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Ding Huanliang twitched his eyelashes and opened his eyes.

Opposite is the window, no curtains installed yet, abundant daylight shines on the face, the spring in Jianghan is different from that in Shenyang, the heat is tiresome.

There was a thick arm across his shoulder, he pushed it away, propped himself up on the bed and tried to get off the ground, when the people behind him came up, folded their arms, and hugged him back.

"Hey," Ding Huanliang frowned in annoyance, "I'm starving to death."

"Lie down a little longer." He Feifan put his forehead against the back of his neck and yawned.

"Don't get bored, okay?" Ding Huanliang said coldly.

He Feifan let go of his hand, and in front of his eyes was a back covered with tattoos, a female skeleton with six white bone arms, two of which stretched from the armpit to the nipple, painted in the shape of kneading, and the two in the middle were holding the hipbone meridian The groin holds the circle downward, and the lower two are on the buttocks, protruding inward along the plump arc, without seeing the end.

"Fuck," He Feifei licked Ding Huanliang's neck, "I really admire myself..." Then he teased his ears, "It's not soft from behind."

Ding Huanliang elbowed him: "I think you're quite energetic."

He Feifan clung to him, using his weight advantage to push him on the bed, the mattress made a creaking sound: "I've always wanted to ask you why you have tattoos like this."

Ding Huanliang squinted his eyes and looked back: "I didn't get the tattoo."

He Feifan stared at his mouth.

"It was the former president of No. 88, my boss," Ding Huanliang smiled, cold and flamboyant like a knife, "he likes this kind of thing..."

He Feifan suddenly lowered his head towards him, as if he wanted to kiss him. Ding Huanliang was taken aback, but He Feifan stopped, as if he didn't think about it, or he was afraid of embarrassing himself: "It's really not a thing, your boss."

"What's the matter?" Ding Huanliang couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved, "It's worth it to exchange a suit of skin for seat 88."

Of course, it wasn't just skins he was offering in exchange.

He Feifan let him go, saw him naked, twisting the bones on his back, getting out of bed to take a shower, damn it, he lifted the quilt and looked, and he became energetic again.

This is a temporary apartment, arranged by Si Jie. It should be the property of the Northern Branch in Jianghan. Like two homeless wild cats, clinging to each other, living together in a small house.

When Ding Huanliang came out of the shower, He Feifan was already bent over making breakfast, and the room was full of choking smoke.

"Are there any eggs?" Ding Huanliang probed.

No, He Feifan flipped the cornstarch and vegetable cakes in the pot: "I'm done eating this week."

The phone on the wall rang suddenly. Only Si Jie knew the number here. Ding Huanliang urged: "Go and answer the phone."

He Feifei didn't move: "Why didn't you answer?"

"You are the team leader of the dyeing company," Ding Huanliang asked back, "what am I?"

He Feifan put down the pot and said, "Turn it over."

Ding Huanliang grabbed the shovel. He had never touched the oily fume, and he didn't want to.

He Feifan put down the phone, came back and held his hand, picked up the pancake and turned it over, so that Ding Huanliang was hugged from behind by him.

The stove top is a bit low for them, the cornstarch gets hard and crunchy, a little bit of oil here and there, but it tastes like home.

"It's blurry." Ding Huanliang said.

He Feifan sniffed his wet hair, the smell of water and soap: "It's better to paste it, it's more fragrant."

Yeah?Ding Huanliang felt the heat on his back, and the bones were about to move.

At this time, He Feifan said: "The branch has brought back the flower vine hook and the skull crown, and made the first round of repairs. Let us have a look at it when we have time."

Ding Huanliang turned his head back quickly, with flames dancing in his pale pupils: "Damn it, finally..." His expression changed, and his previous laziness, softness, and ridiculous thought of thinking this place was like home were all swept away. Light.

"Leave after eating." He Feifan was the same, some warm things were gone, and the two of them were ferocious controllers, ambitious men who were always ready to seize opportunities.

The bones are in the No. [-] Repair Factory, which is very close to the headquarters of the dyeing society. Walking there, you have to cross the entire Jianghan city center. This is not comparable to a border city like Beifu. The roads are straight and flat, and there are greenery around the main buildings. Seeing the shabby amputee, and even a woman walking on the street, there is no trace of desolation.

"As expected of Jiang Han..." Ding Huanliang was surprised.

"After all, it has been prosperous for more than ten years," He Feifei said. "The Dye Society, the Lion Hall, and the headquarters of a previous government army separatist force are all located here."

When they entered the repair shop, no one took them as personalities. After listening to the noise in the work area for more than half an hour, someone led them to the factory area. The flower vine hooks and skull crowns stood side by side on the shelf, looking like new.

