The God[Quick Transmigration]

Shen Cong'an raised a white-eyed wolf.

——Whether familiar or unfamiliar, everyone is passing it on like this.

Shen Cong'an strategized throughout his life, and helped the huge Shen family from a broken and precarious end to a comeback with endless glory, even far surpassing the past when the Shen family was at its peak, he is a legend that cannot be replicated in the dark.

However, this legend ended in his own hands.

Overnight, the Shen family changed hands. Shen Cong'an, who was once talked about by everyone in Taoism, was imprisoned by his adopted son in the villa under his name a few days ago.

The changes in the Shen family will affect the entire underground empire. Everyone is waiting to see how the nearly forty-year-old Shen Cong'an will kill and decisively execute the adopted son who betrayed him, and even stage a wonderful fight. Power drama.

Unfortunately not.

All the news received by the eyes hidden in the dark is that Shen Cong'an is like an old man in his sixties, arranging flowers and plants in the villa every day, and he doesn't care about things outside the window.

Some people say that Shen Cong'an is getting old, and he is no longer the Patriarch of the Shen family who was able to break into the banquet of his deadly rivals alone, talk, laugh and kill people, and then escaped unscathed.

There are also people who are silent - they are all people who, like Shen Cong'an, have been soaked in this dirty mud for decades; they all know that people who can stand at the height of Shen Cong'an in this world, The marrow blood flowing from the bone is black.

They knew better that Shen Cong'an didn't even need to raise his voice, as long as he took a default attitude on certain matters, his betrayed adopted son would be torn to pieces in an instant in the bubble that he thought was good and had everything in his hands.

——Even the young master of the Du family, his best friend, couldn't save him.

However, no matter how many speculations and doubts there are, the Shen family is like a new dynasty after a palace change, with undercurrents surging, but the surface is extremely calm.

In a villa in the suburbs under the jurisdiction of the Shen family.

The entire villa was silent, and outside the villa, the dead soldiers of the Shen family had long received orders not to allow any creature to come within 20 meters of the villa without instructions—they had long been used to this rule. Order, every week when the new head of the family goes to the villa to "visit" the old head of the house, they will be ordered like this.

They are just machines kept by the Shen family, and they don't care whether the new owner is filial or not.

So no one knows that if you go in through the main entrance at this time, pass through the long corridor on the left of the living room, and lead to the temperature-controlled greenhouse, and look in through the half-open door, the unsmiling new head of the Shen family is sitting astride The eyes of the man leaning against the glass wall were blurred, moaning/groaning again and again.

Where is the slightest look of cold expression on weekdays?

The two of them worked tirelessly in the greenhouse that seemed to be isolated from the world, until after an unknown period of time, the intermittent melodious voices in the greenhouse became a long moan with a weeping sound, and then the whole greenhouse fell into silence...

With a cold face, Shen Fan wiped off the marks on his body with the man's coat, straightened his underwear with his weak arms, and without looking at the man on the ground, turned around and walked out of the greenhouse——

It seemed that the man sitting on the ground was just a tool for him to express his desire.

And the man who usually watched him leave quietly at this time suddenly spoke behind him——

"You and that kid from the Du family...haven't been doing well lately?"

The young man who had already walked halfway froze, "What does it have to do with you?"

The man sitting on the ground didn't care about his mess, but he fell silent when he heard the words, and when he saw the young man still standing there, he sighed softly:

"The kid from the Du family doesn't care about you, I'm doing it for your own good."

"—for my own good?!"

The man who was originally quiet seemed to have been bitten by something, and the expression on his face when he turned around was even a little hideous because of the undisguised hatred. He strode up to the man, his red eyes seemed to choose someone. The ferocious beast that devours, but it has a chilling smile——

"Shen Cong'an - you scum who can even kill a teenage child, don't put on this disgusting hypocrisy - you fucking used me as a man/prostitute back then Why didn’t you remember to pretend—you think I’ll let you go now?!”

The man sitting on the ground lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The young man also slowly calmed down, and after a long while he sneered and said: "Shen Cong'an, have you forgotten what you taught me? - A mistake is a mistake. If you make some mistakes, you don't have to try to make them up again - you Just wait and suffer the consequences!"

After speaking, he glanced at the man in disgust, turned around and quickened his pace, as if he didn't want to stay in this place that he thought was too dirty for a minute.

Seeing that figure of that person was about to disappear behind the door, the man sitting on the ground slowly raised his eyes, his dark eyes were filled with deep emotions——

"I never thought it was a mistake to take you to bed."

"boom--!"

The wall on which the man was leaning was just a finger away from his temple, and there was a faint smoke of gunpowder. The young man standing outside the greenhouse with a gun had a stern look on his face, and he turned and left after a while——

"I don't want you to die so easily, so Shen Cong'an, you'd better not provoke me."

"..."

After a long while, the man who had been motionless from the beginning to the end slowly stood up, lowered his hand, and stroked the still warm bullet hole. The man gave a wry smile.

"Shen Fan..."

At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Fan suddenly woke up from his dream and sat up, covered in cold sweat.

He had nightmares again.

It was nothing more than those years of his weakness, which was repeated again and again in his dream. On the night of his 16th birthday, his adoptive father, whom he admired, carried him unconscious to the big bed in the master bedroom, ignoring him. Crying, struggling and begging, he pressed his waist tightly and slammed into his body deeply and forcefully.

The scorching heat like a branding iron not only tore his body apart, but also tore his cherished father, kindness and filial piety to pieces.

That was the adoptive father he had been chasing so hard for so many years—even if it was just an ordinary compliment from the teacher, he wanted that man to hear it, and he worked hard to maintain the so-called father-son relationship that he had carefully managed—that man did it for a while. The relief of desire/desire can easily step into the dirty mud.

And never turn over.

——In the seven years since then, he has been more cautious than before. He even took the initiative to crawl into that man's bed. Do whatever it takes to please that man.

He just wanted one day to look down on that man who was once so high and even out of reach, and he wanted that man to bow his head and admit his mistakes, crying and begging for mercy——

Even though he knew it was impossible.

That man is the most proud person in the world, he can deprive that man of power, status and even life—just like today—but no one can break that man's arrogance.

Shen Cong'an is his own god.

As for Shen Fan...

Shen Fan walked into the bathroom, closed his eyes and buried his face in the cold water.

...Shen Fan was nothing more than a pet that Shen Cong'an had slept on.

Even in the name of an adopted son, he has lived dignifiedly in the Shen family for so many years under the sun.

Even if he stands up now and takes the power of life and death.

That man, whether in his heart or in the dark underground world—

Although uncrowned, he is crowned with the name of the king.

The author has something to say: Cough, this article is a bit dark, there must be something wrong with the unreliable system bed [cover your face]