chat with him, and it's like exercising. He's not as good as climbing a wall." Neither I nor he can come down!"

"Hmph." Yan Xiaodao sneered, "Miss, you are really good."

"Who said I can't get down?!" The low and melodious voice with an obvious aggressive tone broke the air in the car.As soon as Ling He's tall figure appeared, it instantly filled the visual space, and by the way, it also sucked most of the air in the compartment, making the surroundings immediately appear stuffy and cramped.

The atmosphere of chatting between Miss Mao and Yan Xiaodao disappeared immediately, and they all stopped talking.

Ling He's eyes quickly slid across Yan Xiaodao's face. This was actually the first time Yan Xiaodao saw someone face to face after he woke up after the bloody knife light.The tight corners of the mouths of the two didn't take the initiative to soften and greet each other, and they didn't open their mouths, but the scene was instantly cold.

Mao Zhixiu pursed his lips, and jumped away with great eyesight, which was more nimble than climbing walls and jumping buildings. He jumped to the bed on the other side of the aisle and lay down, lest he be splashed by the venom of his moody master. face.A group of friends who were looking around at the Seriously Wounded quickly averted their eyes, but you can bet that the group of people did not avoid their ears.

Ling He is proud, always holds his head high, and won't be embarrassed in the cold.In Mr. Ling's life dictionary, he doesn't have many words to describe the mental state of a normal person, and of course he doesn't use gentle words to coax people into apologizing.Who has Ling He talked softly to?Will Ling He regret and apologize for his behavior?

Ling He bent down to examine Yan Xiaodao's right foot, and said, "I know that the railroad track is very bumpy and painful, and I gave you a painkiller shot, and the station will be there in half an hour, bear with it!"

The man said that he naturally sat next to Yan Xiaodao's legs, this seat should be his, he could sit for hours, waiting for Xiaodao to wake up.

Yan Xiaodao finally spoke first, and there was no need for greetings and opening remarks: "Where are you taking me?"

Yan Xiaodao was in a daze for a while, Linghe wanted to take him away?Is it possible to escort him out of the country directly?He thought that Linghe's people must have a stronghold near Jinmen in Yandu, a safe hiding place, and they would continue to strangle Lord Qi to death.

Will Ling He give up on the plan?

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Of course, Ling He wouldn't want to be in pain and prepare for the prodigal son to turn around just because Mr. Yan got stabbed in. He won't change his mind, but he can change his strategy, from a direct attack to a roundabout one.

He just got off the phone with the stay-at-home deployment in the bathroom.The Municipal Bureau Yamen urgently dispatched manpower to investigate the vicious traffic accident at Pier 5.According to current internal information, the victim of the accident, You Moumou, was killed on the spot due to the explosion of the fuel tank, while the perpetrator, Watanabe, was burnt and fell into the water and suffocated, showing severe cerebral hypoxia and lying half dead in the ICU.There are still some minor injuries on the patrol boat, but most of them are not of native nationality, they are actually a group of little devils.Yamen even sent a private note to the country's embassy about this shitty matter, and it is estimated that international good relations should also be considered when handling it.

Traces of an armed fight were found on the pier, but the most important witnesses at the scene, Watanabe Yangshan and You Jinglian, could not give a statement at this time, and could not prove who plotted them, who planned the fire and...

Some people who knew the inside story, such as the other three old men who were supposed to gather at Guanchao Villa, of course, would not go to testify or confess to the police. Burning a pot of paper and a stick of incense on Qingming Festival is considered kind and benevolent.

Of course, within the wider sphere of influence of the Internet Keyboard Man, this tragedy was fabricated as the last chapter of the story.The case of Mai Yunliang was finally redressed, and Mr. Youjia was described as a sinner who had been struck by lightning, while the old man Watanabe actually earned a reputation for doing justice for the sky!

Eyeliners are everywhere around Qi's house in the old city, but the scheming Qi Baoshan stays at home and does not move.

Under such circumstances, Ling He chose not to be in love with fighting and procrastinating, and quickly left the important place of Jinmen and headed south.It is hopeless for You Jinglian to surrender himself, and Qi Ye will naturally carry it to the end and never tell the truth. The police are too slow to solve the case, and the "leader brother" behind him is deeply rooted and powerful. For the current plan, Linghe can only change the road and find another way, and the false path will be destroyed. Guo.

Ling He was very persistent and said to Yan Xiaodao: "Xiaodao, I want to take you to some places in the south, I want you to witness and hear many truths of those years, and I want you to finally understand that what you used to move yourself Your loyalty and loyalty are nothing more than your obsession and insistence on going your own way. These days, you are always restricting me by being wary and jealous, and even attacking me... It is your own stubbornness and unrepentance!"

Ling He seemed to be displaying his mind-reading skills again, every sentence stabbed his ribs, causing Yan Xiaodao's chest to ache again.

To say that the tempers of the two are still similar, the Mao girl lying on the opposite bunk helplessly spread her hands at her companion, and she couldn't help but want to whip him: Young master, how do you deal with a pure man and tough guy like Mr. Yan? First learn the trick of transforming the bone and cotton palm, and then learn the trick of grasping the flower and brushing the acupoints. If he scratches you, you can scratch it gently, and you will be able to turn a hundred tempered steel into soft fingers!You come up with a set of Dugu Nine Swords, first poking people into three knives and six holes, and then Baguazhang, Fumo Palm and Dali Vajra Palm take turns to greet you, Mr. Yan, does he accept your set? !Hey, EQ is hopelessly low...

