You pervert! ! !

The glass greenhouse is brightly lit, and even the ostentatious lilies in the dirt are so white that they reflect the light.

Yu Heng looked at Qi Mingzhi quietly. The middle-aged man had a gentle smile, not to mention handsome and elegant, but at least refined and easy-going.

but……

"Do people here like to talk like that?"

Yu Heng is used to the warmth of a society ruled by law, and when he hears about dead bodies, he doesn't want to count them at all.

I just want to call the police.

Qi Mingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile, "What?"

"It's just a matter of course."

Yu Heng gave an example helplessly, describing the abnormality he felt, "It seems that other people's lives are not important, it is a piece of paper that can be smashed casually, a cup that can be smashed casually, and it is completely in your hands."

In the silent greenhouse, soft laughter sounded.

Qi Mingzhi said with a smile: "It's the first time I've heard such an interesting metaphor, but for people like us, human life is really not important."

His old and gentle voice could not conceal the contempt in his words, "There are countless guys who are willing to exchange their lives for money. Many people even heard that winning the game in the hunting ground can fulfill their desires, and they kept coming here , begging to see the king."

The fragrance of lilies lingered on the tip of Yu Heng's nose.

He breathed calmly, and he could catch the rich fragrance of lilies in the air.

Those lilies in full bloom can also bloom extraordinarily brilliantly in the cold Siberian summer.

"So, with so many guys who can be used, you choose to kill them?"

Yu Heng walked over slowly, stretched out his hand to caress Lily's huge flower bones, "Shouldn't we take this opportunity to blackmail them and plot something that is not as important as their lives?"

Qi Mingzhi stared blankly, and looked at Yu Heng in surprise.

This young man who is keen on games and always wins, did not feel flustered at all, but calmly stroked the lily bushes in front of him, feeling the fragrance of night lilies one by one.

"... There will always be some people who are worthless if they lose." Qi Mingzhi narrowed his eyes and said with a smirk.

Yu Heng pinched the lily unceremoniously, and exerted force with his fingertips, making the big white flower nod like a human face.

"There is no value to create value." He dangled the beautiful lily flower, like a ruthless capitalist who is used to exploitation, "I don't believe that your hobby is so special, you just like the pleasure of killing people."

Under the bright light, Yu Heng's eyes were transparent and open-minded.

He saw through Qi Mingzhi's boring games at a glance, and even felt that this monarch was really hateful.

What kind of corpse is buried under the lilies?

Capitalists like the exchange of benefits the most. Those who can come to the hunting ground are either rich or expensive. Even if Qi Mingzhi specially invites game masters, they should have names and surnames in order to be recognized by the monarch.

Compared to quietly turning into fertilizer, a mature middle-aged man like Qi Mingzhi would definitely hold his life in his hands, and want the other party to die.

Yu Heng felt distressed.

I feel sorry for Zhao Chenghuai.

The young and handsome bad brother grew up under the gaze of such perverted elders. It is estimated that a strange opponent will come every now and then. Every time he wins a game, there will be a bloody threat from the strange uncle.

Thinking of this, Yu Heng paused with his downcast fingers.

I really want to burn all these lilies with a fire, and ignite Qi Mingzhi together by the way!

Yu Heng played with Lily in silence, Qi Mingzhi looked at him silently.

The air in the greenhouse was silent and stagnant, which proved that Qi Mingzhi knew Yu Heng's answer smartly.

After all the lilies in front of him had been stabbed painfully, Qi Mingzhi said quietly: "I don't have such a habit, can you guarantee that Alex doesn't?"

"Ha." Yu Heng frowned and looked at him, "I have lived with Zhao Chenghuai for more than half a year, and he has been helping me take care of my children, and he has taken care of them very well. If he really has such a habit, can I still come to the hunting ground alive?"

Still alive to witness the diversity of hunting grounds?

Yu Heng saved enough face for Qi Mingzhi.

Qi Mingzhi's expression was particularly weird, as if he was suppressing his long-standing anger.

He looked at Yu Heng slowly with deep eyes, only to feel that the Sparrow God invited by Zhao Chenghuai must have some secrets that he didn't know.

Otherwise, how dare Yu Heng say brazenly: Zhao Chenghuai doesn't have that habit!

Qi Mingzhi could not openly condemn the young king of the hunting ground.

But his heart was full of bitterness, and even his little fingers were trembling slightly.

"You won, Yu Heng." He said this unwillingly, "I agree with you entering the dance floor."

There is nothing in the soil of the lily.

Only his well-prepared fertilizer can protect the healthy growth of this lily bush.

"Thank you." Yu Heng responded politely.

