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Xu Bin said: "Actually, this place is not bad. If you want to come, we will come back often."

Jin Bao agreed without saying anything.In fact, instinctively, he didn't want to come back with Xu Bin. He wanted to live with Xu Bin for the rest of his life. The two of them were not married, and they stuck together every time. After a long time, they would always let the villagers know something.

Jin Bao's mother and Jin Bao's father are very face-saving people.

I stayed in Jinjia Village for three days, and it rained for three days, but it stopped on the day before I left. The green mountains and green waters along the way home were sunny.

The mood of those who watch it will fly.

Xu Bin has been busy recently, and Jin Bao is at home alone, raising a dog to do housework, and his life is just like this day by day.Xu Bin always asked Jin Bao why he was unhappy, and Jin Bao would only say that he was not unhappy.

Jin Bao is not unhappy, he just drives away the shadows of Jin's mother and children every day, and then thinks about Xu Bin's well-being, thinking about how to cherish Xu Bin.Even if living like this every day will shorten your life, you have to be happy about your short life.

When he is free at home, he likes to read books about England.He doesn't know Xu Bin, what kind of growth environment makes a kind of person, if he can understand Xu Bin's growth environment, maybe he can get a glimpse of Xu Bin's heart.

Xu Bin treated him very well, and the relationship between the two of them can be described by words like respecting each other like a guest, raising their eyebrows together.Jin Bao thought that if he married a girl, the relationship between the two would be nothing more than that.

Mother and child, these two thorns were stuck in the flesh, and Jinbao didn't feel so much pain when he came out to poke them from time to time. Time is the master of wound healing, and time can dilute everything.There is nothing that cannot be healed by time, is there?

However, Xu Bin didn't think so.

Summer night, windy, rainy, thunderous, lightning.

The clock pointed to twelve o'clock, and Xu Bin hadn't come home yet.

The phone was at hand, but Jin Bao didn't make a call.

It was cold in the middle of the night, and the cold wind suddenly picked up, bringing in the woman's mournful cry.

Jin Bao tilted his head on the pillow, breathing steadily.

Suddenly someone entered the door and poured cold air into the room.

"It's so dark." The figure staggered, and his hands kept groping for the light switch on the wall. For a while, the room was still dark.

Jin Bao frowned, and the woman's intermittent crying suddenly rang in his ears like crazy, "Haha, it's you, it's you..."

The curse of resentment suddenly broke into sleep, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils shrank suddenly.

The thunder from the sky rolled and exploded beside the bed, crackling and sparking.

In an instant, the room was as bright as day.

Xu Bin's smiling face was close in front of his eyes, reflecting the rolling thunder, and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre reappeared.

The Chainsaw Massacre hugged the person who woke up from the nightmare affectionately, his black lips moved, and he made a strange and hollow voice: "Jinbao, my mother died too."

Jin Bao was taken aback: "When did it happen?"

The chainsaw killer chuckled: "I don't know, when her body was found, the rats almost ate her up."

Jin Bao shivered.

The chainsaw killer's face turned cold: "What should I do?"

"What... what should I do?" Jin Bao pinched his thigh to make sure it wasn't a nightmare.

The chainsaw killer laughed wildly, and frowned: "My mother is dead."

Another thunderstorm rolled and exploded by the window, and the room was brightly lit. With two seconds of bright light, Jin Bao's wandering eyes clearly saw a woman kneeling beside the bed with disheveled hair, wearing a bright red cheongsam, with a big black flower on her chest, The woman's smile was exactly the same as that of Xu Bin's. She laughed wildly, but the sound she made was crying, as if slowly coming from a distant hell.

Jin Bao suddenly started up, pointed at the woman: "That's it?!"

The chainsaw killer smiled again, and at some point in time he had a black dagger in his hand, and a black pistol in his left hand: "Tell me, which of these two kills the most painful?"

Jin Bao's eyes showed fear, and he backed away: "Xu Bin, are you dreaming? Wake up!"

The killer whispered to himself: "Knife? Or bullet? Knife? Bullet? You choose."

Jin Bao hesitated: "...you want to kill me?"

The killer shook his head: "No."

Jin Baoqing's lips were white, and he gritted his teeth: "Bullet." Hit in the head, hit the chest, the bullet went in quickly, fast, no pain, and died.

