The God[Quick Transmigration]

Outside the door of "Night" in Shili Yangchang, in front of the neon signboard, there is a lot of traffic and smiling faces.

Men in western dresses, and women in beautiful curvaceous cheongsams and shawls, came here one after another——

This is the comfort they can only enjoy in Biandu, where there is no night, and this is a paradise of luxury and corruption...

Du Yue lazily squinted his eyes and leaned on the sofa in the corner of "Night". This place is higher than other places, and he will be able to overlook the whole venue.He can still stare at the singing girl who is always smiling charmingly on the stage.

Tonight is the headliner of "Night", Hu Die'er's resident.

Du Yue shook the wine glass in his hand, stared at the enchanting woman dancing on the stage, squinted his eyes, and waved at the woman beside him who was pinching his leg with lowered eyebrows and pleasing to the eye: "Go,...call me Hu Die'er .”

The woman gave him a sad look, then stood up slowly.

"Hey, I have a distinguished guest coming tonight." Du Yue reached out and wiped the woman's waist, "You'll stay with me later, baby."

Only then did the woman show a little smile, and walked out with a twist.

"...bitch/goods."

Du Yue sneered and snorted softly behind the woman.

Hu Die'er, who had sung a few songs, stepped off the stage. Many people who came here admiringly in "Night" were a little annoyed, but they saw the leader with rolling eyes walking towards the high stage with a smile. It was only then that each of them shivered and swallowed their dissatisfied words back into their stomachs.

A young man who looked like a rich man seemed to be here for the first time, and when he saw the woman he was thinking of coming off the stage without looking back, he immediately became a little anxious: "Hey, why is she—"

Before he finished speaking, the people in the same company hurriedly grabbed him: "Shhh—you're going to die!"

"Why don't I die? Isn't it Hu Die'er's show today? She just sang a few songs and then she stepped down? What's the matter with the guest's money?"

The rich man was dissatisfied. Although he looked dissatisfied, he still lowered his voice.

"You—!" The friend who was traveling with him looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he said, "Do you know who are the people sitting on that high platform?——they are all the masters here !"

The rich man was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, but he refused to give up easily: "... so what, my family is not easy to provoke."

"It's no wonder your father won't let you out—newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, you are..."

The friend glared at him, raised his hand and pointed in a direction secretly: "Look, who are those people?"

The rich man looked at his friend's fingers, and turned his face back: "...is there still a shortage of Westerners in Shili Foreign Market?"

"You also know that this is a ten-mile foreign market? There are no shortage of Westerners here, but you see the whole of Biandu, apart from this 'Night', which other place can invite this Westerner band in the dance hall? Toss?"

The rich man knew he was not as good as he was, so he said coldly, "Hmph... isn't he just a traitor/country/thief..."

"Hey, my young master Liao!" The friend rushed over and covered the rich man's mouth, "Don't you want to die and drag the whole family down, okay? You, you—you are tired of working Who dares to arrange it?! The little guy who is called out casually by his subordinates can crush you to death with one finger!"

Young Master Liao, who was called Young Master Liao, knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and at this moment, he was startled and sweated a little, and sat there with his mouth shut and drank sullenly.

Seeing that the young master stopped talking, the friend just sat back and wiped the sweat from his brow: "...the one sitting on the table now, known as 'Du Shao', can be regarded as wandering around this place often That's right; although he himself is not very capable, he can't bear to have a good relative. ——The relative, that is, his distant cousin, is—"

The voice weakened here, and after a while, the friend lowered his voice and continued, "That's the man under the man in the Feng Mansion, and because of his important relationship, he can hold an underground bet in this ten-mile foreign market/ field, he—”

The words came to an abrupt end, Young Master Liao looked at his friend strangely, but seeing his friend give him a wink, he pretended to bow his head and drink.

That young master Liao turned his head to look, and saw the man who was sitting on the high platform just now, with a smile on his face, he went out to greet him——

At the door stood an old man in his fifties and sixties and two men in black guarding behind him.

Before Du Yue reached the door, he said with a smile: "Master Chen is here, it's a compliment, your side please—"

Chen Weidong was also polite, nodded his head like a junior, and followed Du Yue's wishes to the high platform.

