The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 187

The snow is long and the wind is cold.

The whole day is gray, which makes people feel particularly depressed and dull.

The visitor's stature is like a willow tree, and he has grown a lot taller than before. He is wearing a dark green military uniform and a large dark green cape. His long black riding boots are shiny and shiny. The sable fur around the neckline of the cape surrounds this one. Pale face, exquisite like a ghost, slightly raised lips red as if just drinking blood.

The body is straight and there is a chilling aura that has been experienced in bloody battles on the battlefield.

When he looked at Shen Qingchuan, there seemed to be a bewitching and thick black mist in his eyes, full of greed.

"Brother, it's been a long time." Shang Xiaolou smiled, and his tone sounded very pleasant.

"It's you, you're responsible for all of this!" Shen Qingchuan's eyes seemed to freeze into ice, and the gaze towards Shang Xiaolou didn't have any warmth.

Shang Xiaolou sneered, the indifference and hatred towards him in Shen Qingchuan's eyes, more or less, was neither painful nor itchy to him, the important thing was that his brother stayed by his side in the end.

Shang Xiaolou waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately divided into two teams, surrounded Shen Qingchuan and Huo Dalong, and dozens of guns were aimed at them.

Adjutant Chen was very discerning, stepped forward and took off the big knife that Huo Dalong was pressing on Shen Qingchuan's neck. Seeing that Shen Qingchuan's neck was scratched a little, he also took out a piece of Sujuan from his pocket, and handed it over with a smile, surprised and exaggerated. Said, "This man has rough hands and feet, why did he hurt Sanshao Shen?"

"Sir Shen, wipe it quickly!"

Adjutant Chen saw that the skin on Shen Qingchuan's neck was as delicate as porcelain, exuding a jade-like light luster, bright red blood trickling down, it had a thrilling beauty, like a piece of exquisite and expensive porcelain broken , incomplete and regrettable fragility.

It makes people's hearts tremble.

Shen Qingchuan threw Sujuan who had come over to the ground, and did not accept Adjutant Chen's kindness at all. Adjutant Chen knew that he was wrong, so he did not blame Shen Qingchuan. I have a good face.

With a smile on his face, Adjutant Chen ordered Huo Dalong to be pushed in front of Shang Xiaolou, then retreated and stood aside.

Two soldiers tied Huo Dalong with a strong gray beard and walked up to Shang Xiaolou, and pressed Huo Dalong's shoulders hard, trying to make him kneel down, but Huo Dalong remained motionless like a big hard and smelly stone.

Two soldiers shouted, "Kneel down!"

Huo Dalong still straightened his back, although he has done all kinds of bad things, but he can't kneel down on the ground, he can't kneel down to a child with a yellow mouth, he lost his last bit of backbone.

He knew that Shang Xiaolou and Fu Sinian were in collusion, and he had already taken refuge in Fu Sinian. With this relationship, Shang Xiaolou would not do anything to him.

Shang Xiaolou stepped forward, gently patted the snow off Huo Dalong's shoulder, and said in a casual tone, "How can you be so rude to Huo Dalong?"

Just when Huo Dalong relaxed, he opened his mouth to say: Then you should untie me quickly.

Shang Xiaolou kicked Huo Dalong's side knee violently with long hard-soled long riding boots, instantly making him kneel on the ground, with such force that he wished to kick Huo Dalong to death.

The scarlet thin lips evoked a warm smile, and the fluffy tone seemed to be mixed with venom, lingering a horrible and strange atmosphere, Shang Xiaolou said softly, "But Mr. Huo seems to have forgotten something .”

"Others can be dealt with as you like, but you can't touch a single hair of him." Shang Xiaolou said.

"You hurt him, tell me, what choice do you have to make, should you keep your arm, or keep your servant's life?"

Shang Xiaolou threw the bloody sword in front of Huo Dalong and asked him to make a choice.

Gousheng called out miserably, "The master."

"You fucking shit, help him out now, hypocrisy, this is the scheme you conspired with Fu Sinian and set up for the Shen family, do you think he will be grateful to you? It's the second chair."

Huo Dalong was furious, he wanted to stand up but was firmly pressed by two soldiers behind his shoulders, kneeling on the ground full of gravel and gravel, he was like an old dog dying, lingering on his last breath, Screaming endlessly.

"Let me tell you, if you touch me, Master Fu will not let you go."

Seeing Huo Dalong move out of Fu Sinian, Shang Xiaolou smiled and said, "Do you think Fu Da is still the head of the house now? I'm afraid the owner has changed now."

In a blink of an eye, Shang Xiaolou saw Shen Qingchuan looking at him, and saw that his face was getting paler and paler in the cold wind, the blood on his neck was already half-dried, and he felt transparent and fragile.