When the dagger fell to the ground, Xu Bin stuffed the pistol into Jin Bao's hand, turned around and pulled the woman's hair, and pointed to the black paper flower in front of the heart: "Come, hit here."

The pitch-black gun was like burning fire, and Jin Bao's voice trembled: "Who is she?! What do you want me to do!"

The murderer was only a vague black shadow in the dark night, the shadow was too unfamiliar, Jin Bao trembled all over, gritted his teeth, and suddenly stepped forward to touch the murderer's face, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, confirming that it was Xu Bin Rather than someone else, Jin Bao finally made a calm judgment.

"Xu Bin, you're crazy."

The woman screamed: "Oh, oh, crazy! Crazy! Crazy together!"

Xu Bin said seriously: "I'm not crazy, she's crazy."

After speaking, he picked up the pistol and covered Jin Bao's hand, held Jin Bao's hand, and pulled the trigger.

Jin Bao suddenly withdrew his hand, and slapped Xu Bin's face with his backhand.

"You still say you're not crazy!"

Xu Bin turned his head back indifferently, and said, "I can't compensate you for having a real mother, only a stepmother, so don't dislike it."

Jin Bao's whole body trembled violently, staring at him closely with no expression on his face.

Xu Binqi: "What's the matter? Don't you recognize me?"

Campbell nodded.

Xu Bin said: "It's okay, it's too dark, just turn on the light." He reached out to touch the bedside lamp, turned on the switch, and it was out of power.

Jin Bao said seriously: "Xu Bin, you bastard."

Xu Bin's expression changed. It was a grimace just now, but now it looks like a donkey's face: "Anyone can call me a bastard, but you can't. I fucking love you so much, and you still call me a bastard."

In order for Xu Bin to hear more clearly, Jin Bao cleared his throat and repeated: "Xu Bin, you bastard."

"Well said, haha, well said!" The crazy woman clapped her hands and feet, rolling on the ground laughing wildly.After a while, the laughter suddenly stopped. The woman's face was full of horror, and her out-of-focus eyes began to focus, as if she had thought of something.Immediately afterwards, he suddenly got up from the ground, bent his legs, and knelt in front of Jin Bao, his body shaking like chaff.

"Jin...what's the matter, my son wants you to kill me?!"

Xu Bin tapped her on the head with the butt of his gun, with an arrogant expression on his face: "I'll tell you again, it's a gold ingot, remember the name of the benefactor who gave you the detachment, and in my next life I'll make a straw ring for him and be like a cow or a horse. "

"Benefactor! Benefactor!" The crazy woman giggled and kowtowed to Jin Bao over and over again, the sound of her head hitting the floor was like a kitchen knife chopping meat.

Xu Bin stuffed the pistol into Jin Bao's hand again, "Shoot."

Jin Bao shook his head.

Xu Bin smiled: "Are you afraid? Then I'll help you." He raised his hand, bang——

The pistol flew out, and the bullet deviated from the heart, only hitting Mrs. Xu's shoulder.

Jin Bao trembled all over. Just now, if he had taken a step slower, Mrs. Xu would have died on the spot.Xu Bin, the bastard!

Xu Bin was still smiling: "Sorry, I missed the shot."

Jin Bao resolutely held down Xu Bin, spread his five fingers, and gave Xu Bin dozens of Five Finger Mountains.

With a swollen face, Xu Bin said vaguely: "It was the first time in my life that I was slapped by you, and I was the only one who was slapped by you. In fact, I am very happy. I hope that the one who slapped me was my lover. I only allow me to slap me." My lover slapped me."

"I have nothing to say to your mother!" Jin Bao got up and helped the crazy Mrs. Xu up, and half carried her out of the house.

At the door, Xu Bin, who followed closely, grabbed the crazy woman's hair, threw it, and entered the door with Jin Bao, the door lock fell.

Xu Bin pressed Jin Bao to the floor and climbed onto his body: "I compensated my mother to you, but you don't want it."

Jin Bao yelled: "Xu Bin, you bastard! Fuck you..." He couldn't continue.

