You pervert! ! !

Nangong Xi was satisfied with Duge's flipping the table.

Anyway, he hates playing games the most.

Like flying chess, where the big advantage is only one, two, or three steps away from winning, he can also lose completely.

The bad brother spent the whole summer teaching him to recognize himself.

Flying chess, chess, backgammon, backgammon, and go are all his graveyards.

There is no room for turning around.

In the face of his unrepentant and unimproved game disadvantages, veteran dinner party player Andre Gruss presented the ultimate cheat——

"You challenge Doug at the table, that black-haired gray-eyed idiot."

"Monarchs are a bunch of people who like to watch the show. If a duel is the name, they will definitely welcome the winner to the dance floor."

The game chicken speaks without shame.

Nangong Ji was shocked when he heard that.

"Then why don't I duel him directly?"

Isn't it good to solve the problem simply and rudely? Why is it so troublesome to play games?

Andre fell into deep thought and gave a perfect reason, "Because there is no beauty, the king doesn't like it."

There are countless rules in the hunting ground, and not all of them are the rules of the current king.

The rules of the game that have been maintained since ancient times have become their habit of entering the hunting ground.

Before communication, a game must be played to show respect. Dinner parties, dances, and hunting cannot escape the game of betting and fun.

Amid the aristocratic and arrogant beauty, they are used to playing a game of chess and talking about business affairs.

It's just that the new hunting ground king is a little younger.

Modern entertainment, which young talents enjoy, is often given to keep monarchs entertained and novel.

The banquet hall with soft music suddenly became lively because of Duge's angry provocation.

Nangong Ji could hear the servants who were busy conveying news in the corridor, and could hear the whispers of the monarch and his entourage.

Many people even felt that it was a pity that they could not see the grand scene of Nangong Xiong's victorious battles with their own eyes.

And secretly excited for the upcoming duel.

With Duge's duel as a shield, Nangong entered the dinner without any risk, and no monarch invited him to play games.

The candlelit aristocratic dinner in the restaurant was attended by the five monarchs that Andre mentioned.

They were surrounded by solemn attendants, and while communicating with their neighbors in low voices, they looked at the blue-eyed father and son opposite.

"If the little monarch can beat Doug, I agree with him entering the dance floor."

"The dance floor welcomes the victors, and suddenly I feel that there is nothing wrong with Gruss III being younger."

"He really looks like Alex." Qiao Marie's voice was sharp and undisguised, "Andre, can I bring your son home?"

"Ma'am, you can take me home."

Andre replied with a smile, "This way next year, someone cuter than my son will be born."

The adult jokes that Nangong Ji couldn't understand aroused the enthusiasm of the monarchs at the dinner table.

He cut the steak in a daze, and suddenly saw the black-haired and gray-eyed Duge Monarch with contemptuous eyes, revealing the whites of his eyes.

Nangong Ji felt that his undisguised hostility was familiar to him.

With curiosity in their hearts, the children listened to Andre chatting with the monarchs while eating, and stared at Duge closely, trying to figure out where such a sense of familiarity came from.

"What are you looking at?" Duge's Yenisei language had a murderous short accent.

Nangong slashed open the broccoli slowly, poked it on the tip of the fork, and blinked his blue and clear eyes.

"Andre told me your eyes were gray."

The child sounded childish and replied in Yenisei, "But why do I only see a piece of white?"

"Haha!" Andre listened, and smiled provocatively with narrowed eyes, "Because Duge always looks at people with the white of his eyes, my son!"

Duge's hand holding the knife and fork was exerting force.

Nangong Ji saw the blue veins in the tooth sockets of his neck, along the snow-white skin, spreading to the temples and between the eyebrows.

This is a grumpy guy.

He obviously hated him, but he wanted to eat at the table opposite him, as if he deliberately wanted to hear what he and Andre had to say.

Nangong Ji struggled with the vegetables on the plate, and every time he looked up, he could still see the whites of Duge's eyes.

He asked in confusion, "brother, do you have something to say to me?"

The child's cute inquiry did not calm Duge's anger, his pair of gray eyes stared deeply at Nangong Ji.

