You pervert! ! !

Zhao Chishen was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.

He is in this ghostly place, and every day he opens his eyes, there are new surprises.

The unpredictable hunting ground king confiscated his mobile phone, computer, and communication equipment after he withdrew from the dinner.

Even the whereabouts of the subordinates he brought were unknown, as primitive as a tribal leader, and he was put under house arrest.

A few days ago, I didn't know why the king of the hunting ground gave amnesty to the world.

He finally got his phone back and contacted his father.

Unexpectedly, my father found Yu Heng so soon!

"It's so fucking good to wake up to you."

Zhao Chishen grabbed the iron railing with both hands, his eyes gleaming, "Did Zhang Yuming or my dad look for you?"

The familiar name passed by Yu Heng's ear, he stared at this guy silently, and finally realized who it was.

"Old Zhao?"

"Hey!" Zhao Chishen agreed very decisively, "You should let me out quickly!"

Yu Heng was shocked.

Zhao Chishen in front of him was simply a savage on the top of a mountain, with explosively messy hair and an unshaven beard, like a performance artist.

The way he grasped the iron railing, bang, bang, bang, and figured it out is even more performance art!

"Wait a minute..." Yu Heng glanced at the iron chain as thick as a wrist, "I'll go find your brother."

Zhao Chishen:?

Zhao Chishen stared at the background where Yu Heng turned and left, and stretched out his hand behind him and shouted in a stern voice: "Ah? Who are you looking for? Don't leave!"

Zhao Chenghuai got up early in the morning and had a short meeting.

When I went back to the villa, I saw...

My own caveman brother.

"Who kept him here?"

He asked lightly, and the housekeeper in charge of the villa, in fear and fear, led people to untie the thick iron chain.

"This is the place where the prey is usually kept. Yesterday we did the last cleaning work, and this place is still empty."

The butler's words were confirmed by Zhao Chishen.

"Yes, I was still on the mountain before going to bed last night!"

Zhao Chishen was free. Although he was in a mess, he was in good spirits.

"I don't know why, so I changed the place. I thought the owner of the castle was crazy again."

"Where were you last night?"

Yu Heng remembered the sharp gaze outside the window last night until the early morning.

Zhao Chishen walked out of the dungeon, covered his eyebrows with his hands, and pointed to the cliff castle that could be seen from the villa at any time, "There!"

"I've lived in the castle for several months. I don't have internet or a phone. I live the life of primitive people. I really don't know how these people survive."

His irritated complaint was met with a chuckle from Zhao Chenghuai.

"No wonder we can't get in touch with you. Because you lost in the hunting ground?"

Zhao Chishen: ...

Zhao Chenghuai raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion, "Have you never won?"

Zhao Chishen was furious in an instant, squinting his long and narrow eyes, and said viciously: "I can win all the hunting grounds in no time. What are you doing here?"

"Come to find a brother who lost so much that even his mobile phone was confiscated, so that my father will not be so worried that he can't sleep at night."

The younger brother is rebellious and speaks hurtful words.

Zhao Chishen felt that he was being despised, so he immediately jumped up and grabbed Yu Heng's hand.

He said: "Yu Heng! Let's go, from now on you will be my Zhao family, representing our Zhao family to attend the dinner, and we will kill those arrogant guys to the last."

Yu Heng silently grabbed Zhao Chishen's hand and asked him to let go.

After so long, Young Master Zhao is still so naive, why hasn't he made any progress after being locked up for several months.

He asked seriously: "Mr. Zhao, are you sure you are taking me to the hunting ground now, can I attend on behalf of the Zhao family?"

Zhao Chi squinted his eyes deeply, even though his face was full of beards, he couldn't see his evil smile clearly, his demeanor was still that of a rebellious young master.

He said: "Why can't it work? How much do you want, you ask for a price, and I can definitely afford it."

The information on the caveman has not been updated, and it is still in the era when Yu Heng was very short of money.

Of course, Yu Heng is also very short of money now, but he is no longer so naive as to help Zhao Chishen conquer the world for a mere 400 million and a house.

In the spacious and quiet villa, you can clearly see the hunting ground on the cliff from any area.

Yu Heng pointed to the ancient and silent castle, and said with a smile, "It's not about money."

"My son, Nangong Ji, is waiting to inherit the throne at the hunting ground."

