Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

Nie Qingyue signaled Song Yanhe to wait a while, and answered the phone first.In order to implement the promise he had just made of "everything must be told to others", he directly pressed the speakerphone, "What's wrong."

"Boss, I have interrogated the few people brought back from the hospital one by one, and their confessions are basically correct. They are 'hunters' who specialize in rewards. They heard the news of your injury and wanted to pick up a cheap one. The person who issued the reward has not Found it, but I looked at the update date of the reward list, and I should be able to find out who did it."

"Well, let's deal with it."

"Understood." Wang Daqiao hung up the phone swiftly.

Song Yanhe watched Nie Qingyue hang up the phone and asked, "What should I do?"

His eyes were originally brown, but when they were illuminated by the light, they became clearer, like crystal clear amber.

Nie Qingyue didn't know how to answer this worrying person for a while, so he leaned back on the sofa and asked him, "If you weren't here yesterday, I might be lying in the coffin now, and you will miss me by then." I can only take a small white flower to see me. If you were me, how would you deal with it?"

That sound of gunfire loaded with gunshots is still deafening when I think about it now, and the blood on Nie Qingyue's back is also vivid.Song Yanhe's eyes lingered on Nie Qingyue's face for a moment, then turned out of the window, "The assailant is proficient in marksmanship. He hit you in the back of the heart with a single shot. It must not be the first time he has committed a crime. You should be punished for killing evil. The cooperators who are motivated by money are driven by money. You should be punished for helping the evildoers. , the publisher..."

Looking out from the sofa they were sitting on, outside the window was a tall cypress tree with unfallen thorn leaves, blocking the light from the street lamp outside the building.

"He wants to kill you." Song Yanhe lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his clear pupils, his amber-wrapped pupils were as black as ink, "It won't work this time, and those bounty hunters won't let it go. people are gone."

This building is almost like their single family, and the surrounding buildings are still a little far away. The two of them didn't speak, and the surrounding area became quiet for a while.

"If Wang Daqiao can't find him, I'll help you 'handle' him."

Nie Qingyue had never heard him say such a serious word before. After digesting for a while, he asked softly, "Then, have you ever thought about why they wanted to kill me? Maybe I have done the things you said?"

Song Yanhe glanced at him, and his tone was a little bit more accusatory: "Is there any need to think about it? Everything reincarnates, how can others buy your life for no reason."

"Knowing that you still help me?" Nie Qingyue covered his eyes with one hand and looked at him through his fingers, "Baby, your heart is so dark. Are you afraid of punishment from God?"

Song Yanhe was amused by his intermittent coquettishness, and hooked his fingers at him.

Nie Qingyue immediately came over knowingly, supported his ears, and heard him whispering in a very soft voice: "If there is a punishment from the sky, I will block the punishment from the sky for you. If someone punishes you, I will turn it into a human punishment for you."

Caught off guard and ate a large candy, the taboo-like sweetness has been sweetened to the bottom of Nie Qingyue's heart.He nodded in ecstasy, and asked again, "Why are you talking so quietly?"

Song Yanhe sat back straight, straightened his sleeves, raised his peachy eyes, and flew a glance at Nie Qingyue: "What if there is really a god? Don't let them hear it, so as not to block my hand when it happens."

Those brows and eyes were full of spring and smile, and there were thousands of romantic feelings. Nie Qingyue was so shocked that his heart trembled. He felt that there was no need to confront each other about "like it or not" and "admit it or not".It doesn't matter if some words are clear or not, as long as the person in front of him is an old Taoist priest, he will have a bottom line in his heart.

Nie Qingyue calmed down for a while, and then asked softly like him: "Honey, have you ever killed someone?"

"Murder," Song Yanhe didn't seem to shy away from it, he spread his right hand in front of Nie Qingyue, and said calmly, "A sword is in the hand, and all the monsters bow their heads. I have cut off traitors and Xiaoxiao with this hand." , have received demons, caught ghosts, exorcised demons, killed monsters, and acted for the heavens with countless ghosts, so it’s not just killing people?”

This is a bit bloody, and anyone who listens to it will think that it is a sensational tale of the Arabian Nights, and you can walk around the streets to deceive people with a banner, but Nie Qingyue feels that Song Yanhe is very vivid at this time, with every move and gesture. They all seem to be able to express their feelings.This made him regret that he didn't hold on to Song Yanhe sooner, causing the two of them to be separated for so long. He also wanted to let Song Yanhe see him when he was still young a few more times in his lifetime.

Nie Qingyue was afraid that his mouth would be too sour to spoil the atmosphere, so he played tricks: "Honey, this is the first time I've heard you brag."

Song Yanhe started to pinch the sword formula: "Do you want to try?"

"That's not what it means." Nie Qingyue hurriedly pressed his hand, and asked with an expression of "getting cheap and being good-looking", "I don't understand, you are so powerful, why do you always get bullied by me?"

Song Yanhe sighed lightly, and held his hand: "What do you think?"

Even though there are tens of thousands of places in the world where he can go freely and unrestrainedly, he still returns to this person after all. He wants to talk and reason, and he just puts down the countless battles between heaven and man in his heart, blindfolds his eyes and walks in the dark. What year and month did he go, when and where.

Nie Qingyue was numb from his sigh, and wrapped his arms around his waist again: "Call 'husband' and listen."

