Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

The next day, when An Ting was preparing to have lunch, System 198 brought him good news. He said: "Host, An Jianyang went to the underground casino yesterday to borrow money from his friends. Who knew that those friends had already I couldn't stand his usual behavior, so I threw him in a public toilet and let others play with him. What do you think happened to An Jianyang in the end?"

An Ting: "Dead?"

System 198: "Well, when I was discovered by the police in the morning, they said that I died in the early morning."

An Ting: "Deserve it. Evil people will always get the retribution they deserve. What about his other five brothers?"

System 198: "Has been sent in by Molt."

An Ting: "Yes, I understand."

System 198 sensed that something was wrong with An Ting's mood. He asked with concern: "Host, now that the task has been completed, do you want to leave now or in a few days?"

An Ting put down the chopsticks in his hands and said expressionlessly: "There is one more thing I need to complete."

System 198: "Isn't the task completed?"

An Ting did not answer the call, but picked up the mobile phone on the table and called Molt, and the call was quickly connected.

Molte's lazy voice immediately came from the other end of the phone. He said, "An Ting, do you miss me?"

"I have prepared a surprise for you. You drive here at the address I gave you."

"Surprise? What surprise?"

"It's not a surprise to say it."

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

……

At night, An Ting stood on the beach with his eyes blank, looking at the endless sea. Because the sky had darkened, the sky was so dark that it made people feel depressed.

An Ting asked someone to build a square shed on the beach. The shed was hollow and covered with tulle. The tulle would flutter in the wind, making it particularly beautiful.

Molt had his long, silver-red gradation curly hair scattered behind his back, and wore a very formal dark suit.

As he walked toward Anting, he left a long row of footprints behind him.

"Did you prepare this carefully for me?" Molt glanced at the Western food on the table. He smiled and held An Ting in his arms.

"I made it myself, I hope you like it."

"As long as you do it, I like it."

An Ting pushed Molt gently, and he pretended to be shy and whispered: "Why don't you eat first? After eating, we still have a long time tonight."

"Listen to you."

An Ting and Molt sat face to face. An Ting first poured Molt a glass of wine, and then poured himself a glass.

"I collected this wine from An Jianyang's house. He has been collecting it for a long time. I think it must taste good."

Molte picked up the wine glass and took a sip. When An Ting saw this, he said, "Why don't you drink up the whole glass of wine?"

Molt raised his eyebrows, "Drink up? Do you want to get me drunk?"

"Get you drunk so I can put you to sleep."

Molt took a breath and smiled slightly, "I didn't expect you to be so wild, An Ting. I like it."

Molt raised his head and drank a whole glass of wine. When he saw that An Ting didn't drink, he asked doubtfully: "Why don't you drink?"

"Drink." An Ting picked up the wine and poured it into his mouth.

After dinner, An Ting took Molt's hand and walked to the edge of the sea. He put his shoes aside and felt the temperature of the sea with his bare feet.

"I used to like the blue sky and the feeling of flying in the universe, but now..."

Molt smiled and squeezed An Ting's hand. He looked at An Ting with a smile and asked, "What now?"

"I like the sea now, especially the sea next to Mermaid Island. The scenery there is gorgeous, seagulls swim around, and the water is clear all year round. I also like the coral under Mermaid Island. That was the first time I saw such Beautiful coral.”

"Since you like Mermaid Island so much, we will go back to Mermaid Island together tomorrow. That will be our home from now on, and I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

An Ting raised his eyes to look at Molte and asked, "Morte, can I hug you?"

"You don't need a reason to hug me."

An Ting raised his hands and hugged Molt's neck tightly with both hands. He slowly approached Molt's ear and whispered in his ear: "Mort, your ears are so beautiful and your hair is also beautiful. , By the way, I haven’t seen your mermaid tail yet, can I see your mermaid tail?”

Molt's face was slightly red, like a young boy in love, and he asked: "My tail is not as beautiful as Diers, will you like it?"

"I didn't know until I saw it."

"it is good."

Molt revealed his mermaid tail in front of An Ting, his eyes a little dodgey, as if he was shy.

"Do you like it? The color is not that beautiful. I was afraid you wouldn't like it, so I never showed my mermaid tail in front of you."

An Ting looked at Molt's mermaid tail. It was indeed not as beautiful as Diels' mermaid tail, but he did not say so directly. Instead, he smiled and said to Molt, "I like it very much. Your mermaid tail is very beautiful." .”

Diers' mermaid tail is more beautiful.

With that said, An Ting put his hand on Molt's mermaid tail. When he touched Molt's tail fin, he couldn't help but think of the scene of Diers' tail fin being chopped off.

"Your mermaid tail fin is really beautiful."

Diers' mermaid tail fin is even more beautiful.

When Molt heard An Ting praising him all the time, he didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. He scratched his hair like a child, "Stop praising me. I'll be embarrassed if you praise me again."

"Morte, I want to hug you again."

Molt obediently hugged An Ting into his arms. He completely relaxed his vigilance at this moment. It was not until An Ting inserted a needle into the back of his neck that he showed alert eyes because of the pain.

Molte pushed An Ting away suddenly and touched the back of his neck with his backhand. He asked angrily: "What is this?!"

An Ting sneered: "This is medicine extracted from Diers' blood. How you treated him at first, I will treat you now."

Molt: "You think you can deal with me with just this little thing?"

"Not only the needle, but the wine you drank just now was also adulterated with this drug."

When Molte was about to retract the mermaid's tail and turn it into legs, Anting took out a gun from his pocket, which was what he asked Bunello to give him.

He pointed the gun at Molt's heart and fired more than ten shots in succession. The gun was filled with needles, and the needles were all smeared with medicine.

According to Molt's agility, he could have avoided it, but the potion was too strong, and he was so weak that he couldn't even stand.

"An Ting!"

Molt rushed towards Anting, but unexpectedly because of the effect of the medicine, he could only fall to the ground when he approached Anting.

Molt glared at An Ting angrily. He stretched out his hand to grab the hem of An Ting's trousers, but he couldn't catch it despite being so close.

An Ting pulled out a watermelon knife from under the dining table and said to Molt, "Your fish tail is extremely ugly! Throw it away."

An Ting cut off Molt's mermaid tail fin with a knife, and Molt exclaimed: "An Ting! I'm going to kill you!"

Molte's blue blood splashed on An Ting's face, and An Ting wiped it randomly, then turned around with red eyes, leaving Molte alone on the beach, wailing and waiting to die.

"An Ting! I will never let you go even if I die! Even if I, Molt, turn into a ghost, I will definitely find you!"

Molt crawled in the direction of An Ting, dragging a long trail of blood behind him. Dark blue blood flowed into the sea from the wound on his tail fin.

"I, Molt, swear here! I will never let you go for eternity!"

"An Ting!" Molt stretched out his hand and looked at An Ting's fading figure. His tears turned into pearls and fell on the beach. "I love you... An Ting..."