Behind Chen Weidong, Du Yue's face turned slightly cold... This Chen Weidong really regarded himself as a master. Even if he had been a military adviser under President Sun for a period of time, it was a long time ago. He is just an old man who spends his life in Biandu—to put it bluntly, he just eats and waits to die. I don’t know why his cousin asked him to invite this master over here... It is said that although his brother doesn’t know anything now The reason has receded, but he was also a senior military officer in the southern government/government for a period of time at the beginning, so why bother to curry favor with this useless old man...

Fortunately, his cousin said that he is responsible for inviting people here, and naturally someone else will accompany him, otherwise...

Du Yue cast a fierce glance at Chen Weidong's back, and looked sideways at Hu Die'er who was still following him: "Go, it will be to your advantage to make Master Chen happy."

After all, Hu Die'er is used to being in Fengyuechang. Although she was a little bit contemptuous of the old man because of everyone's kindness, but now she can clearly identify herself - I don't know how many people covet her. As for her top spot——she can't let go of one thing to please these masters.

Du Yue himself hurried up a few steps to follow, and smiled in front of Chen Weidong who had already sat down: "Master Chen, the boy is naturally not qualified to be at the same table with you, please sit down for a while, let's talk about things." The one from here is on the way, and will be there in a while."

After speaking, he winked at Hu Die'er beside him.

Hu Die'er sat down with a grin on her lipsticked lips: "Master Chen, Die'er will have a drink with you first—don't hold it against you."

The last sentence was naturally added as a joke, who in Biandu doesn't know that the famous name of "Night" is outside?

It's just that Hu Die'er didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, the smiling old master Chen glanced at him-although it was not obvious, but the dislike of Hu Die'er in his eyes was naturally visible.

Hu Die'er's smile froze.

Du Yue himself frowned, and gave a pee to himself... Someone said a long time ago that Chen Weidong was an old pervert who liked to play with younger boys... Could it be that he really despises Hu Dieer?

Du Yue frowned and began to look around in the ballroom——

...but it's already this time, let him find somewhere——

Du Yue was stunned, with a dull expression on his face.

There is no other reason, that is, a young man suddenly walked in at the door of "Night" at this moment, attracting everyone's attention, including Du Yue himself——

The one who came in was wearing a camel-colored overcoat, his long hair was simply tied up and hung smoothly behind him, and he looked about [-] years old in stature, but he took off his coat and took it off. The black hood was removed, revealing a face and a beautifully curved figure, which really stunned the crowd.

Just look at that pretty face that is almost exquisite, the brows and eyes are lightly raised, and there seems to be no style/feeling, the white and slender fingertips are still touching the black hood, the contrasting colors make the onion-like hands more like It was carved out of white jade.

The young man walked leisurely and with a bit of indescribable laziness, his coat was rolled up in his arms, and the exposed white turtleneck sweater highlighted his thin waist in the dim light, wrapped around a pair of long-legged clothes. The black trousers are quite rare and different from ordinary people, but for some reason, some people can't help but swallow their saliva.

A group of unscrupulous eyes looked at the young man who walked in.

As if feeling the sluggishness and salivation, the young man's bright red thin lips pulled slightly, provoking some smiles that were not smiles.

At this time, he had already walked to the high stage, and in the always noisy dance hall, except for the music and singing, it became a little quiet.

The young man walked up to the high platform with a smile, and naturally picked up a short narrow-mouthed cup on the table, swirling the crystal clear liquid: "Du Feng invites me to accompany a distinguished guest."

There also seemed to be an indescribably hoarse but seductive voice in his voice, he raised his almost transparent wrist under the light and drank all the wine in the glass——

"You are... Lord Chen, right?"

The young man overturned his wrist, and drew the cup in his hand in an arc in the air. His eyelashes, which were slightly drooping, slowly and seductively lifted up following the arc of the cup.

From bottom to top, with a faint smile, like a soft brush of fine hair, brushing over the heart of the beholder.

Rao Chen Weidong claimed to have seen too much of the world, but at this moment he was dumbfounded by this glitz.

What's more, what about Du Yue, who is young and vigorous, whom he hasn't seen much?

After Du Yue came back to his senses, he just wanted to hug him in his arms and send him to his bed, to play with this curvaceous body viciously - to force this person's bright red lips to swallow his desire, Let tears of passion/lust flow from those eyes that people can't help but want to kiss and kiss, and let this person's nice voice make unbearable begging and groaning on the bed...