As if looking through him, trying to see someone else.

"Enjoy your breakfast tomorrow morning."

Of course, Duge's exhortation was not a caring greeting, "I have a new pet, and when I duel, I won't be as useless as Sen Sen and Lin Lin."

"What are Sensen and Linlin?" Nangong asked curiously.

Before Duge could speak, Andre explained arrogantly.

"Two Siberian wolves." He didn't mind poking Duge's wound at all, and even made things worse, "Papa killed them with his sword, and they didn't have time to stretch out their claws before they died!"

Listening to Andre's showing off, Nangong Ji felt that this guy was trying to bring hatred to him on purpose.

Duge's face turned from white to blue, and his gray eyes stared straight at him, each with the words "Kill you, kill you, kill you".

However, it didn't affect Andre to show his bravery as a father to Nangong.

"A thing like a wolf, as long as you find its neck, one sword is enough."

Andre looked at Nangong's thin arm, "For you, it's only two swords."

The kid thanked Andre for his trust, but he felt that Duge looked at him and immediately wanted to use two swords to end the duel on the spot.

A simple dinner ended in a rivalry.

The empty and gorgeous owner's seat did not wait for anyone to be seated until the end.

Mr. Steward walked to the side of the seat and asked politely: "So, do you agree that the winner of the duel between Mr. Gruss and Mr. Doug will enter the dance floor?"

"agree."

"no comment."

"But what did Alex say?"

Nangong shook his legs, listening to the monarch agreeing.

Suddenly heard the English name of the bad brother.

The butler replied to Qiao Marie who asked the question: "Alex will not participate in this duel. But on behalf of the hunting ground, he sent blessings to the two participants. I hope that the courage of the two will add new honor to the clear sky of the hunting ground. "

Without waiting for Nangong to be curious.

Duge gritted his teeth and said, "I want a duel, but he won't come?"

"Yes." The butler's tone was calm, in stark contrast to the angry Duge, "Alex has something very important—"

Before Duge could finish listening, he suddenly stood up.

The gray-eyed grumpy fellow strode away from the weekly gathering without a word from the housekeeper.

Nangong stared at the housekeeper with his blue eyes, but failed to hear a single word.

He and Andre left the banquet hall and returned to the bedroom.

Nangong Ji asked as if asking for a secret: "Is the bad brother important in the hunting ground? Why is Duge so angry when he doesn't come?"

"It's not that important..."

Andre seriously thought about the relationship between the king and the monarch, as well as the tragedy of Duge's failure to become king, and chose his words carefully, "Because you can't get it because you ask for it?"

The night lights of the gorgeous castle on the cliff were lit up, and Yu Heng contacted his son who was looking far away.

Nan Gongxi held the phone in his arms, flicked and stopped in the video with extremely poor signal, and tried his best to report the good news to his father.

"I've got other people's consent."

His happy voice sounded like a small landowner who had unearthed wealth, "But no one came from the Black Star Group, so I passed with six votes."

Yu Heng looked at him with a smile.

The Black Star Prince is still a savage in the villa at the foot of the mountain, so naturally he has no way to vote for Nangong Ji.

The children are alone in the castle, and the background is the intricate zenith carved with patterns.

He looked relaxed, completely free from "rituals" and without any signs of danger.

"Because the representative of the Black Star Group is at the foot of the mountain."

Holding the mobile phone, Yu Heng sat on the balcony and looked at the castle, "When you have the throne, you will be able to see him."

I don't know if the hideous little king will be angry at that time.

After all, the prince who attended on behalf of Black Star in Siberia brought the child to homework hell for two days and two nights, and made him afraid of a small shark. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to get along safely.

Yu Heng vowed that he would not stand by Mr. Zhao to embarrass his son.

Hideous is now the king, and has the power to deal with bad uncles freely.

They chatted intermittently on the Dunka network.

Yu Heng found that it was really necessary for Siberia to win over a company like Black Star Group, at least let Zhao Chishen send someone to improve the bad network signal.

"Before going to bed, return the phone to Andre."

Although Yu Heng's restraint arrived late.