Xu Bin rode on Jin Bao's belly, raised his head, and laughed grinningly in the thunderstorm. The laughter was extremely free and frightening.He held Jin Bao's cold hand and pressed it to his abdomen: "Here, a uterus has just been implanted, fuck you. Let me, I will give birth to you, and I will compensate you for the child."

What the palm touched was indeed a fresh and neatly stitched wound.

Xu Bin evoked a slight smile, rubbed against Jin Bao, flung a bottle of lubricant from his pocket to Jin Bao with provocative movements, opened his arms, and rushed towards him.

In Jin Bao's mind, the last string broke, and with a slight beep, the bottom line was finally broken.

"Don't come here!" Jin Bao fumbled for the pitch-black dagger, the cold and heavy blade implied the sharpness and lethality of the weapon.

Oh—it’s too dark—no lightning—can’t see anything—

There was a cold stabbing pain in the abdomen, Xu Bin frowned in pain, and pressed his abdomen: "Unfortunately, a uterus donated by a woman was wasted."

Xu Bin secretly regretted that the uterus could no longer be used.Instead of retreating, the dagger was pressed between the bodies of the two, and pushed into his body again.But by doing so, he could hug Jin Bao even tighter.

"The Chinese have a saying, blood debt is paid with blood. Are you satisfied with what I have returned to you?"

"I don't need you to do this at all!" Jin Bao roared, his eyes welling up, "What's the point of you doing this? You just kill as many people as you want! Neither my mother nor that child can survive! Why don't you know There is a saying in China that you can’t take back the water you pour out! Fuck you! You bastard!”

Jin Bao fiercely pushed him away and stumbled out the door.

Xu Bin remained motionless as if dead, and a huge blood flower bloomed on the white floor, which was extremely beautiful and eerie.

There was heavy wind and heavy rain, thunder and lightning, and Mrs. Xu was no longer seen outside the door.

Jin Bao chased him out, and the security guard in the security room at the entrance of the small villa dozed off with his head propped up.

A black shadow flashed by, and Jin Bao subconsciously grabbed it, only a few strands of long hair were caught.

Jin Bao slapped the glass in the security room: "Mr. Xu is injured, call a doctor."

A woman runs wild in the dark.

Jin Bao chased after him silently, and after an unknown period of time, suddenly a flash of lightning struck, blinding his eyes.When I opened my eyes again, there was only a rotten black paper flower at my feet.

Madam Xu completely disappeared into the night.

Jin Bao stood still, his future was gloomy, his retreat was gloomy, it was wrong to step forward or backward.

In late autumn, the sun is warm, and there are fine dust floating in the golden air, and a few melodious bird songs curl up from the air with a crisp tail.Looking down at the small village from a high position, the red tiles and green walls are shaded by the yellow and green trees. When the wind picks up, the leaves all over the mountain swirl one after another, like yellow butterflies, and those that fall into the water become golden boats.

I had a dream last night, it was chaotic and fuzzy, I forgot all about it when I woke up, and I had a headache instead.

After he came back, Chen Fugui received him very warmly. He helped the Chen family harvest the fruits in the orchard, chatted, and listened to Shan Tianfang's storytelling, as if he lived any day when he was young.But Jin Bao was no longer the same as when he was a child, his brows would always frown unconsciously, as if he was worried and a little tired.

The elementary school teacher in the village had something to do at home, so he asked him to substitute for the class. He smiled and stood on the podium.

The child is pure and innocent, and they always look at him with admiration. Even when he was going to the bathroom, they heard the little boy shouting everywhere: Teacher Jin went to the bathroom.The silly child asked suspiciously: Does the teacher also go to the toilet?

Of course the teacher also goes to the bathroom, but the teacher is not a god.

Jin Bao couldn't help laughing silently, unknowingly, he was already a figure who had a huge influence on children.He knew that he was ordinary, but he couldn't resist becoming special in the eyes of a child.

Children are carefree, they act subconsciously, and their emotions are all on their faces. The longer they spend with them, the more lovely they feel about the world.

The young teacher came back from his hometown, his eyes were red and swollen, and he looked haggard. His father had just passed away, so he didn't have time to see him for the last time.

The little teacher said: I can't be sorry for him, I want to live a good life.

The night came and the wind and rain rushed, the water rose to the autumn pond, and the stream in the village was knee-deep. Jin Bao casually put on a raincoat and went up the stream.

