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Chapter 1863 Negotiation (2)

The fate between people is a very strange thing. You will never know when you will meet someone, and then you will feel very close to each other and then make a decision to help him (her) without hesitation.

Success was to save Xiaoyu from a human trafficker by chance. At that time, Xiaoyu was locked in the cellar and was dying of hunger. However, this stubborn little girl seemed to rather starve to death than succumb to the human trafficker.

This behavior evoked the most painful memory deep in his heart, so he gave up the secret investigation of a human trafficking gang, appeared directly tortured the human trafficker, asked for what he wanted to know, and threw the person to the intelligence department, and then took Xiaoyu to start his own seclusion life.

It was also from that day that he was willing to accept Xiaoyu as his disciple, but this was only nominal, because in anyone's opinion, everything he did to Xiaoyu was no different from a father.

Even for the sake of Xiaoyu, Shuixin gave up everything in the intelligence department. Although he knew very well that if he continued to work in the intelligence department, Xiaoyu would get better education. However, doing this will also make Xiaoyu fall into the eyes of the intelligence department. One day in the future, it is very likely that this little girl will follow his old path, which is something Shuixin really doesn't want to see.

But nothing will develop according to his personal wishes. Although he does not want Xiaoyu to follow his old path, how to survive has become a problem he needs to solve.

He has no money and does not know how to make money. It can be said that he can do nothing except killing people.

The money he saved back then has been almost spent. Seeing that if he had no income, he and Xiaoyu would have to go to drink. Where to get money has become the most important thing now.

...

A slight knocking sound of "Bangbangbang" came faintly, and it sounded like the sound of a refurbisher making a refurbishment.

But Shuixin, who was originally lying on the couch, turned over and sat up, staring at the window with his phoenix eyes.

"Bangbangbang", the sound is still continuing, not far or near, but it keeps ringing.

"Damn it, you actually dare to follow me!" A ray of cold light shot out from my satisfied eyes, and my fingers couldn't help but twitch. I haven't killed anyone for a long time. It seems that those guys have forgotten the reputation of "Red Clothes"!

The sound of "bangbangbang..." was still ringing reluctantly, constantly stimulating the satisfied nerves.

Finally, the "Red-Yi" who made the Japanese scared could no longer sit still. He reached out and pushed the window, and swam out like a fish. After coming to the yard, he paused a little, then turned over and came to the roof, and several leaps disappeared into the night.

...

At a street intersection a hundred meters away from the small courtyard of the Chengxin Family, Yang Tian held a set of housewares commonly used by the refrigerator in his hand, and knocked them one after another. The refrigerator fell at his feet. Judging from his still undulating chest, he must have been knocked out.

"Yang Tian, ​​I've been hiding here, why do you still refuse to let me go?!" At some point, there was an extra figure behind Yang Tian. Who is it if it's not satisfactory?

"Red, do you really think I came with you just now? Do you really think no one knows if you hide here?" Yang Tian turned around and looked at the 'comrade-in-arms' behind him who had fought side by side with him in Japan for more than ten years, and asked with a smile.

The pupils of satisfaction shrank slightly, and their hands shook slightly. The two triangular stings had disappeared. At the same time, they asked coldly: "What do you want to say? I have already told Kuroko that they have nothing to do with the Intelligence Department from now on."

"It's nothing, I just want to see you." Yang Tian glanced at the military spear in his hand slightly and said lightly: "You can also regard this as a farewell!"

"Do you think I will believe it?" asked Xiu Xin.

"When did I, Yang Tian, ​​have deceived you? And even if you don't believe me, your Majesty, you should believe it?" Yang Tian said.

Shuixin was slightly stunned when he heard this: "Your Majesty? How could Your Majesty know?!"

"Your Majesty has always been very concerned about our 'old men'. You don't want to continue to hang out in this industry. Your Majesty knows that, and Your Majesty respects your meaning. He specially told me to come here to say goodbye to you!" Yang Tian sighed, as if he felt a little regretful.

At this time, I don’t know if I should believe Yang Tian. He has heard the allusion that the cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked by the lackeys, and he also knows how Li Yuanchang dealt with his most trusted subordinates back then.

So in his opinion, Li Chengqian should be unlikely to let him go, the lackey. After all, he knows too many things. The best way to make him shut up is to kill him and silence him.

But now Yang Tian actually said that Li Chengqian would let him go, which was the coldest joke for him.

Thinking of this, the military sect in his hand tightened his grudge: "Yang Tian, ​​I still said the same thing, what do you want?"

While he said this, he was already prepared to die in his heart, and he only waited for Yang Tian to take action or the gunmen who were "ambushing" around him to launch an attack.

However, Yang Tian's actions surprised him again. He touched him for a long time and took out a delicate small wine pot: "Hongyi, since you are willing to believe me, then drink this wine. After drinking it, you will be passers-by from now on. You walk on your Yangguan Road and I walk on my single-plank bridge. Everything has nothing to do with you before."

The wine was poisonous, which was the first thought I could think of, but he soon figured it out.

What should come will always come. If Li Chengqian really wants to kill him, a glass of poisoned wine is indeed the best way, but... After he died, Xiaoyu probably... forget it, why do you think so much!

Once a person has a certain idea in his heart, it is difficult to eliminate it. He is a person who is satisfied with it, and naturally he will no exception.

However, he did not resist in the end. He just smiled bitterly and put away the two sects, then took the wine from Yang Tian's hand, and poured it into his throat fiercely.

...

One breath passed, two breaths passed, until the last quarter of an hour passed, the imagined severe pain still did not come, only a wave of dizziness hit his nerves.

This is a symptom of drunkenness, not poisoning, I am very clear about this.

He looked at Yang Tian in confusion: "Why...?!"

However, Yang Tian ignored him and just looked at him lightly, as if he was watching a passerby. After a moment, he turned around and walked towards the darkness in the distance.
Chapter completed!
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