Shang Xiaolou turned to Huo Dalong and said, "Since you can't make a decision, then I will help you make a decision."

After finishing speaking, Shang Xiaolou raised his pistol/gun and pointed at Gousheng, but looked at Shen Qingchuan, and shot Gousheng, the bullet hit his forehead, killing him on the spot.

Immediately, Shang Xiaolou bent down to pick up the big knife again, and cut off one of Huo Dalong's arms with a clean movement, the splashed blood foam stained his side face and the side of the chin, and he said in a low voice, with deep eyes, "I hate other people touching my things."

Regardless of Huo Dalong lying on the ground and howling in pain, Shang Xiaolou turned and walked towards Shen Qingchuan.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan take a step back, Shang Xiaolou took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe off the blood stains on the back of his hand, smiled softly, and said softly, "Brother, you see that I am not dirty, I wiped it clean."

As he said that, he was about to spread his hands, approach Shen Qingchuan, and hug him.

Shen Qingchuan pointed his hand/gun at Shang Xiaolou, his face was as indifferent as frost, and kept a distance of two meters from Shang Xiaolou, and said in a cold voice, "Where is my family?"

"Kill it." Shang Xiaolou said.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's face change slightly, Shang Xiaolou chuckled and said, "Brother is still the same as before, so easy to deceive."

"Do you believe that I can shoot?" Shen Qingchuan buckled the safety of the revolver/gun and completed the standby mode. As long as he lightly buckled the catch plate, the bullet would be fired from the muzzle/gun.

Shang Xiaolou walked forward slowly, and took the initiative to put his forehead against the cold muzzle of the gun, and squeezed it tightly until Shen Qingchuan's line of sight was met. His eyes were like black agate soaked in venom, clear and strong, and his thin lips hung With a smug and strange smile, he said, "It's an honor to die at the hands of my brother, but after my death, my brother won't be able to live."

"Death is in the same hole. I have already had a big coffin prepared, so that my brother and I can lie down."

"Madman." Shen Qingchuan gritted his teeth and said.

Shang Xiaolou's laughter was crisp and clear, his shoulders trembled, it was hard to see that the gloomy him could have such a cheerful side, laughing so hard that tears almost flowed out.

Shang Xiaolou grabbed Shen Qingchuan's wrist, pulled it violently, hugged Shen Qingchuan, lowered his head to the side of Shen Qingchuan's neck, licked off the blood, the tip of his tongue was red, took a deep breath, and sniffed carefully. A long-lost and familiar smell.

With a sigh, he couldn't help showing an expression of infatuation.

"Enough is enough." Shen Qingchuan said.

After being bullied by Shang Xiaolou, the warm tip of his tongue touched the skin on the side of his neck, and the wound felt fine and dense pain. At that moment, Shen Qingchuan spent a lot of effort to restrain the urge to push Shang Xiaolou violently.

Shang Xiaolou hugged him and wrapped the dark green cloak around the two of them, as if he was embracing a treasure that he dreamed of, he was reluctant to let go.

He raised his head from Shen Qingchuan's neck, and wanted to kiss Shen Qingchuan's cheek, but Shen Qingchuan turned his head to avoid it, and he couldn't help tightening his grip on Shen Qingchuan's wrist, forming a red mark. He said with a light smile, " Not enough, brother still has to make a decision."

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Zhu Xingci got out of a car accident and woke up, and transmigrated into a book where everyone is sick. The cannon fodder of the rich second-generation star, with a first-class family background and third-rate acting skills. , misbehaving.

According to the original text, because he couldn't courtship, he blinded the protagonist shou's eyes cruelly, and hid him in the golden house, and then was thrown into the sea by one of the protagonist shou's suitors and drowned.

Zhu Xingci woke up too late, he had been insane for a while, and abducted the boy into his own villa.

Looking at the quiet young man in the room, Zhilan Yushu, slender like bamboo, his beautiful jewel-like eyes have lost their former brilliance.

Zhu Xingci: ...It seems that you can't go to the sea

System: The suitors of the protagonist are about to kill, please save the host's life, Amen

Everyone is sick, but he is faking it

Zhu Xingci: I'm blackening, I'm paranoid, I'm going crazy, who wants to kill me?

Suspect No. [-]: He was brought up single-handedly, and he is considered a half-father.

Suspect No. [-]: Sven and handsome, but a rich second-generation doctor who bullies him everywhere

Suspect No. [-]: So good that he wears the same pair of trousers as a big star bamboo horse

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Sitting on the table in the school infirmary, facing suspect No. [-], Zhu Xingci lifted up his clothes, revealing his white waist, with strong eyebrows, and a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you going to auscultate? Listening to the heartbeat can tell if I'm sick. Not lying."

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