At the end of the stream, there is a huge pool. In the torrential rain, the emerald green water is as warm as jade.As the stream got deeper, Jin Bao picked it up casually, and there were two small black tadpoles swimming around in the palm of his hand, with big heads and small tails, like...

I don't know why I suddenly thought of someone.

Not far from the pool is the tomb of the child he once grew in his stomach. He meanders up the mountain road, the cypress tree is still there, but the small grave is gone, and a few pieces of yellow paper money are soft. Lie down at your feet.

Jin Bao touched the trunk of the cypress tree, and the rainwater flowed down the bark like tears.

His mother's grave was on a higher mountainside, where many small blue wild flowers grew, and Jin Bao couldn't name them. He just stood in front of his mother's grave in a daze for a long time, with the sound of rain.

"Mom—I'm sorry." He bowed his head and confessed, his heart pierced like an ice pick, "I like him very much, that man."

The mountain wind blew past, and a few drops of cold rainwater rushed into his neck suddenly, causing him to shiver for a while. In the gust of wind and rain, he seemed to see a slender figure holding a green umbrella in a trance.

Jin Bao wiped the rainwater off his face. In the ignorant and chaotic water, the man smiled indifferently under the umbrella, his emerald green eyes glistened with water.

"I will compensate you for the child, but you don't want it."

"kindness."

"What more do you want?"

"Stay with me forever?"

"I promise."

"Remember to avoid me in the next life."

"I promise, what else?"

"that's it."

"Then I wish that we will grow old forever and have no children or grandchildren."

Xu Bin smiled and slowly stretched out his hand.

--Finish--

The author has something to say: It's over, it's finally over!Don't care if it's rotten or not, let's sprinkle the flowers first, sprinkle the flowers, sprinkle the flowers, sprinkle the flowers. . . . . .

The author of Chicken Touch started to babble.

This article actually has 25 words, the author is writing and writing, but he can’t do what he wants, especially because he has entered v, so he shortened it decisively and stopped cheating everyone’s money. . . . . .

If you feel that spending money is too unfair, don't get too angry, just buy a brick and throw it on the author's head to vent your anger. . . . . .

Also about the attributes of this article, according to the observations in the first half, it was originally a very happy article, but everyone saw it as Tu Yile, but as a result, a lot of people died, and in the end, the two protagonists became such a strange couple for no reason, and even more so. What makes people vomit blood, according to the wise author, is to tell readers that life is impermanent. . . . . .

Cough cough, I'm sorry, the author made a huge thunder with his own hands, smashed his own head, and walked out against the wall. . . . . .

Ps: There will be another episode, the story of Qiao Hanyu and his lover, soon.

Ps: Is there anyone willing to watch my fantasy?The task of the next part is to finish "The Upper Body of the Ghost", the author's pit product, Khan, it should be good.

Ps again: No reprinting or piracy is allowed.

69. One God Loves the World...

Qiao Hanyu is 12 years old this year.

He is no longer a child, he is the oldest boy in Shengyin Orphanage, and he can no longer have that unrealistic dream.The content of that dream was that the dean called him to the office one day, and there was a man and woman waiting at the end. The dean smiled and said to him, from now on, these two people will be your parents.

The right to have parents always belongs to the baby who is waiting to be fed, or the toddler who has no memory and only sucks his fingers.Qiao Hanyu, who is already 12 years old, can only work hard, sitting in the same classroom with her younger siblings to learn simple arithmetic and Chinese characters.Afraid of getting older, he began to desire to grow up. If he grows up a bit, he can go outside the Shengyin Welfare Institute, earn money, and be able to go to middle school and university.

That day, as usual, he stood under the high faucet to wash the clothes that would never be finished. The water flow was so fast that the water droplets splashed on the ground and soon turned into white ice.

There was a black car parked at the gate of the orphanage, probably the parents who came to adopt their children.Qiao Hanyu didn't let herself have extravagant hopes, she just washed and rubbed quietly.But the dean called him over and pointed to a middle-aged man with gray hair at the end of the sofa.

"From now on, he is your father."

Qiao Hanyu was cramped, her toes were clasped tightly to the floor tiles, and her ten fingers, which were frozen like carrots, were slightly curled up.