It's a pity that when he came back to his senses, Chen Weidong suddenly grabbed him into his arms and pressed him on the sofa like a hungry wolf who had seen meat.

Reflexively, Du Yue was about to take steps to snatch that man back——

Someone behind him stretched out his hand and grabbed him.

Du Yue turned his head angrily, swallowed the word "roll" as soon as it reached his throat, and the jealousy and anger on his face were replaced by surprise——

"……elder brother……"

Du Feng shook his head at him, and glanced at the figure on the high platform with a complicated expression,

... Although it is not clear why Chen Weidong was killed, he still knows Liu Yanwang's plan because of the things Liu Yanwang entrusted to him.

Liu Sheng was concerned about Chen Weidong's identity—not to mention that the people around the Chen family who protected him both openly and secretly were President Sun's personal guards, and it was very difficult to assassinate him; Chen Weidong's hobby alone showed that they could do it. Minimize the damage of the assassination - this unspeakable hobby can still explain the cause of this person's death as an "immediate wind". After all, he is an old man in his fifties and sixties, and he will do this in front of everyone... ...It is estimated that President Sun can't say a word of disbelief.

It's just that Du Feng didn't expect Liu Sheng to push himself up.

Just thinking about the young marshal's warning that night, Du Feng was sweating all over his forehead. He pulled Du Yue and whispered a few words, waved his hand, and watched his cousin hurriedly walk towards the door with a changed expression. Take a breath——

... Fortunately, at that time, he felt that the plan was a bit dangerous, and he couldn't grasp the scale, so he reported it to the young commander in private.According to the young marshal's wishes, he asked him to wait in the car outside the door tonight.

It's fine if there's nothing wrong, but if there's something...

Du Feng glanced at Liu Sheng whose coat had been lifted up on the sofa, and hurriedly turned away——

I don't know if the young marshal can spare him for the sake of atonement.

At this time, Liu Sheng on the sofa frowned slightly, pressed Chen Weidong's arm, and raised a pair of brown pupils to look at the man, "...Mr. .”

Chen Weidong's eyes were almost aroused by this man, and he tried to kiss him several times but failed, so he could only restrain the man's wrist with one hand, and touch the man's waistline with the other hand, breathing even more With a rough pant: "——you charming little thing——what do you want!"

"...there are rooms upstairs."

Liu Sheng pursed her lips and smiled, half-drawn eyelids covered the loathing and killing intent that was almost uncontrollable in her eyes.

Chen Weidong hesitated for a moment, looked up and saw the two men guarding him stealthily glance at Liu Sheng on the sofa, he couldn't help being furious: "Turn around!"

He seemed to feel that his voice was a little louder, afraid of startling Bao'er in his arms, he hurriedly lowered his head and suppressed his desire/sex and forced a smile: "Listen to you... let's go upstairs."

As he spoke, he stood up, and immediately pulled him into his arms. He couldn't see the appearance of the dignified and stable old man before, and hurriedly threw a sentence at the two guards: "I'm going upstairs—— Just stay here!"

The two paused: "Master Chen—"

"It's 'Night' - who dares to cause trouble here?! Shut up and wait!"

After finishing speaking viciously, Chen Weidong was going to take the quiet young man in his arms upstairs.

Liu Sheng stepped obediently, raised her hand to caress the raised sweater, and got off the high platform halfway in the man's arms.

But as soon as he got off the high platform and raised his eyes, he froze in place.

Seeing the little beauty stop for some reason, Chen Weidong couldn't help but follow Liu Sheng's line of sight and look in the direction of the door——

A man in a black collar with a stand-up collar strode in without saying a word, and the night door slammed shut behind him, and the crystal glass, which was rare and crystal clear, shattered to the ground.

Only the hollow metal brackets remained standing in place.

The voices of the band and the dancers stopped abruptly, and in an instant, there was a dead silence in the noisy "night" where the people were drunk and drunk.

The author has something to say: After writing the article, I checked the comment area by the way, only to see a sentence... "Just look at how many chapters they have wasted"...

--wave……

...This adjective is used as a verb, I must have misunderstood it, right QAQ

But when I saw a lot of comments, I was very motivated to continue to let them go "Leo Ang" (*/ω＼*)

PS: More than 4000 characters, some have special thickness/length (*/ω＼*)

PPS: I saw the cry of the little angel who wants to eat meat... But... it will be blocked QAQ