"Keep an inch." Song Yanhe sat upright and pulled his hands off his body.I haven't invited the patriarch Xian'an, and I haven't paid homage to the parents of heaven and earth, how can I call them so casually? ...Although I have done more random things.

Nie Qingyue was not reconciled, and discussed: "Then I will call you, and then you will call me again, okay?"

Song Yanhe stared at him, noncommittal: "Huh?"

"Husband... no, this doesn't sound good, why are you shaking, it doesn't count, let's do it again." Nie Qingyue cleared his throat, and called again, "Husband."

If people are familiar enough, you can tell the truth from the words by the tone of voice, and you can tell the emotion by the sound.This call, in Nie Qingyue's accustomed rhetoric and cynicism, can really be awarded "genuine goods at a fair price".

Song Yanhe was quite useful, and he responded leisurely: "En."

"Hmm, um, it's your turn." Nie Qingyue put his hands on Song Yanhe's shoulders who wanted to get up, pushed him back into the sofa, and asked with a complicated expression, "Song Yanhe, don't you want to call me?"

Song Yanhe pursed his lips and couldn't hide his smile: "It's not that you don't want to call me, but you've already called me that, what should I call you?"

"It's also called husband." Nie Qingyue drew a beautiful blueprint for him, "We are husband and husband, who cares? How about I call you wife, would you be happy? Although I think so in my heart, but I don't want to call you that either. Sometimes I feel that you are so delicate that I want to hold them in both hands, and sometimes you are so handsome that I feel hard when I look at you."

Talking and talking is not serious.

"Oh." Song Yanhe responded lightly.

Nie Qingyue coaxed patiently: "Huh? Let's call."

"Don't call me that in the future." Song Yanhe finally condescended and said, "I don't want to suffer this nameless loss."

"We're still in nameless?" Nie Qingyue thought for a while before realizing, "What do you mean, you want to come up and hurt me?"

"Cough." Song Yanhe looked around at the furniture that was paralyzed by Nie Qingyue and forced back to its place by Wang Daqiao. He was concentrating on it, and his face was blushing. He didn't know whether it was because of bragging just now or because he thought of something and climbed up again.

Nie Qingyue patted his strong chest muscles, and let out a muffled voice as if hitting a thick wall: "Waiting for you at any time, do you want me to pull up a banner to welcome you? When we are done, we will say 'Sir, walk slowly and come again next time'?"

"Ahem." Song Yanhe propped his elbows on the sofa to cover his face and rubbed between his brows.

"It's all right." Nie Qingyue collapsed on the sofa by himself, and with a strong hand, he pulled Song Yanhe onto him, "I'm serious. Do you want to try it? You have never eaten pork, but you have seen pigs run. Come on." .”

In the old Changbai Mountains, the ice layer did not melt for thousands of years, the ears were filled with blizzards and winds, every time a spirit beast broke through, it would trigger a volcanic eruption and the sky thundered down to the top. Lin Lang is resistant to cold and frost, has a physique that can't be boiled well, and can't be knocked down by lightning.

As a noble nine-tailed fox demon in the demon spirit world, of course he must absorb the essence of heaven and earth and the spiritual energy of the sun and the moon to feed on, but he is still a fox after all, he is young and lacks concentration. Day and night, he searched for the clues of the prey in the snow, so practiced that he could smell what kind of food was cooked in the university cafeteria a few kilometers away from here today, and what kind of stuffed buns were cooked.

With such a sense of smell, the sense of hearing is naturally not too bad. In addition, you can sense the surrounding changes by pressing your paws down.

So this place can't live now, right?He really didn't mean to listen to the wall.

Lin Lang had two big dark circles under his eyes, and covered his ears to block the ear-piercing voice from Nie Qingyue downstairs.

"All right, all right, you can do whatever you want, baby, today you have the final say..."

"No! Wait, this is my first time too, you should think about how to do it first..."

"You, you slow down, I won't run... Pour some more oil, let me get used to it..."

"I gave up my life to accompany the gentleman! Do as you like, I frowned and my surname is not Nie..."

"Call me, my husband, listen... um, good boy... call again..."

... Song Yanhe really screamed.

Lin Lang felt that a thunderbolt struck his head, and the fox fur all over his body exploded.

It is completely unimaginable that Song Yanhe, the Immortal of Song Yanhe, who was in the past with immortal demeanor and fluttering clothes, is now getting together with an idiot like Nie Qingyue, and calling him...

Why do these mortals have sex regardless of season?

I came here all night yesterday, are you still here today to sing and sing every night?

Let the fox go to sleep!Does anyone take care of these two silly roe deer in love?

Not paying attention at all, Lin Lang, whose hour hand was already pointing to "10", took out his mobile phone and dialed it, which was probably the only call he could make except for takeaway.

"Chen Mu, have you eaten yet?"

The person on the phone doesn't sound very energetic either. I don't know if it's because of the exhaustion of work or the exhaustion of the mind: "After the meal, I can drink a little wine. When is it?"

No matter how new and firm the bed is, it is inevitable that there will be some movement, and Lin Lang's paws on the ground are shocked.

Nie Qingyue: "Ah... Cool!... Baby, you are so good..."

Unbearable, Lin Lang took the phone and jumped out of the window: "Now!"