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"You can just drop the dragging couple after you've got the information you want."

After closing the balcony door, He Hongxue walked into the room and lit as many candles as possible. There was a warm fire burning in the fireplace, and the charred wood made a sizzling sound. Mingchen sat cross-legged on the soft wool carpet beside the fireplace On, with his head down, he was wiping the bruise on his ankle with medicine and wrapping it with a bandage.

"I'm very different from what you imagined me?"

Ming Chen didn't raise his head, he skillfully bandaged the bruise on his ankle and then began to wipe his wrist. The snow-white bandage wrapped around his hands and feet gave him a unique aesthetic feeling.

Walking across from Mingchen, He Hongxue sat down and put a glass of wine in his hand beside the man.

He fixed his eyes on Mingchen, moved his wine glass to his lips, took a sip, and suddenly smiled: "...I have an unreal feeling that the man I fell in love with at first sight is actually the king of ruthless secret agents in the rumor center, unexpectedly... I was so close to myself."

Not completely cold-blooded, is it?

If he was really a person without feelings, he would not miss his deceased mentor Altaïr, would not protect his sick sister from being known at all, and would not help a couple in District [-] Unfamiliar siblings.

Seriously, Ming Chen can easily take a person's life without blinking an eye, but at the same time this dangerous man also has a tender side.

Contradictory yet unexpected harmony.

"The past means that it has passed, and it is useless to blindly recall the past."

Bite the bandage lightly with his teeth and tie a knot. Ming Chen picked up the wine glass beside him and drank more than half of it in a sip. The brewing technology in the eleventh district is not as good as that in the first district. Very enjoyable.

"The war in District [-] has not subsided yet. If the fire broke out in District [-] again, King Phillips, no matter how stupid he is, should be aware that something is wrong." He glanced lightly at He Hongxue, and the somewhat tired man squeezed the space between his brows lightly, "What are you doing?" Confidence in overthrowing Phillips?"

"No one is willing to be oppressed for a lifetime. For the people in District [-] and District [-], there is no worse life. If the war can gain a little hope, why not fight for it?"

He Hongxue took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and after unfolding it was a map, with a red circle drawn on the place marked as a prison, and Ming Chen could see that it was the prison that was captured today.

"You planned the so-called mob attack on the prison?" Ming Chen glanced at He Hongxue.

Pursing her lips and smiling faintly, He Hongxue raised the wine glass, half of his side face was flickering in the flickering candlelight, and it was somewhat similar to He Wenxuan's face, with a more mature temperament, more ruthless, and more active .

"If you were given a choice, who would you choose between me and He Wenxuan?" Ming Chen picked up half a glass of wine beside him, and the glass made a crisp sound when it was lightly touched.

He Hongxue raised his wine glass with a smile and took a sip, his eyes remained on the man opposite him: "Are you trying to provoke the relationship between us brothers?"

"Do you still need me to provoke the relationship between you brothers?" Mingchen twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Whether it's your deception to He Wenhan, or the things you did on purpose when you already knew that Wenxuan and I were going to get engaged. ...after all that has happened, how much trust between you brothers do you think is left?"

Mingchen looked at He Hongxue, and asked again seriously: "He Wenxuan and I, who would you choose?"

"Is it useful to choose? You will not choose He Wenhan, you will not choose me, and you will not be He Wenxuan." He Hongxue has already seen through the mind of the man in front of him, "You have only one choice from the beginning to the end, and it is yours. Mentor Altaïr, he saved you, taught you everything, became the first man to possess you, and also the first...to take away your heart."

Lightly touching Mingchen's chest with her fingers, He Hongxue put down the wine glass in her hand and leaned forward, approaching suddenly, Mingchen stepped back slightly.

He Hongxue supported Mingchen's body with both hands and focused on the man in front of him. No matter how close the relationship had been between them, and no matter how close the distance between them was at this moment, even after knowing the other party's identity From then on, facing Mingchen, He Hongxue always felt that there was an invisible wall between him and Mingchen.

It is impossible to peek, let alone touch the real soul under the layers of defense of the opponent.

Who to choose between Ming Chen and He Wenxuan?This is a question that cannot be uttered but has an affirmative answer in his heart. He Hongxue sometimes envies his younger brother He Wenxuan.

As the head of the He family, he has always had the final say on everything about the He family, and he is the one who makes decisions.