Nangong Ji was about to obediently agree when he suddenly thought of something.

"Father, when I become king, you can't treat me like before."

The blue eyes blinked innocently, before becoming a king, give Yu Heng a vaccination first.

"Be nice to me."

Yu Heng raised his eyebrows, "Am I treating you badly now?"

Nangong laughed, "Better than now!"

You are not allowed to take away his bank card, you are not allowed to force him to do homework, and you are not allowed to write annoying game programs. You must acquiesce in allowing him to use the computer freely.

Because, at the dinner party at the hunting ground, he heard news that touched his heart.

The monarchs of Siberia are not all nobles of noble blood, but they each have great achievements and control part of the economic lifeline of their respective countries.

They will be attached to the hunting ground because the hunting ground has a unique information network.

Both the bright side and the dark side of the news can be clearly grasped through that network.

The monarchs exchanged benefits from the hunting ground king in the form of support.

The hunting king gives information exchange and controls the secrets of each monarch in real time.

Nangong Hin's eyes sparkled, and he felt that this was the Matrix that he had been dreaming of.

No wonder he yearned for the world of hackers since childhood.

It turned out that he was destined to become the king of the hunting ground!

Nangong Ji, who harbored a great wish, made a promise to his father at the foot of the mountain.

"Dad, as long as you are nice to me, I will be nice to you too! Your game company will be bigger than Black Star!"

He is the king who is about to master the secrets of the whole world. When the time comes, Black Star will listen to his control and stay humble.

Yu Heng laughed out loud.

"Begin haggling before becoming an emperor."

He raised his hand to support his temple, feeling that Mr. Nangong failed to learn his lesson well, "No matter what you look like, I will treat you very well, provided that you finish your homework and study hard."

Nangong Ji: ...

It turns out that homework is unavoidable.

Nine-year-old Mr. Nangong developed a strong hostility towards homework, and vowed to solve the never-ending set of homework first after becoming king.

Their chat didn't last long.

Intermittent signals forced the little boy to say good night.

Yu Heng hung up the video, and when he turned his head, he could see the castle under the moonlight.

The sharp roofs and the danger of the cliffs form a unique shadow under the moonlight, which is as deep as a work of art carved from a stone axe, revealing a strange gloomyness.

"Yu Heng, Yu Heng."

Suddenly, Yu Heng heard a soft call, and turned his head to see Zhao Chi squatting on the balcony of the villa, calling him softly.

He had his hair cut, shaved off his tangled stubble, and returned to his former elite demeanor.

However, wearing a tracksuit that is easy to move in and wearing black is like a thief in the middle of the night.

Seeing Yu Heng looking over, Zhao Chishen quickly waved and said in a low voice, "Quick, let's go."

Looking at this, Yu Heng felt as if Zhao Chishen came running in the dark and asked him to elope.

"Old Zhao, why are you crazy..." He walked over helplessly, looking down at Zhao Chishen under the balcony.

Zhao Chishen looked up at him, keeping his voice extremely low.

"I dare not say some things in front of Zhao Chenghuai, because he has been in the hunting ground longer than me, and he may take some questions lightly, and you don't believe me."

"Huh?" Yu Heng squatted in the gap between the pillars of the balcony, and had an underground connection with Comrade Zhao, "What's the problem?"

"At the dinner at the hunting ground every week, the monarch chooses whether the guests can enter the dance floor."

His eyes were shining brightly under the moonlight, and he told the great secret of the hunting ground, "But, my brother said that he has never been to a ball, nor has he been to a hunt, which is impossible!"

"Because of the games played at the dinner party, although I can't win, he will definitely be able to easily kill all opponents!"

Brother Zhao's judgment on his younger brother was indeed accurate.

But his worries couldn't be communicated with Yu Heng, he said: "So, I suspect that Zhao Chenghuai has already passed the dance floor, won the hunt, and became the subordinate of the castle master...even my father doesn't know!"

Zhao Chishen's eyes were full of sincerity.

Yu Heng felt that he was a little silly.