He doesn't have the temper of being too emperor, but he wants to remind Black Star's three-year-old crown prince, "Mr. Zhao, my son will hold a grudge. In his heart, you are a gangster who always threatens him with sharks. When he becomes the king of Siberia, Can he still let you attend the banquet safely?"

Zhao Chishen really looked shocked and surprised, "Your son is only eight years old!"

"Now I am nine years old." Yu Heng smiled, "He is an excellent little prince."

Knowing the rules of the hunting ground game well, Zhao Chishen, who couldn't even survive the loss with his mobile phone, hesitated to speak.

His eyes were bloodshot, he looked at the castle, then at Yu Heng.

He even suspected that Yu Heng was lying to him.

At the age of nine, going to the hunting ground to become the king, isn't that the same as becoming the master of the castle, controlling that group of psychopaths who have nothing to do to kill people for fun?

"That's impossible!" Zhao Chishen said in a low voice, frowning, "The game in the hunting ground is always bloody, how can you bear to let your son go to that kind of place? He is still so young, and he will definitely be killed by those monarchs and knights." , playing until there are no bones left."

These words sound like the care of the elders, but the care is a little strange.

"It was Andre Gruss who took my son there, he is the hideous biological father..."

"That pervert Andre!" Zhao Chishen scolded, "He must have lied to you!"

"When I was on the hunting ground, Andre often bet on his life with other monarchs. If he lost, he would lose his limbs. I felt my scalp go numb when I heard those screams."

Zhao Chishen looked concerned about his eldest nephew's panic, "Yu Heng, you don't have to help our Zhao family, you have to save your son. Andre is obviously the kind of monarch who is a tiger's poison eater!"

Zhao Chishen, who came out of the dungeon, fell into an excitement that Yu Heng couldn't understand.

Even when they walked into the villa, he couldn't stop talking about the horrible hunting grounds, the horrible severed limbs.

Yu Heng understood.

The hunting ground that Zhao Chishen faced had magical rules.

Any player can play a simple gamble at the dinner party.

An indifferent and cruel monarch like Andre likes to gamble with others the most.

Zhao Chishen also gambled, but because he was talented and good at dealing with people.

When he was on the verge of death, he used the Black Star Group to make an exchange of benefits and cut off his tail to survive. Only then did he keep his complete and slender legs from Andre, a pervert.

Yu Heng poured Zhao Chishen a cup of hot water, and asked seriously, "Mr. Zhao, how many rounds have you lost in the hunting ground?"

"...Why do you ask this?" The young master of the special dishes frowned in displeasure.

Zhao Chenghuai sat on the side, propped his chin leisurely, and said softly: "The dinner party is once a week. If my brother is not addicted to gambling, he will only lose sixteen or seven times."

Zhao Chishen: ...

"Nonsense!" Zhao Chishen scolded his younger brother in a low voice, "You think I'm you?"

With a rhetorical question, Yu Heng felt that Lao Zhao was not compelled.

If Zhao Chishen were Zhao Chenghuai, he would definitely be invincible at the dinner party, let alone win sixteen or seven times, and make the king of the dinner party kneel down and beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, Zhao Chishen didn't think so.

Holding the water glass, he snorted softly, "Before I came, I thought this place was unfathomable. After I came, I found that it was so."

"Yu Heng, I'm really not threatening you this time, nor am I exaggerating. If you don't believe me, ask my brother! He has been in the hunting ground for ten years!"

Zhao Chenghuai embraced his arms and looked at his brother with a troubled expression.

Seeing Yu Heng's helpless gaze, Zhao Chenghuai smiled slightly and said, "You understand my brother's style of speaking."

Yu Heng: ...

That's all too well understood.

He said that Zhao Chenghuai is a walking demon in the world, and he likes to add people to the death list. Yu Heng still remembers it vividly.

But after he got along with Zhao Chenghuai, this bad brother can be called a human observer, he is keen on verbal threats, he likes to watch people panic, and he is also good at...

As Yu Heng thought about it, he looked away from Zhao Chenghuai's half-smiling face.

My brother is really bad.

What Zhao Chishen said was not without reason.

"Well, let me contact Andre..."

"What are you contacting him for? To tip off the news?" Zhao Chishen immediately jumped up, "We will sneak into the hunting ground right now, and catch them off guard!"