"B-6, B-7, leave the factory within 15 minutes," the staff flipped through the work records without looking at them, "Find the car yourself, install it yourself."

Just a small worker who repairs bones, but with a high-ranking tone, Ding Huanliang took a step forward, and He Feifan grabbed him: "Let's put it on and walk."

Xiao Gong raised his head, glanced contemptuously, and smiled with a smile: "Whatever."

Ding Huanliang stared at the figure in overalls, and said in a deep voice, "If it's in Shenyang, I'll make his life worse than death!"

"He deserves it too?" He Feifei turned around and stepped onto the second stage, "An ant, something that doesn't even have a connection entrance, what kind of relationship are you wasting with him?"

Ding Huanliang raised his head: "He Feifei, we won't be like this forever, will we?"

"How is that possible?" He Feifei jumped into the cabin of the royal, "Stop talking nonsense and come up."

The Vine Hook and the Skull Crown walked out of the repair shop's delivery port side by side, facing the west side of the Dyeshe Building. Because of the long-term war, the height of the building is not high, so as not to become the target of bombing and attack.The headquarters of Dyeshe has only ten floors, but it is a magnificent building group. It is connected to more than [-] buildings through covered bridges and cableway trains in the southeast and northwest.

Ding Huanliang was fascinated, and suddenly there was a heavy running sound across the street, and then, a skeleton with a long ax rushed out from the west gate of the dyeing company headquarters, and then a neutron cannon exploded on its back.

"Be careful!" The flower vine hook stood in front of the skull crown, swung the metal whip, and pulled off the scattered shell fragments.

The skeleton threw itself on the ground, and behind it, the pursuers had already arrived.

A skeletal army team, uniformly sprayed the lotus badge of the dyeing society on their shoulders, and the leader held a double axe, commanding the privates to block the surrounding area: "The president treats you as a brother, why did you stab him!"

Stabbing... the president?Ding Huanliang looked at the assassin, and saw that it was standing up with a long axe, the head of the axe was facing the light, the crescent-shaped edge was covered with a layer of rare metal, and the blade was forward, with a vigorous murderous look.

"Brother?" Hearing the voice, the assassin was young, "He killed my helmsman and closed my hall, how could I treat him as a brother!"

Holding the double axes, he flipped down the cannon barrel and set up an attacking formation: "Tell me, who are you!"

The assassin swung his long axe: "Lion hall Qinglong branch, captain of Yinghaiduo Lingdong team!" It gave a name, rushed to the nearest private soldier, and slashed head-on.

The centipede in the Lion Hall was dead but not stiff, it was a vendetta, but Ding Huanliang was surprised, how could the assassin enter Jianghan, how could the assassin infiltrate into the core layer majestically, and even become the brother of the president?

Dozens of cannonballs fired in volley, the flower vine hook covered the skull crown and retreated. Relying on the spirit of dying, the assassin was invincible with a long axe. A dozen private soldiers bent down one after another, and fell at its feet with electric sparks.

The one with the double axe came up. As the saying goes, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger, and they are all big blades. But facing the attack of the long axe, the short axe obviously has more than enough heart but not enough strength. After more than a dozen rounds, the assassin has already gained the upper hand.

"Let's go." Seeing that the situation was not good, the flower vine hook pushed the skull crown into the repair shop, but Ding Huanliang held him down with his backhand. "He Feifan," he said, "this opportunity is not to be missed, and it will never come again!"

He Feifei's heart skipped a beat, and the next moment, the skull crown had bypassed him, cutting into the combat radius and rushing into the melee circle, throwing a strong acid needle at the chemical battery pack behind the assassin.

"Damn it!" The Vine Hook followed immediately, and entered from the opposite direction of the skull crown. The one holding the double axes was already injured, his left arm was broken from his shoulder, and the ax fell to the ground more than ten meters away.

The assassin's battery light lit up, flickering long and short. It simply removed the battery pack and used the backup nuclear power to supply power. The long ax immediately turned to face Ding Huanliang.

"Hello!" He Feifei called it.

The assassin didn't move, but the focus of the eyepiece moved over, and a weird long whip dangled in front of his eyes. The hook of the whip's tail was raised, and it swayed from side to side like a budding flower tendril.

At this time, the reinforcements from the dyeing society arrived, and more than a dozen high-level skeletons surrounded here from the west, north, and south directions, but the assassin did not respond, but let go of his hand, and fell to his knees as the long ax fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

"Mom..." it said softly, trembling, stretched out its hands towards He Feifan's flower vine hook, and suddenly withdrew its hands back, as if fearful, and shouted heart-piercingly, "Upright!"