He walked past Qi Mingzhi, hesitated for a moment, and still said, "But I want to say, not only are you not very good at playing games, but you are also not very good at giving questions."

As a producer who is proficient in clearing various RPG decryption and exploration games, I have a little sympathy for this middle-aged man who has left the era.

He said: "The field of interests that you have worked so hard to maintain is likely to cause a chain reaction if one person dies casually, attracting righteous men to descend from the sky and wipe you all out."

"Next time you want to ask a question, why don't you ask me—"

Yu Heng smiled brightly, "If you put Duge and Andre in a duel and tell them that the victor can keep his hands and feet, who will win?"

Qi Mingzhi had a surprised expression, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his old face.

"How dare you do that?!"

"Why not?" The real winner became arrogant, the outdated grandfather was no match at all.

Yu Heng smiled and waved goodbye, "I will tell them before the duel that it was your suggestion, let them remember to thank you."

Qi Mingzhi: ...

The temperature of the greenhouse at night is suitable, and the monarch who is keen on serving flowers and plants keeps the temperature very well.

Yu Heng touched those lilies, the dew was clear and fragrant, and he saw that there were no insects or diseases. It was obvious that they had been carefully cultivated, and even the pH value of the soil had been precisely adjusted.

Qi Mingzhi should love these lilies very much, otherwise he wouldn't stare at them nervously when Yu Heng stretched out his hand to caress them, lest he destroy the flowers with his hands.

He walked all the way back to the castle.

In the dark night, the majestic buildings are shrouded in countless shadows, the brighter the lights in the corridor, the more conspicuous the darkness.

It's like the eerie faces of the monarchs, hiding in the darkness disgustingly.

Yu Heng counted with his fingers, Zhao Chenghuai was eight years old when he came here, younger than hideous.

As the child of the person in charge of the Black Star Group, he participated in adult games and grew up under the influence of his ears and eyes. He was so smart that Yu Heng admired him, and at the same time, he was so pitiful that he sighed.

Maybe it's because raising a child brings out the father's sense of responsibility, and Yu Heng doesn't mind taking his bad brother under his wing at all.

He was also very grateful that he came here and sent the rebellious hideousness back to his hometown.

Otherwise, if he waited obediently at the foot of the cliff, he might just wait for a crooked cub that Meng's mother couldn't save even three times.

"Yu Heng?" Zhao Chenghuai finally found someone in the corridor of the castle.

However, before he unfolded the printing paper in his hand, Yu Heng opened his arms and hugged him tightly regardless of whether he agreed or not.

"hug."

Yu Heng's exhaustion after chatting with Qi Mingzhi finally dissipated a lot after he forcibly threw himself on his bad brother.

Zhao Chenghuai has a light youthful atmosphere, broad shoulders, and a straight back, giving Yu Heng enough peace of mind.

After a fleeting moment of relief, Yu Heng let go of his arms, raised his hand and patted his younger brother's back, and said earnestly: "Don't learn from others again."

"Ok?"

"Let me hear what you said about gambling with life and gambling, and I will let you write a letter of repentance after you lose, and you will be treated the same as you."

"Um……"

Yu Heng's old father's hobbies remained unchanged.

It seemed that because the son was not around, it became more and more serious.

With a new educational object, Yu Heng's mood improved a lot.

Poor bad brother, who grew up in such a harsh environment since he was a child, has not become a profit-driven philistine.

For a small language problem, he will forgive it for the time being.

With the consent of the four monarchs, Yu Heng no longer has to go back to the banquet hall.

He took Zhao Chenghuai to the room, and the clever bad brother immediately realized: "You got Qi Mingzhi's consent?"

"Yes." Yu Heng raised his eyebrows and said, "Qi Mingzhi should be from your father's generation. I really didn't expect him to be so childish at such an old age."

Zhao Chenghuai frowned, and replied with a smile, "He is indeed naive."

Always unwilling to admit defeat, he recruited many people to confront him, and then realized again and again that he could not control the hunting ground he had built by himself.

They walked in the empty and gorgeous corridor, and Zhao Chenghuai finally handed out the typed draft in his hand.

"Your son's homework today."

Yu Heng took the paper, and hideous handwriting was clearly printed on it, with the title "I Miss You, Dad".

"So, you just went to print his homework for me?"

"Ah."

Yu Heng was deeply moved.

The bad brother is really kind in nature, a group of monarchs are eyeing to gamble their hands and feet, betting on the corpse, only the younger brother has not forgotten the child's homework.

Not only carefully supervised, but also printed it out for him!

The series of masterpieces by Nangong Ji is released again.

At the beginning, it cuts straight to the theme, expressing how much I miss my father.

