Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

In the empty taekwondo hall, Li Li stood in the center, his eagle eyes coveted the man with a height of more than two meters and a strong figure opposite him, his muscles were as hard as plastic, Li Qi clenched his fist inadvertently .

There was a voice echoing in my ears: "Kill him, or he will kill you, you can only beat him, kill him, kill him..."

Ever since the witch Xin Xue pushed him into the middle of the 12 killers, Li Li started the inhumane training. Today's training program is to kill the giant in front of him. The difference in strength between the two sides can be seen from the size. However, Mo Li Li can only win, otherwise, he will die.

Mo Li closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had gathered the fighting consciousness and rushed towards the giant.Turning around and kicking, the opponent didn't move at all. Li Li was frustrated, and then mustered up more courage to hit the opponent's abdomen with his fists one after another. He used enough force, but it didn't have the slightest effect. Instead, he looked ridiculous.Li Li raised his head to look at the giant. The man's wide nostrils exhaled rough breath, and his clumsy body began to move.He lifted Mo Li up like a chicken and threw him far away.

Li Li was in pain like shattering. Li Li struggled to prop up his body. He wiped the nosebleed on his face carelessly with the palm of his hand. Looking back, he saw that the giant was approaching him with heavy steps, stepping heavily on the ground with one foot. his belly.That kind of weight was enough to crush his internal organs, Li Li turned around deftly, escaped the catastrophe, and quickly got up to start a tragic fight with him.

But the coach next to him watched the fight with full leisure.

Blood and sweat splattered on the wooden floor, exuding a rotten smell. He was so tired that he wanted to give up. The loud panting was filled with the breath of death. Li Qi could no longer move, his neck was strangled by the other party, and the air was no longer possible. After entering the lungs, the consciousness became thinner and thinner. Mo Li's wide eyes were full of unwillingness and panic. For a moment, the person he had been thinking about day and night appeared in his sight, standing upright, with an indifferent silence. , and with a free-spirited and illusory view of the world, he looked back at Mo Li and smiled, like a cool summer breeze.

Li Li stretched out his hand tremblingly towards that figure... "Brother-in-law..."

"Mo Li... Mo Li, ah..."

Cheng Qiyan sat up from the bed in panic, beads of sweat dripped down his face, his flat chest heaved violently, and the images from the nightmare kept flashing in his mind.

"Qihiko, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, a reassuring sound came from behind him. Cheng Qiyan turned his head and saw Tan Yuran standing in the orange light. Everything seemed to have found its resting place.

He put a pajamas on Cheng Qiyan's naked body, "What's wrong?"

"I dreamed of Mo Li..." Cheng Qiyan's thin lips overflowed with a broken murmur, "He called me from a place I couldn't see...but I heard it, I heard it..." He grabbed it very hard. Tan Yuran's hands and handsome brows showed a seldom-expressed sadness. At this moment, he let down his guard, "He called me brother-in-law, and it's the same when Bingyan died. There is no blood relationship, but it can't be cut. Family affection is my responsibility, but I... lost him, I deserve to die!"

Cheng Qiyan blamed himself for slapping himself when he was excited, and Tan Yuran clamped his wrist gently and firmly.

He pressed Cheng Qiyan's tense body into his embrace, and Tan Yuran also blamed himself, because he had already known about Mo Li's whereabouts, but kept it a secret, and he didn't want Cheng Qiyan to be in danger.

In the past, it was necrotic, like a hidden tumor, which needed to be removed, and Li Li was also among them...all of which needed to be obliterated.

Cheng Qiyan felt eroded by the cold, and he unconsciously wanted to get close to Tan Yuran, because there seemed to be a magnetic field of warmth and tenderness.

A gap was melted in the ice-like heart, and some fear flowed out from it. Cheng Qiyan suddenly had the urge to tell, he straightened his body from Tan Yuran's arms, and took a deep breath.

"you come up."

"Ah."

Tan Yuran lifted the quilt and climbed onto the bed, and the two sat face to face. Cheng Qiyan expressed the knot in his heart for many years that he could never let go of.

"Although I have lost my memory for three years, I have not forgotten everything. Bingyan's death is a pain carved into my life, because I know that her death was not an accident, but was killed intentionally! I have always believed in this.”