The man walked towards him, the shiny leather shoes stopped in his sight, and then took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe off his frozen nose.Qiao Hanyu was embarrassed, blushing to the ears, and muttered for a long time: "Father... Dear."

Qiao Hanyu didn't have many things that belonged to him. A few changes of clothes and a few textbooks issued by the orphanage were all he had. He folded these things and carefully put them into a small cloth bag. Neat and clean, such a strong contrast is torture.

The middle-aged man, who is now Qiao Hanyu's adoptive father, slowly explained the reason: "I adopted you because the young master wanted an older brother. Your responsibility is to take good care of your younger brother, understand?"

Qiao Hanyu was stunned, and nodded half-understood.As sensitive as he is, he can see the arrogance and disdain in the man's eyes.After a while, he frankly accepted the fact that this adopted son was actually a servant.Although the dream he had dreamed for 12 years came true, the situation did not develop in the direction he expected.A father's love is like a mountain, and a man who doesn't put him in his eyes probably won't give him a hug who has been struggling in loneliness.

Immediately, he was led into the huge house by the servant, who called him the young master, "This is your room."

The ice on the cotton shoes melted into water, leaving a string of crooked and dirty footprints wherever they passed. Qiao Hanyu showed embarrassment and lowered his head.

Outside the corridor, there was a sound of bouncing footsteps. A seven or eight-year-old girl poked her head out from behind the door. She was wearing a powder-blue dress, soft white socks, black leather shoes, and long curly hair hanging down her waist. , wearing a lace-trimmed top hat, her complexion is very fair, her face is pink and fluffy, her big black eyes are bright, and her small red lips look like a Barbie doll displayed in a bright window.

"Uncle Zhong, is this my brother?"

Uncle Zhong nodded and blamed fondly, "Young master, why don't you wear that little suit of yours?"

Before Qiao Hanyu could accept Little Lolita's true gender, the young master threw himself into his arms, blinked his big crescent eyes, and shouted in a childish voice: "I have an older brother too, you are my older brother!"

Qiao Hanyu smiled and acquiesced, looking at the younger brother who fell from the sky in his arms, this willful and lively child who had not experienced wind and rain, was protected flawlessly, and looked like a baby held in the palm of someone's hand.

"Brother, you have to play with me from now on."

"it is good."

"I am a princess, you are a prince, I was captured by a dinosaur, you have to save me."

"it is good."

"Just love me alone."

"it is good."

"Brother, what's your name?"

"Qiao Hanyu."

"Brother Han Yu, my name is Mo Ci, Chu Mo Ci."

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Dark blue curtains, pink gauze curtains, golden wine, delicate ankles of the dancers, dancing with wide open and close.

At the end of the song, the dancer Pingting came.The skirt with slits to the waist has waves and bumps, and the slender legs are looming.

The dancer slowly lowered his head, and sent the grapes to Qiao Hanyu's mouth with coral-colored lips.

Qiao Hanyu, who was leaning her head on the back of the sofa, slowly focused her eyes back on the dancer. The dancer was wearing a red dress, with exquisite makeup, and a pair of bewitching eyes that always seduced each other. A golden folding fan, a prop for her dancing.

"What's your name?" Qiao Hanyu pinched her small chin and looked around.

"angle."

"Angle?" Qiao Hanyu laughed, "fallenangle?"

"No, it's the angle."

Angels don't miss, angels don't cry.

Angels also have love and hate, and angels can also take lives.

With a flash of golden light, the sharp weapon brushing against the neck was caught in a fierce wind, the first move was made, followed by the second move towards the chest.

The golden folding fan just stopped in front of Qiao Hanyu's chest and didn't move a single bit.

The man who hides in the dark like a shadow has a face as deep as water. He has a pair of beautiful eyebrows, calm eyes, pink lips, and his temperament is as quiet as a clear water sword drawn into the sharp edge.

With a little force on the palm stuck on the wrist, the dancer's wrist was bent to one side strangely, and the heavy golden folding fan fell to the ground.

The dancer's left hand flashed sharply and shot into the man's left eye. The man tilted his head and dodged the blade. Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden numbness on the side of his waist. The bullet shot into his lower back. The bullet went straight into the man's wrist that restrained his left wrist.