Memories are things that can kill. All the cherished, remorseful, and hated images roared over the fragile nerves. Ding Huanliang picked up the ax on the ground and walked behind it. Looking at the head manipulated by the illusion, he chopped it off with all his strength.

It was over, it was slapped face down on the ground, the captain of the Yinghaiduolingdong team of the Qinglong branch of the Lion Hall, no longer existed.

Ding Huanliang didn't remember his name. He turned the skeleton over and opened the cabin. Inside was a young man in his early twenties. His neurons were dead, but his body was still intact. That face, Yingqi, Zhou Zheng, where and Cen Zhuo A bit like.

At this time, the west gate opened again, and Si Jie led a dozen younger brothers out. When he saw the flower vine hook, he was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"Branch," He Feifei saluted respectfully, "When I meet an assassin, I will lure the enemy, and I will move my hands brightly."

Si Jie looked at the corpse on the ground and said without any nonsense, "The skeleton is off, follow me to see the president."

The west gate is the small side entrance of the headquarters of the dyeing society. Because it faces the No. [-] factory, people with status usually don't go through here. Si Jie led them around to the lobby, took the elevator, and went straight to the top floor.

"Be measured." He reminded.

He Feifan and Ding Huanliang glanced at each other: "Understood."

Si Jie looked at them from the shiny metal door. The originally serious and cold person suddenly smiled: "Fan Fei, you are lucky."

He Feifei was stunned, and immediately bowed: "Where, thanks to the branch." At this time, he was still thinking about hooking Ding Huanliang's fingers, "I was notified by the branch to pick up the bones, just in time."

Ding Huanliang didn't dodge, but hooked him, and plucked out his nails fiercely.

The elevator door opened, Si Jie strode out, He Feifan followed, and stared back at Ding Huanliang.

This is a large semi-circular reception hall with three main corridors leading to three directions respectively, but Si Jie suddenly turned his heels and led them to an inconspicuous alley in the corner.

There are many forks in such a narrow passage. Ding Huanliang paid attention to it. They kept turning to the right for an untold number of times. When they came to a narrow door, Si Jie stopped and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice of broken ice and broken jade came from the supreme leader of the dyeing society - Yuzawa Shenglizhu.

Si Jie unscrewed the door, and a beam of light leaked out from the crack of the door, instantly illuminating the narrow passage. Ding Huanliang opened his eyes wide, watching the door to heaven open in front of him.

This is the office of the president of the No. [-] society in the world. It is hidden, quiet, and full of light. Yuzawa is sitting on a small chair, facing the door, wearing a dark suit and wearing a lotus badge on his chest like ordinary cadres.He has very long legs, he should be a tall and straight man, his eyes are extremely powerful, it seems that he can see through people with just one glance.

He Feifan and Ding Huanliang were stunned, not because of his intimidating aura, but because of the things in front of him.

It’s hard to say what it is, it looks like a huge magnetic field, but every fluctuation of this field is visible to the naked eye. In the center of the field is a piece of black metal that is the size of a palm and has two pointed ends. If you look carefully, you will find that it is countless cut The extremely fine metal particles are attracted and entangled with each other, suspended in the center of the magnetic field at an inclination of 15 degrees, and rotate slowly.

"President," Si Jie took a step forward, "The ones who have made contributions are the leader of the Beifutang Chaoyang Group, Huamangou He Feifan, the president of No. 88 Shenyang City, and the skeleton crown Ding Huanliang."

"President!" He Feifei and Ding Huanliang both bowed.

Yuzawa nodded, pointing to the field in front of him: "Look at it, it is also 'looking' at you, 'seeing' your past and future."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pulse radiated from the center of the field, small but straight, merged into the tide-like magnetic field, pushing out new waves.

"Shenyang..." Yuzawa stood up and took something from the desk, "The base camp of Jialantang."

Ding Huanliang looked over, it was a peach.

"Tell me," Yuzawa looked at him and took a bite out of a peach, "What makes Jialantang so special?"

Ding Huanliang was unprepared, so he could only briefly introduce: "Jialantang is a small society in Shenyang City with the word C, and the president is..."

Yuzawa immediately raised his hand: "Don't mention that name."

Ding Huanliang was puzzled.

Yuzawa pointed to that field: "Shan Xumi said that in Jianghan, you can't mention that name."

Mount Sumeru?Ding Huanliang was astonished, that field had a name, and...can talk?

"You have fought against Jialantang, how strong is it?" Yuzawa asked.

He Feifei answered for Ding Huanliang: "It won't make any difference."

Yuzawa laughed, too uninhibited for the leader of the No. Two dyeing houses."