In such a place, there is only cruelty and blood. No one will give people extra sympathy and care, because there is no need. No matter how familiar people are, they will become enemies fighting each other in the next second, so there is no need at all, right?

The person in front of him was his instructor, but now he showed concern for him.

This made Song Xiaobao very confused. The depth of his heart seemed to be burned by a soldering iron. The feeling was very wonderful. It was like the dry earth suddenly moistened by rain. The beauty of having experienced sweet rain for a long time could not be understood by anyone who had never experienced it.

"I know. But I have to do that."

After a long time of silence, Song Xiaobao finally spoke slowly, said an ambiguous word, then turned around in Muzhe's wide eyes and walked straight towards the test site for the next moment.

Muzhe frowned and watched silently as the stubborn and upright figure in front of him disappeared. It seemed as if he could see his determination through his back.

This is his best student, but it is inevitably moving towards destruction.

What should he do?

Muzhe kept thinking about the nightfall but still couldn't think of it, and his mind was blank. He didn't understand why he was so persistent about Song Xiaobao's problem, and he didn't know how strange he was now.

People who treat life and death lightly, people who treat life as weeds, and hold the sickle of the God of Death in their hands. Such people have such thoughts of sympathy. Anyone who tells this kind of thing will laugh out loud. But these are facts.

Back at the house where I lived alone, Muzhe's thoughts have not yet turned back.

At the door, when I saw the man standing tall in the dark wearing a black windbreaker, Muzhe's eyebrows frowned in an instant.

It was just a moment, and soon returned to being cynical and unruly. He put his hands in his pants pockets and walked over step by step. He stood in front of Rongchen, raised his eyebrows casually, and looked at him with no concern.

"It seems that the news spread very quickly."

Rongchen would come to find himself at this time, and there would be no second reason except that he scared the so-called research scholar during the day.

He had expected it long ago, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Rong Chen looked up, his sharp gaze approaching Mu Zhe. His eyes were cold, as if a sharp sword, which would pierce Mu Zhe's heart in the next second. The aggressive gaze made Mu Zhe look, restrained all his cynicism, and looked at Rong Chen quietly.

"Why do you do this?"

Muzhe frowned and looked at Rongchen without saying a word.

His expression gradually became a little impatient and hostility in his silence, and the tyrannical factors spread in the air. But Muzhe was still silent, quietly looking at Rongchen's increasingly angry eyebrows.

"Why?"

This time, the voice was colder than before. It seemed that ice was added, and the whole world would freeze in the next second. Even Rongchen's voice was covered with a bit of murderous aura. He stared at Muzhe coldly, and his hands in his windbreaker's pocket tightly clamped.

"Not why."

After a long time, Muzhe spoke, still in a cynical tone, and seemed to have not taken Rongchen's anger into the slightest.

This is undoubtedly a provocation.

Rong Chen squinted his eyes and looked over, and his hand in his pocket suddenly pulled out. What he held was a desert eagle. The small gun was held in his hand, and the black muzzle was pressed against Muzhe's forehead. He placed his index finger on the trigger. With a little force, Muzhe's eyebrows would be penetrated.

But Muzhe had no idea, and even his expression had not changed. He just looked at Rongchen quietly.

"Why, want to kill me?"

Muzhe raised his eyebrows and looked at Rongchen with disapproval.

"Do you think I dare not?"

Rongchen's voice was cold, and the muzzle pressed against Muzhe's eyebrows even harder. He didn't shoot, but he pressed it hard to the point of great pain.

Muzhe thought that there must be a circle of purple on his eyebrows. Maybe it's still a broken skin, but it shouldn't be broken. So he doesn't have to worry, and the curve of the corners of his lips has not changed at all.

"Dare, why don't you dare? You are Rongchen, Rongchen who will never waver if you determine your goal. Rongchen, who will not be eye-catching even if Mount Tai collapses before, how dare I doubt your determination."

Muzhe even added a little bit of mockery to his tone, and his lazy eyes also had a little bit of sarcasm.

Rongchen's face turned ashen, and the veins of the hand holding the gun were exposed. It can be seen that he was trying hard to endure his anger. The next second, if he couldn't help it, he would definitely shoot without hesitation. He shot the friend in front of him who had been with him for more than ten years and killed him.

"It's strange. I don't know why I have the skill of soft-heartedness. I should be a stern-hearted killer, and I should ignore everything. But I feel sorry for a six-year-old child, and I want to keep him away from all the killing and dirty things here. Could it be that people are old and start to sigh?"

Muzhe's tone was full of self-deprecating, and he looked in an unknown direction with slightly narrowed eyes.

Rongchen stared at him tightly, and after a long time, he slowly lowered his gun. His eyes were still sharp, like a sharp blade.