Probably subconsciously, He Hongxue thought he was stronger than his two younger brothers.

He couldn't cover his eyes and pretend he didn't know the difference between Mingchen's treatment of him and He Wenxuan's.

Just like now, even if he and him can touch each other's lips just by getting closer, Mingchen's eyes are full of indifference without warmth, it seems that no matter what he does, this man's attitude towards him is always cold indifferent.

What if it was He Wenxuan instead?Will this man still be so calm?

"Altaïr is dead, no matter what you do now, there is no way to bring Altaïr back. Ming Chen, all you have done is to make up for your regrets. After Taylor's revenge, what will you do in the future, how will you live your life?"

He Hongxue supported the man's shoulders with both hands, and said, "If your mentor was still alive, he wouldn't want you to live in such a muddle."

"If my mentor is still alive?" Ming Chen suddenly laughed, he shook his head helplessly, gently pushed He Hongxue away, got up, walked to the side of the leather chair and sat down, two slender legs The legs are crossed together.

"You probably don't know Altaïr very well. If he can see me now, he must be very satisfied with what I have done, very satisfied that he has become a nightmare that I can't get rid of, and hope very much that I will never forget it from now on. He..." Ming Jian paused, and said in a ridiculous tone, "He is such a man who looks great but is actually very selfish."

The so-called playing tricks on people's hearts, Ming Chen just learned from Altaïr.

"No matter what you Almighty Sect intends to do, it has nothing to do with me."

Now that he knows who the power behind the Almighty Cult is, Ming Chen has no plans to stay. He is not interested in knowing whether the He family's control of the Almighty Cult is to overthrow Phillips' rule or become the new master of the world. He is used to it All alone.

He was happy to create problems and stir up trouble, but he didn't want to get himself involved.

"Why did you come to the Eleventh District? You didn't come here for a vacation? Mingchen, I can help you." He Hongxue looked at the man's back and strode over, "The Almighty Sect has already infiltrated into the Eleventh District." Everywhere, I can help you easily get what you get, no matter how powerful you are, you will always be alone..."

He Hongxue grabbed the man's wrist, and he gently rubbed the white bandage on Mingchen's wrist, his voice was as soft as the charming moonlight outside the window: "You will get hurt too, won't you?"

"Thank you for your concern." A cold smile.

"Ming Chen--"

The temperature at the fingertips was quickly blown away by the cold wind blowing from the balcony. He Hongxue watched helplessly as the man pushed open the door leading to the balcony, and jumped from the balcony into the night like an illusory shadow.

Standing on the balcony, He Hongxue looked at the man walking alone on the street not far away. Just when Ming Chen's figure was about to disappear into the crowd, the man stopped suddenly, turned around and grabbed a man's clothes collar.

Slightly squinting his eyes, He Hongxue took a deep breath, and when he looked for Ming Chen again, both Ming Chen and that man disappeared.

"Even if Altaïr is dead, there is still He Wenxuan who can make you unable to maintain absolute calm. I know I shouldn't be jealous of my younger brother..." He Hongxue lowered his voice as the hands holding the balcony railing gradually tightened, " Just like you can't get rid of Altaïr's nightmare, do you know that you are also my nightmare, Ming Chen."

Can't give up.

In the narrow and dark alley, the sharp blade reflected a dangerous cold light under the bleak moonlight. With just a little force, he could easily cut open the opponent's skin and blood vessels, and the warm and bright red blood would be stained with moonlight .

The young man who was following secretly was pressed against the cold wall by Mingchen, and the cold air overflowed from the cold blade, but he was not affected at all, neither panic nor fear, the helpless and gentle eyes made the surrounding air change. It got warmer, and the spring water in March generally lingered around the whole body.

"Have the guts to follow but not come out to meet me, He Wenxuan?"

"Do you want to see me?"

Stretching out his hands to gently wrap his arms around the opponent's waist, He Wenxuan suddenly leaned forward. This sudden move forced Ming Chen to put away the blade that was pressing on He Wenxuan's neck.

"I want to see you, Ming Chen." Holding the man's back tightly, He Wenxuan flipped the positions of the two of them and pressed Ming Chen between himself and the wall, leaning forward and kissing the other's lips, even though Ming Chen He still held a deadly weapon in his hand that could kill him at any time.