Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

Nan Siyan was followed by the two people, and resisting the discomfort in his stomach due to being too nervous, he walked into the elegant room where he and Lu Chengting first met.

He stood at the door and said to the young master sitting on the sofa who didn't look like a good bird: "Sir."

The man leaned on the sofa and waved to Nan Siyan: "Come here and let me take a look."

Nan Siyan slowly took two steps forward, stood one meter away from the man, and stopped.

"May I ask, Sir, what are your orders?"

The man squinted his eyes, looked carefully at Nan Siyan's shining eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"The number one actor in Shili Yangchang really deserves his reputation."

Nan Siyan lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Young Master praises you for your handsome appearance."

The man sat up and took a sip of tea: "Master Lu has a good taste."

"I'll go talk to him later and ask him to give you to me, and I'll take you back to the south. How about that?"

Nan Siyan suppressed the nausea in his heart and twitched his lips: "You are joking. Although I am just an opera singer, I am also a human being, not an object. The third master cannot be my master."

Hearing this, the man seemed to have heard some big joke. He laughed suddenly, touched his chin, and his sticky eyes fell on Nan Siyan's face: "Interesting, interesting."

He winked at the man in a long coat, and the man took out two more large yellow croakers from his arms and placed them in front of Nan Siyan.

"Our young master is the only son of Governor Liu of the three southern provinces. It is indispensable for you to serve our young master well."

Hearing this, Nan Siyan felt that the gap between people could be so big even though they were both in a superior position.

A good man like Lu Chengting would be almost extinct in this world.

He looked at the several guards with guns around him and knew that he would definitely not be able to escape tonight if he wanted to.

If he was asked to commit himself to such a person and do things that were embarrassing to Lu Cheng, Nan Siyan would rather die with this lustful bastard.

He was desperate in his heart. The hand hidden in his sleeve tightly grasped the handle of the gun and sneered: "Who is the governor's son? He wants to touch me? Are you worthy?!"

...............

People from the Western Hospital gave Lu Huachuan many examinations, blood tests, and injections and infusions.

Lu Chengting didn't have the patience to spend time with Lu Huachuan, so he settled Lu Huachuan in the hospital. After receiving a call from Yan Hao, saying that Nan Siyan had been delivered safely, he went to the countryside again and recovered a large poppy field.

He hurriedly shot the young officer who was forcing people to farm on the spot, settled the follow-up matters regarding the land and the farmers, and then rushed back without stopping.

As soon as the car drove into the alley beside the Lanyue River, Lu Cheng heard the signal from 037.

[Something happened to Shaojun! 】

Lu Chengting's expression changed, he opened the door and disappeared from the moving car.

Regardless of whether the driver would be frightened to death by this sudden turn of events, he appeared directly outside the door of Bishui Teahouse in the next second.

A gunshot was heard from upstairs, and all the tea patrons in the lobby on the first floor were stunned. As screams rang out, they suddenly became a mess and rushed out.

Lu Chengting strode up to the second floor against the flow of people, and when he kicked the door of the private room with his legs, he saw Nan Siyan holding the handle of the gun with trembling hands, and pointed the muzzle of the gun into the abdomen of the man in a white suit.

But at this time, the white suit had been dyed bright red, starting from the man's lower abdomen and spreading outward rapidly.

Everyone present was stunned. Just when a guard reacted and wanted to shoot at Nan Siyan, he was knocked away by a strong force.

He didn't know when the gun in his hand disappeared, or how he died.

Before he even had time to feel the pain, he had already fallen out of the fence on the second floor.

The guard's body fell, smashing the tea table on the first floor. Continuous gunshots rang out from upstairs. The people downstairs screamed and fled, quickly escaping.

Boss Du cursed his mother in fear, covered his head and hid under the counter table. He only hoped that the fire at the city gate would not affect Chi Yu. He also hoped that Mr. Lu and Nan Si Yan were safe and that he could be compensated afterwards. gold.

The remaining guards immediately launched an offensive against Lu Chengting, but unfortunately the bullet seemed to be controlled by someone and was completely disobedient.

Not only did not a single shot hit Lu Chengting, it actually became a weapon for them to kill each other.

The guards were hit by their companions, and the scene was chaotic. Nan Siyan was shattered and his face was covered in blood, and he shivered.

He saw Lu Chengting holding the long rifle with one hand with an indifferent expression, facing the eyebrows of the guards, and pulling the trigger again and again without any hesitation.

Guns and bullets kill people like ants.

At this moment, Nan Siyan knew that the man who would always be pampering and gentle in front of him would peel shrimp shells for him, buy clothes, wash shoes and socks, and would squat in front of him and say to him: "Come up, let the third master carry you." Lu Cheng listened.

He is actually such an evil god.

Nan Siyan thought that only such a man could always be invincible and invincible on the battlefield.

At this moment, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, and the deep-rooted love for Lu Chengting in his heart spread crazily to his limbs.

From his hair to the tips of his toes, he was clamoring to fall into Lu Chengting's arms.

Young Master Liu was still alive under his gun, clutching his lower abdomen and looking at Lu Chengting in disbelief.

"I am Liu from Nansan Province..."

He probably still wanted to use his identity as an excuse.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Lu Chengting shot him in the mouth, penetrating the poor and useless back of his head.

Nan Siyan burst out crying, threw down the gun in his hand, and threw himself into Lu Chengting's arms: "Third Master! Why did you come here!"

Lu Chengting hugged Nan Siyan, wiped the tears and blood on Nan Siyan's face with his sleeves, hugged his gently trembling body, and gently stroked his back:

"Don't cry, baby, it's all my fault. It's my fault."

Nan Siyan put his forehead on Lu Chengting's shoulder and sobbed: "I was scared to death..."

Lu Chengting squeezed the back of his neck soothingly and coaxed him softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here. It's okay. Go home with Third Master. We will never come to this teahouse again."

Nan Siyan listened to Lu Cheng's low and gentle voice, felt his solid and strong embrace, and his tireless comfort, and it took a long time to relax.

His whole body became limp and hung on Lu Chengting's body, refusing to come down.

When people are overly frightened, they always feel cold and can't help but tremble.

Lu Cheng listened to the boss's efforts and repeatedly promised that he would never leave, and finally persuaded Nan Si Yan to let go of his neck for the time being.

He took off his coat and wrapped Nan Siyan up. Then he picked up Nan Siyan, stepped on the corpses on the ground, and walked out.