The train moved forward on the track at high speed in a monotonous and repetitive rhythm, as if deliberately urging the two people who were awkward in silence, look forward all the way, don't look back, it will be a cavity of blood and tears.

Yan Xiaodao looked up at the ceiling of the carriage, and nodded: "I also want to understand many things. I was negligent at the time, and I can't blame you if I got caught. So, it was actually you who spread the news and led us to wait on the boat. Just like the routine in the battle of Guanchao Twin Towers this time, you always wanted to catch Qi Ye, but unfortunately you caught me; you are not a big fish, I am that fish. It’s just that my silver carp is not It's worth money, and it's too troublesome to kill or cut, so you find another way, you choose to live in my house and stay with me to start, and then what happened to Mr. Mai..."

The facts of the plot narrated by Yan Xiaodao are basically clear, there is only one point where Ling He disagrees, but he can't speak.

Xiaodao, is your big fish worthless?You are the most expensive harvest of a trip to the South Island. Compared with you, others can be directly classified as a pile of bait and food, toads and earthworms, not even fish! ... Ling He meditated in his heart.

Yan Xiaodao calmed down, glanced at a group of people pretending to be asleep and eavesdropping, and said slowly: "Aboard the 'Cloud', not only are you not in any danger, but the whole situation is under your control. With your abilities, you can You won't be hurt by that stupid donkey at Watanabe Yangshan. To be captured is to go deep into the tiger's den, and to pretend to be weak is to lead the snake out of the hole. I admire your courage, Linghe. There are your people everywhere on the boat. I didn't know them before, but last night was considered complete. Yes. The guy who lives in the economy class on the "Cloud" on the left side of me is the guy with short hair on the upper bunk. He has a mole on the left side of the back of his neck. That girl is in the cabin on the right, but she changed her face at that time, so I always thought that there was a man living next door, and the smell of perfume was exposed, and she always used this kind of perfume. Linghe, where do you even live with me? Is there a prophet in every cabin?"

Opposite the upper bunk and the lower bunk, stretched out two heads that couldn't hold back and liked to rush to answer and speak, and couldn't wait to explain: "No, Mr. Yan! It's just a coincidence, this is fate!"

"And only that row of cabins is discounted and cheap, and the others are extremely expensive, and we can't buy them in groups. There are so many of us, we need to save money!..."

The two minions were quickly forced back by Ling He's gaze, and continued to maintain a stiff posture pretending to be asleep.

Everyone in the carriage was secretly amazed and admired. Yan Xiaodao was seriously injured and just woke up from anesthesia. His mind is so clear and his speech is coherent. Back then, even the slightest clues on the boat could not escape the eyes of this person. It was really difficult to deal with...

Yan Xiaodao's wound still hurts, but his mood is calm, and he has indeed given up: "Ling He, let me ask one more question, how did Mai Yunliang die."

This was the reason they had turned against each other in the first place, and it was a bloody heart knot stuck between the two of them.

Ling He quickly looked away, frowning, obviously unwilling to talk about this topic: "The police have closed the case, and everyone knows that Mr. Mai committed suicide."

Yan Xiaodao replied: "The police will quickly close the case and say that You Haodong died in an accident caused by the shooting at Watanabe Yangshan. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have thought of it."

"..." Ling He turned his head to stare at Yan Xiaodao, anger and grievance suddenly burst out in his eyes, and he was forced to confess: "I arranged a few people in the hotel, and even cheated on the phone, but Mai Yunliang is dead Suicide, I didn't teach him!"

Ling He couldn't bear it and added: "I haven't played with those disgusting things before, I can't teach them!"

After Ling He finished speaking, he turned his face away, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he was also hit by some old memories covered up in the old papers that made him sick, and his spine trembled slightly.

Yan Xiaodao heard what Ling He meant, but deliberately skipped over sensitive topics that could easily lead to conflicts.Mai Yunliang said that he met Ling He in that "circle", and Ling He said that he had never played with those "disgusting things"...

Yan Xiaodao said in a hoarse voice: "You found someone to shoot that video, you really shouldn't, just like that... leave no room or face."

He didn't intend to blame Ling He as an afterthought, especially because of Mai Yunliang. When he has exhausted his tenderness and affection for the person in front of him, why does it still hurt when he says something?

Ling He proudly said: "I have already shown kindness to Mr. Mai. I didn't care much about him when he was alive, and only released the video after he died. I gave him enough face when he was alive! He is cowardly and useless when he is alive. Kefu, everyone is gone now, if you can use this to bring down Youjia and Jianjia with one stone, even if he dies, there is still value, why can't I do it?!"

Ling He's green eyes made no secret of his inherent domineering and domineering nature, and his words were justified, without showing any compassion or remorse.

Yan Xiaodao closed his eyes, and at that moment, he was suddenly separated from the person in front of him. It seemed that many trivial things quietly accumulated over time and finally caused the dam to burst, which touched his bottom line and made him unable to accept what Ling He did. for.

The two of them chatted casually for a few words, and they chatted about the sparks of swords and swords. The harmony in the past was indeed an illusion created by Ling He's deliberate manipulation of temperament and grievances!

What's more, now that the strength of the two and the offensive and defensive situation have been completely reversed, Ling He's subordinates are numerous and powerful, they can come and go freely, life and death can be easily controlled, and the sharpness between the brows and the corners of the eyes can't be concealed.If he can still treat Xiaodao tenderly and kindly, he must be thinking about the old love, and the mutual benevolence and righteousness are still there if the business fails.