This series of movements was only in the light of the calcium carbide fire, Qiao Hanyu hugged the man's limp body, his expression pale: "Mo Ci!"

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Chu Moci was 16 years old.

During the day, he was a clean and amiable young nobleman who was loved by everyone, but at night, he had to wear a skirt to sleep, and when the servants hid his skirt, he would cry and fight, and no one could coax him well.

His father slapped him for this, the first time his father had slapped him.

16-year-old Chu Moci ran away from home with the doll in his arms holding the corner of his skirt in anger.

The servants searched for him all night.

At two o'clock in the morning, Qiao Hanyu, who had been working alone for two years, received an unfamiliar phone number. Chu Moci cried in a hoarse voice, "Brother Hanyu, I'm at Ping An intersection."

"Stay there honestly."

When Qiao Hanyu found Chu Moci, his dress was torn, his bra was torn, his high heels were off, his wig and watch were taken away, and his face was bruised.

Seeing Qiao Hanyu, she cried, the transparent tears blurred her eyeliner, and a black water mark slid down her pure white face.

"Brother Han Yu, Brother Han Yu..."

He was sexually assaulted in a bar, and his attackers beat him when they found out he was a man.

"They say I'm a pervert, they say no one likes a pervert, Brother Hanyu..."

He called "Brother Han Yu" over and over again, with all kinds of words stuck in his chest, and he had nothing to say, and he would be wrong when he said it.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's okay."

"They found out that I was a man and beat me up. I just... Brother Hanyu, do you hate me too? Brother Hanyu, don't hate me, I don't want you to hate me."

Chu Moci hugged Qiao Hanyu's waist like a life-saving straw.

"Why, don't cry."

"Do you like me?"

Qiao Hanyu froze for a moment, then said silently, "I like it."

"Can you kiss me?"

"Mo Ci..."

Chu Moci's request, Chu Moci's wish, Qiao Hanyu has never disobeyed, Mo Ci is his treasure, the treasure that he can't wait to hold on top of his heart, and he doesn't want him to bear even the slightest harm.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pecked lightly on Chu Moci's soft lips.

Chu Moci smiled with tears on his flushed face, "Brother Hanyu, I like you too."

The young man's voice is crisp and soft. When calling him "Brother Han Yu", the ending is infinitely mellow, and when he says "I like it", the voice is light and soft, soft and moist, like the continuous rain in March.

With a height of 1.8 meters, Qiao Hanyu, who has grown into a handsome young man, suddenly moved like a heart in a pool of deep water.

"Brother Hanyu, come back, don't go outside, I don't want to leave you."

"I'll tell my father tomorrow?"

"En." Chu Moci nodded heavily, his big eyes narrowed into crescent shapes.Sure enough, he was still a child as innocent as paper, crying and laughing easily.

Two years ago, Qiao Hanyu was kicked out of the house by his adoptive father on the grounds of experience. Now he has worked in the company under the name of Chu for two years. Due to the prohibition of his adoptive father, he has not seen Chu Moci for two years. Of course, Qiao Hanyu Know why his adoptive father drove him away.

However, the next day, when he sent Chu Moci back to the Chu family, they were greeted by Chu Moci who was about to study in a foreign country.

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When I opened my eyes, it was still pitch black, and it took me a long time to barely see the outline of my surroundings.

Putting his hands on his wobbly eyes, the light turned on with a click, and a little gold and red leaked from between his fingers. After a long time, when he slowly adapted to the light, he saw a man's handsome face, with aggressive and beautiful facial features.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Try talking." The man said softly.

Chu Moci opened his mouth, his throat was hoarse and painful, and the words "Brother Han Yu" changed to "Boss."

The man nodded, his tense face relaxed: "It's good that you're fine."

A moment of silence.

"How long have I slept?"

"About seven hours."

"Who is the real murderer behind the scenes?"

"It hasn't been found yet." Qiao Hanyu lied subconsciously, and reached out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, "You have a good rest."

Just now, the doctor has come to the conclusion that the bullet pierced Chu Moci's wrist bone, and his left hand will no longer be as flexible as before.Xu Bin, the boss of the Hunting God Gang and the heir to Xu's enterprise, Qiao Hanyu wrote down this account first.