The bad brother is obviously a free and undisciplined guy. There are dinner games that can be played all the time. Of course, he will continue to play instead of clearing the customs all the way to maximize profits.

Because Zhao Chenghuai didn't care about any interests at all.

"Mr. Zhao, are the games at your dinner party fun?"

"It's not fun." Zhao Chishen muffled, complaining like Nangong Zai.

"But it must be fun to be bad." Yu Heng propped his chin, sitting in the deserted corner of the balcony, and talking to Zhao Chishen, who was in the dark under the balcony, about what he knew about Zhao Chenghuai.

"Although you are the prince of the Black Star Group, your preference for games is only for the joy and showing off of the winner."

Yu Heng could understand the difference between him and Zhao Chenghuai, "Your brother is different. He simply likes games, enjoys games, and pursues the joy of confronting stronger opponents."

"He has been here for ten years, and he goes to the dinner every week. It can't be all because of your father's mission."

Yu Heng said: "Because he thinks the game is interesting, it is very possible that he stayed at the dinner party and didn't bother to dance and hunt."

Zhao Chishen was almost convinced by Yu Heng, he looked up at Yu Heng in surprise, and pieced together the Zhao Chenghuai who had impressed him deeply in the past ten years.

Quiet, gloomy, and obsessively standing at the game table, dismantling and replaying those boring games over and over again.

His dark and deep eyes seemed to be unable to accommodate anything but games.

Anyone who disturbs his immersion in the game world becomes a victim on the operating table.

Zhao Chishen trembled all over, and the psychological shadow of his childhood rose up.

"What if... the master of the castle is the master he is chasing?"

Zhao Chishen, who doesn't know games but knows his younger brother, said with serious eyes, "If the owner of the castle can play games with Zhao Chenghuai all the time, then he can tell Zhao Chenghuai to kill people, and my brother is willing!"

When Yu Heng heard it, it was true.

After he defeated Zhao Chenghuai, his younger brother's obsession was extraordinary.

Even if it is a boring job like disciplining a son, my younger brother can do it professionally and responsibly.

Zhao Chenghuai likes games, and every time he says the bet, he has the ability to bewitch that Yu Heng can't understand.

It's as if he's used to the winner taking what he wants, and having a penchant for making an offer no one else can refuse.

"It's impossible for your brother to kill someone, but it's very possible to do something else."

Yu Heng thought carefully, and felt that it was not Zhao Chenghuai who had the problem, but the owner of the castle.

His eyes sank, he lowered his head and asked, "What kind of person is the owner of the castle?"

"I've never seen him before. He's very mysterious."

As Zhao Chishen is a senior loser, the monarch is too lazy to talk to him, and it is even less likely that he will meet the king of the hunting ground.

"They have a separate language and call him by his first name. Every time I communicate in English, they don't like talking."

The poor Black Star Crown Prince encountered unprecedented contempt in the hunting ground.

Old Zhao, who was frustrated with his self-esteem, thought hard and imitated the words used by the monarchs when they talked about the owner of the castle.

A short title with a unique syllable.

When Yu Heng heard it, he felt that it was very similar to the Yenisei language.

The vocabulary that the monarchs used to call the master of the castle is simple and noble.

King, Emperor, Your Majesty.

Yu Heng was a little taken aback.

He knew that above the seven monarchs of Siberia, there was a powerful king.

However, even Zhao Chishen, who lived in the castle every week, had never seen this emperor, and the secretive communication between the monarchs in Yenisei showed his mystery.

He suddenly thought of the Alexander Wang who was elusive.

Nowhere in the original novel did it describe where Nangong Ji caught his attention and made him persistently fight crime.

Yu Heng always felt that Lao Wang might be Su Sisi's biological father, or else he had a crush on Su Sisi's mother and wanted to be her father...

He suddenly looked up at the castle on the cliff, and realized that his rebellious son might run into Lao Wang in another place.

Yu Heng frowned and asked in a low voice, "Does the owner of the castle have any legends?"

"Ok?"

"It's similar to controlling the lifeline of the global economy. No one knows his appearance or real name. If anyone offends him, his family will be destroyed in minutes, and he will die a bad death!"