"My dear Papa, I miss you so much. We haven't been apart for so long since I became your son."

"I miss you when I pass the game, and I miss you when I get stuck in the game. Even if I'm turning over my summer vacation life and facing simple exercises, I miss you too."

"So, Dad, when are you coming back?"

The child's handwriting is correct and beautiful.

Although there is suspicion of making up the number of words, the repeated misses healed Yu Heng's bitterness and fatigue.

I just think my son is so cute, he is like a little angel raised by him.

There are too many psychopaths in this hunting ground, and it is easy to taint the little angel into a little devil. It is really worthwhile for him to change his limit.

"It would be great if you could read it to me."

Yu Heng slowly folded the piece of paper, and said with emotion, "The hunting ground's network is set up, but I haven't made a video call with him yet."

In the Ye family villa, Nangong Ji sat on the sofa and watched TV with Ye Zhennan.

The night life of children is so simple and boring.

Social news is broadcast on TV, telling stories about the loss of morality and the distortion of human nature.

Holding the pink shark toy in his arms, Nangong frowned, thinking about how much this question would score in "Nizi Fall Flat".

Suddenly, Tasia came over, and said in a soft and blunt voice, "Sisi, Mr. Zhao made a video call."

Nangong Ji jumped off the sofa immediately, and the whole pink nightdress swayed wildly with his movements.

"Give it to me!"

His voice was sweet, and tears were about to fall from his heart.

Bad brother is not the kind of person who likes to make video calls to him. This video call is definitely from his favorite father!

Nangong Ling took the mobile phone and ran upstairs to the room without looking back.

The long skirt became a stumbling block in his life, limiting his running wildly.

I don't know who bought these skirts, they are all pink, with lace trim, they rustle when they walk in them, Ye Zhennan will stare at him anytime he moves.

Very uncomfortable.

Now, as soon as the door was closed, Nangong Yin held the phone and shouted boldly, "Dad!"

Super well-behaved, just waiting for Yu Heng to go home and take off her women's wig.

The cute kid, with blue eyes as clear as the sky, paired with a long braid, and the lovely lace edge of the nightdress, pierced the heart of the old father.

Yu Heng laughed out loud, deeply feeling that Nangong Xie was born beautiful, so she was suitable for such a beautiful dress, to be a good and careful princess.

"Hey, are you obedient at Uncle Ye's house?"

"Of course there is." Nangong Xie replied obediently, with an unprecedentedly sweet voice, "I study with Brother Ye every day, play "Nizi Falls Flat", and even write a composition specially for Dad. Did Dad read it?"

"I see, it's very well written, and Dad likes it very much."

Nangong Xie couldn't suppress his excitement. Only his father is good in the world. As long as his father is in a good mood, everything will be fine in the future.

He held his mobile phone and asked impatiently, "Dad, the dinner should be over. When are you coming back? I'm going to pick you up."

Wearing pants, combing short hair, taking off this messy pink, go pick it up!

Children's plans are always so simple and unpretentious.

Yu Heng's voice said helplessly: "It will probably take a few more days, and I will come back directly when the time comes, so don't worry about it. Also, you are at someone else's house, you must—"

Before the well-obedient exhortation could speak, it was interrupted by a voice next to it.

"Yu Heng, you have new news."

Youyou's voice had a familiar accent, and Nangong's eyes widened when he heard it.

It's so late, why is the bad brother still here?

Why didn't his dad come to have a video chat with him alone?

Yu Heng looked out of the camera and said, "Dad has an impromptu meeting, and I have to go to work. Let the bad brother talk to you."

After speaking, the lens changed the holder.

Nangong Ji:? ? ?

He has nothing to chat with the bad brother!

"Daddy don't go—"

It's no use for the little boy to stay with him affectionately.

Zhao Chenghuai appeared in front of the camera with a friendly and friendly smile.

"Good, bad brother." Nan Gongxi was listless, and greeted him to show that he was not particularly unhappy.

Zhao Chenghuai didn't care about his attitude, and said directly: "I checked just now, and the progress of "Ni Zi A Flat Fumble" on your new account is too slow, so don't be lazy. Also, after writing the composition every day, remember to read the video and send it over."

Video?

what?

"Why!" Nangong Xie opened his eyes wide. Writing a composition praising his father was enough to torment him. Why do you want to record it on video?

He smiled, and he was happy to see the little boy angry.

"Your father said so."

The author has something to say: Nangong Ji; I don't believe it!My dad is not that kind of person!

Yu Heng: I really said it.

Nangong Ji: ...

Nangong Ji: Wuwuwu Dad, you have changed, you don't love me anymore.