Little Slag Rebirth

"Mu Xiangqiu, have you thought about it, is it your brother or your Mu family's family business that is more important?"

The person who spoke was a handsome and elegant young man. His usual glasses were placed on the table, and his unshaded eyes were now gloomy and cold.As he spoke, he tugged at the chain in his hand. The other end of the iron chain, which was as thick as an adult's thumb, was tied around a boy's neck. The boy was curled up on the ground, unconscious. Following the chain, he raised his head involuntarily, and his big, silent eyes had no focus. .

"Lianxia, ​​don't you want to say hello to your brother? Look, how kind I am to you. I know your brother is coming, so I specially dressed you." He patted the young man's face with a gentle tone, "I personally Choose, do you like it?"

The young man only had a large black shirt on his body, and his exposed fair skin was covered with bruises and wounds, and he turned a deaf ear to the young man's words.

The young man didn't care either, he looked at the person in the wheelchair opposite with some complacency, "Lan Xia looks best in black, as I said earlier."

"Ah, that's right!" He seemed to think of something suddenly, "It's my fault that Lianxia is so depressed today, I forgot about it." A tube of rose-colored injection was injected into the boy's body, "It will be fine soon Alright, good."

The man in the wheelchair frowned, his long and narrow eyes were bottomless, he didn't stop him, but the veins in his hands covered under the thin blanket were already bulging, and the neatly manicured nails dug into his palms fiercely.

The young man's breathing gradually became faster, his eyes were filled with misty water vapor, his skin turned a beautiful pink, and against the background of the colorful marks all over his body, he looked fragile and attractive.

He struggled to look up at the man opposite him, and when he saw the wheelchair under the man, he almost couldn't breathe in pain—how could his brother, such a strong and proud person, become like this... He met the man Unfortunately, he couldn't see the man's eyes clearly. The medicine was too strong, and his vision was already blurred.

Even if he could see clearly, so what? Those eyes must be cold and glaring. He raised the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner. How sad and ridiculous is Mu Lianxia in the eyes of the world? !For a man who sold out the family business, came out openly and pissed off his mother to death, only to finally realize that the love he had always believed in was nothing but self-righteousness. Just use it...

If it wasn't for him, the man at the helm of the Mu Group, the man known as a business myth, would have been hurt so far...

He laughed silently, and slowly crawled up to the young man, as obedient as a kitten.

The young man smiled with satisfaction, "What a cute..." His voice stopped abruptly as if a switch had been pressed, his eyes widened in disbelief, and a gun was pushed into his head, a gun he was so familiar with. But the gun, because

Just a few seconds ago, the gun was still on his waist.

The young man calmed down quickly, and he sneered disdainfully, "Why, is this medicine not strong enough? Tsk tsk, this is the best thing I have in my hands, and you still have strength! Could it be that you have gotten used to it these days? ? You are really talented..."

The chain around his neck tightened suddenly, almost making him breathless. He paused, secretly regretting not leaving someone in the room, but who would have thought that after being tortured for several days in a row, he is still hit Will Mu Lianxia, ​​the medicine master, return the strength to do this?Out of the corner of Tang Yufeng's eyes, he secretly glanced at the young man behind him, but in the next moment his whole body was icy cold - those eyes, which were usually as beautiful as opals when he smiled best, now showed almost cruel determination and coldness, which even made him feel terrified.

His palms were covered with cold sweat, but he said mockingly on his face: "Mu Lianxia, ​​should I say you are innocent or whimsical? They are all my people outside, you can't escape."

"Hehe..." The young man's low and unmoving smile sounded creepy at the moment, and he led the young man back step by step, "Tang Yufeng, who said I was going to run away? Do you think I'm holding a gun? What are you going to do, shoot you to death? Are you kidding me? Who doesn't know that the second young master of the Mu family is the most indecisive, the benevolence of a woman. Tell me, how could such a wimpy second young master of the Mu family have the guts to kill someone with a gun? Well..." The young man's voice was panting with patience due to his physical condition, and his voice had been broken since the incident before, but his tone was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

The young man moved away the gun that was on Tang Yufeng's head. Tang Yufeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had given up, but a gunshot sounded unexpectedly in his ear, followed by the sound of glass breaking and the young man He murmured hoarsely, "...so, please go to hell with me."

Mu Lianxia, ​​who fell from the sky together with Tang Yufeng, didn't see the ferocious expression of the man in the wheelchair, nor did he hear the desperate and mournful wailing like a dying beast. He didn't even know it. Less than a minute after he jumped down, Mu Xiangqiu's staff calmly and quietly eliminated all Tang Yufeng's people outside.

Those people pushed open the door of the room after completing the task as originally planned, and all they saw was a shard of glass and a red-eyed man in front of the French window without glass.

They had never seen Mu Xiangqiu who was so desperate and groggy, not even when they learned that he would be a wheelchair for the rest of his life...

The man sat in the wheelchair, replaying the three words that the boy silently said to him when he disappeared in front of the window over and over again in his mind——

"I do not have……"

On the young man's face was a kind of relief that was about to be released, but in his eyes was buried such deep sadness and silence. At the last moment of his life, he wanted to tell his brother...

【I didn't betray you...】

He spoke silently, without even expecting the man to believe it.

But it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not...

"Fool..." Why...don't wait a little longer...

The man buried his head in his palm, and the transparent liquid slipped from between his fingers and dripped onto the black marble floor, faintly reflecting the cold light.

The author has something to say: Baby Xiaoxia: Fenger, go to hell with me.

Mu Xiangqiu: Then what should I do? Author, where are you?!