"how do you know?!"

Zhao Chi frowned deeply, and said seriously, "Who told you? My brother? That's right, he's been in the hunting ground for so many years and helped Black Star get so much news and benefits. It's impossible not to know about it."

He gave Yu Heng the most complete reason.

But Yu Heng only felt that his heart was bright.

It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be here.

The well-behaved son he wanted to cultivate with all his heart, maybe under the leadership of Andre, he offended the mysterious old king who was uncertain, and was doomed to a terrible ending in the future.

Once thinking of such a possibility, Yu Heng had the heart to kill Andre.

Sure enough, his biological father was useless, and he was simply the mastermind behind the tragic story of Nangong Jiong!

He actually naively thought that if he accompanied his son to inherit the throne, there would be no troubles.

Unexpectedly, the throne is the biggest trap!

"I'll go with you." Yu Heng stood up, with a strong desire to go quietly to the castle.

Zhao Chishen's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand excitedly, "Come on, jump down, I'll catch you!"

Yu Heng silently glanced at him and retreated to the balcony.

Too much Romeo and Juliet, he and Lao Zhao are not that close yet.

The corridors are empty and quiet, and the housekeepers and servants of the villa always disappear at night, and they will never appear to disturb them without ringing the service bell.

Yu Heng walked straight through the living room, ready to go out immediately.

But under the warm and soft lighting in the living room, I saw Zhao Chenghuai who was leaning on the sofa and playing games.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Chenghuai stopped the "Nizi Completely Defeated" in his hand, and looked at Yu Heng in confusion.

His son's bright future was being ruined, Yu Heng gritted his teeth in a bad mood and said, "Go and kill Andre."

The angry and bloody words successfully aroused Zhao Chenghuai's interest.

"why?"

"Because Andre lied to me, this is just a simple inheritance ceremony."

Yu Heng didn't want to delay for a moment, and walked out of the gate of the villa, "But he didn't tell me that in the test of being king, Nangong Ji might offend the guy who shouldn't be offended in this life!"

That's not.

Zhao Chenghuai followed Yu Heng silently, thinking that there were only six wastes in the hunting ground, even if the Black Star Group was added, it would be no big deal if they were offended.

But Yu Heng was furious and walked very fast.

As soon as Zhao Chenghuai went out with him, he saw his elder brother from the mountain cave running over in pitch black.

Then, stop.

Zhao Chishen: ...

Zhao Chenghuai :)

The brothers met in silence, and Zhao Chishen went mad for a while, thinking that Yu Heng was too careless, and agreed to run away quietly together, why did he take his brother with him!

"So, is it my brother who has some internal secrets and told you to go to the hunting ground at night?"

Zhao Chenghuai followed Yu Heng helplessly, "Your son will be fine, there is no need for you to go."

"I know he'll be fine."

Yu Heng was very sure that Nangong Ji would grow up to be 26 years old alive and kicking, and suffer Alexander Wang's torture in his tenacious life like Xiaoqiang.

"However, I will worry about him."

Worried that he was having an argument with the eccentric and elusive Pharaoh.

Worrying about him doing irreparable things and saying irreparable things.

Nangong Ji is only nine years old, he is just a child.

The big deal is that Yu Heng, the father, will be present in person, let the little boy plead guilty, kneel in front of the old king's door, and beg the old king to be magnanimous at the age of nine years old.

The old father's great plan directly contracted the little boy's knee.

Zhao Chenghuai knew nothing, walked beside him silently, and glanced at Zhao Chishen who was following them.

The road to the cliff looks very close, but in fact it is very far away with winding roads.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message, overturning the reply in the afternoon.

——I will take part in the duel.

——No one can do anything until I arrive.

The message was sent successfully. He looked at Yu Heng and felt the persistence of those around him who would not give up until dawn.

So, Zhao Chenghuai edited the message helplessly and sent it again.

——Call a car down the mountain to pick me up.

Just let his brother go up by himself.

The author has something to say: Zhao Chishen:? ? ?

Yu Heng: They are brothers.

Zhao Chenghuai :)