"It seems that you still can't bear it. Is it because of our love for more than ten years? In fact, you don't need to care about these things at all, right? As long as you have your own ambitions and your faith is enough, right? As for me, or others or things, it's not important at all, and you can abandon it at any time, right? But now you are retreating. At least, you haven't taken my life."

Muzhe looked at Rongchen and said word by word.

This time, there was no sarcasm or sarcasm in his tone, but he just a calm narration. But God knows that it is this tone that makes people even more unacceptable, and Rongchen's face is even ugly than before.

"Do you have to do this?"

"I don't know either, but I want to do this now. Apart from that, I don't know what else I can say. Rongchen, Rongchen, the gap between us is getting farther and farther. I'm already unable to see through you."

The expression on Muzhe's face seemed to be trapped in distant memories, and the nostalgia hurt Rongchen's heart.

"You won't understand, you don't understand how long I have worked for that purpose. You don't know how much I have paid for success. Family, love, and even friendship, I have abandoned everything I have. If I don't succeed, that's a real bastard. I can't be sorry for what I have left behind, no!"

Rongchen said with a firm look on his face, as if he was explaining to Muzhe, and as if he was convincing himself.

His eyes became confused, but there was too much complexity and persistence inside.

Muzhe looked at him coldly, but turned around without saying a word, and then left without hesitation. It was not to stimulate Rongchen, but that he really couldn't see through this person.

His persistence has changed so many things, and such Rongchen is extremely unfamiliar.

Who changed it?

Rongchen stood in the darkness and watched his former friend step by step out of his sight. Just now, the moment Muzhe turned around, his eyes fell into his heart. It was like a needle, harshly in his heart. Rongchen felt that his few friendships seemed to be gradually fading away.

He lost more and more things, and because of this, he could not fail even more.

After paying so much, waiting for so many years, and letting down so many people, how could he allow himself to fail? He absolutely must succeed, even if the person who left him this time was Muzhe.

After standing in the darkness for a long time, Rongchen turned around and left quickly.

Song Yiran arrived at the hotel where Gong Jue was located the next afternoon, and it was also the nearest port city to Rongchen's private island.

She did not let someone say goodbye, but entered the country alone like an ordinary tourist. After arriving, she even took a photo in a good mood and sent it to everyone. Seeing their strange replies, she put away her phone with satisfaction.

Gong Jue arranged for a car and a bodyguard to pick it up, but Song Yiran opened the car door and sat in without saying a word.

Silenced all the way, Song Yiran always turned his head and looked at the scenery gradually fading away from the car window. He began to think about what he should do after he arrived at the island. If Song Xiaobao was really on there, what should she do?

Expectation, nervousness, nervousness, and various emotions were brewing in Song Yiran's heart.

From the surface, she couldn't tell at all. She was like a tourist in a good mood. Until the car stopped, the bodyguard opened the door and she got out of the car.

It was the hottest time for the port city. Song Yiran wore a Hawaiian-style long dress and a delicate hat. Under the escort of the bodyguard, he walked into the hotel leisurely. Her posture was elegant, graceful, and bodyguards, which looked like it showed the lady from a rich family.

The elevator is for private purposes, and the bodyguard sent Song Yiran in and then stood on both sides to guard it.

As the elevator arrived, Song Yiran walked out in a hurry. As usual, bodyguards were guarding the left and right sides. When he saw Song Yiran, he immediately bent down respectfully and made a call, and then took her toward the luxurious suite at the end of the corridor.

The door opened itself without knocking. Gong Jue wore a delicate iron gray suit and his hair was combed meticulously. His handsome face was calm, and his eyes were slightly raised, which complemented the slightly raised corners of his lips. He held a goblet between his slender fingers, and the dark red liquid emitted a faint fragrance.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

After Gong Jue finished speaking, he moved aside and watched Song Yiran go in and then close the door.

"What to drink? Wine or whiskey?"

"Thank you, but please give me a glass of milk."

Song Yiran said, taking off her hat and hanging it on the clothes hanger, sitting on the sofa and crossing her legs leisurely. Although she was wearing a skirt, it did not prevent her from making such a heroic posture.

"When did I actually drink milk?"

Gong Jue asked while raising his eyebrows, opening the refrigerator and taking out a can of milk from it. He poured it into a cup and handed it to Song Yiran.

Song Yiran reached out to take it and said thank you.

"I don't like drinking, it's because of Li Shaoyan's advice that I have to follow."

As she said that, she took a sip of milk. It was cold, fragrant, and delicious. She didn't look up, so she couldn't see Gong Jue's gloomy and stiff face in an instant.

"Oh, when did the Jade-faced Killer become so well-behaved? He's just a man, let alone, don't you hate being bound the most?"

"That's because I haven't found a partner that makes me willing to be bound, but now I have it, so I've become well-behaved."

Song Yiran shrugged, looking unanswerable.
Chapter completed!