"Brother, are you going to go to the hunting ground dressed like this?" Zhao Chenghuai reminded, looking up and down at the embarrassed prince.

Zhao Chishen hated losing face in front of his younger brother the most, and immediately blushed, "Yu Heng, wait for me! I'll take a shower, cut my head and shave, and we'll go hunting!"

Nothing is as important as appearance, and all his previous vows were immediately dismissed.

Yu Heng watched him arrange for the housekeeper to prepare hot water and cut his hair, feeling very tired.

Prince Zhao is always so energetic and energetic.

My head is full of big news, big scenes and big conspiracies.

I don't know what the people in the hunting ground think of him, but Yu Heng thinks that there must be three or four guys with evil tastes like Zhao Chenghuai who deliberately do some bloody and terrifying things to amuse Zhao Chishen.

Zhao Chishen's voice disappeared in the villa, and it became quiet instantly.

Yu Heng walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the hunting grounds in the gentle mountain breeze in summer.

"The hideous banquet should start in the afternoon, right?"

"En." Zhao Chenghuai sat on the sofa and responded in a low voice.

Yu Heng thought of the bloody thing Zhao Chishen said, and worried that Nangong Ji would also meet such wicked uncles and aunts.

He sighed, with the worry of his old father, "I don't know if he is afraid."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Zhao Chenghuai crossed his fingers leisurely, "We've already taught what needs to be taught. He must learn to grow independently."

The castle played a symphony leisurely, and the brightly lit banquet hall was routinely holding games.

Nangong Ji was wearing a red and blue dress, her hair was fixed to every detail, and she was sitting on the seat with a serious expression.

His black hair, blue eyes, calm as a prince.

Even if there are three strange monarchs sitting in front of him, his temperament will never lose to any of them.

"6, I can finally go out."

Qiao Marie, with a sweet smile, took her own yellow plane and took a step forward.

She spoke low-pitched Yenisei, which made Nangong hide his brows calmly.

Flying chess, which is only played by children on the table, has become a prop for talking today because of the designation of the castle owner.

The four colors of red, blue, yellow and green are arranged in four directions, waiting for the arrival of the dinner party.

Nangong Yin felt the meticulous love of the bad brother, it would be great if he could have the luck of his father.

He picked up the dice and threw it: 4.

Ha ha.

Sure enough not.

The Nangong children played chess silently, and the red plane moved four steps forward, two steps away from the finish line.

The situation suddenly became tense.

Just now, the monarch who was leisurely staring at the chessboard and chatting idlely focused on Nangong Ji.

"As Andre's son, you are luckier than him."

Qiao Marie said, "Looks like I'm going to lose this round, cutie, what do you want?"

Her tone was relaxed, as if she didn't mind losing to Nangong Ji.

However, Nangong Ji walked into this castle and already regarded himself as the future king.

He smiled, lowered his childish voice and said, "I want you to allow me to enter the dance floor during the dinner."

The child's voice was cute, and he pretended to be an adult and made excessive demands, which immediately caused bursts of laughter.

A proud smile appeared on Andre's face, but it's a pity that the friends around him didn't give him face.

"He looks like Alex."

"Although those blue eyes do prove that he is Andre's son, this sentence really sounds like Alex."

"Alex would choose him, he must have taught him himself."

"I don't know if his beautiful short black hair is like his adoptive father who has fought all battles—"

"Crack!" There was a loud noise.

After silently playing half a game of flying chess, Duge violently overturned the chessboard.

"I'm fed up with this childish game..."

The gray-eyed monarch stood up and smashed the green flying chess in his palm to the ground.

"I want to fight you in the name of the monarch!"

The chessboard in front of him was scattered all over the place, and Nangong Yin quietly glanced at the flying chess, recalling the painful history of losing to his bad brother time and time again.

He didn't regret it at all, and even thanked the angry Mr. Doug for saving him from the embarrassment of losing with a big advantage.

"Heh." Nangong narrowed his blue eyes, raised his chin slightly, and said with a smile, "As you wish."

The author has something to say: Nangong Ji: Someone overturned my losing game, oh my god, I'm so touched!

Zhao Chenghuai: He is really an angel who can't calm down.

Angel Doug: ?Isn't it invincible?

Yu Heng: I'm sorry, but my son didn't inherit this ability. He's an outrageous cook.