[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

"Let's start from the very beginning." Zhong Yanqiu adjusted a more comfortable sitting posture, and he looked very relaxed. It was an unusually stretched posture, and his hands rested on Fang Yingkan's chest. Before him, for some reason, Fang Yingkan shrank involuntarily, as if the heat in his body was flowing out from his heart, making his limbs ache as if soaked in ice water.

He looked at Zhong Yanqiu's eyes, those eyes were too deep, all the light was swallowed by the darkness, and the eyes were smudged with bottomless darkness.

It was as if even the soul would be sucked in by the darkness.

But Fang Yingkan's eyes looked straight at Zhong Yanqiu, and he felt a very strange feeling in his heart, some kind of hot emotion that he was not familiar with surged in his heart. The emotion that made him uncontrollably weak, it made him feel worse than he had ever felt in his life.

He listened to Zhong Yanqiu's unhurried narration, uncontrollably, he obviously didn't want to hear it, but the voice kept drilling into his mind.

"The name Fang Yingcho was given to him by his biological mother. From the very beginning, that woman thought that he should not be alive. In fact, if his adoptive father hadn't taken him away in time, maybe he would have died long ago." Zhong Yanqiu said, "It was his adoptive father who later changed his name to Fang Yingkan."

This should be a secret.Fang Yingkan subconsciously ruled out a circle of people who would leak this matter out of his mind.

No fruit.

Neither his adoptive father Fang Juxia nor his adoptive mother Xia Wanyi are talkative people. In fact, over the years, many people even mistake him for Fang Juxia's parent and son, even though he has almost never concealed his adopted son's identity.

Zhong Yanqiu continued talking on his own, looking at Fang Ying, as if looking through him to a more distant place.

"That is... a child who has been proud and arrogant since he was a child. Although his outward appearance is not like this, his here—" he pointed to Fang Yingkan's chest, "has always been empty, making him at a loss what to do. Empty, good and evil, good and bad, the boundary between these things in his eyes is very blurred, which makes him feel that he is out of tune with most people in this world."

"It is this emptiness that breeds greed."

"He is not happy at all, not happy at all. Even if he has everything that most people in the world envy, he still can't feel satisfied. Rather than saying that he is desperately climbing up for ambition, it is better to say that he is a an instinct."

It is the instinct of human beings to long for happiness and pursue happiness, and no one can say a word about it.

Fang Yingjian felt even more uncomfortable. Although Zhong Yanqiu didn't show anything, he was keenly aware of the indifferent condescension in his tone. This feeling was very bad, so bad that he wanted to jump up hard A punch on Zhong Yanqiu's calm and calm face, let him know that Young Master Fang is not easy to mess with.

If someone else had come, it might have blown up completely by now, even if he was restrained and couldn't move, Zhong Yanqiu would have died tens of thousands of times in his heart, but he was the one who should see it, forbearance and Fang Yingkan was patient, so he quickly regained his composure after a brief rage, a calmer than he had ever been.

It can be said that I have lost my composure today.

Fang Yingkan thought about it, from the very beginning, he was thrown into a trap by the first person, and he was pressed step by step to do everything the other person wanted, so he fell into the trap very badly.

Simply not to the point of complete defeat.

Fang Yingkan laughed again, and in just a few seconds he became that young master Fang who was deeply moody and indifferent in the city. Shi Shiran listened to Zhong Yanqiu tell him a little bit about his childhood experiences— —Some even he himself forgot—telling it out, as if he was listening to other people’s stories, he would frown and feel disgusted when he heard the protagonist doing evil, and sigh with emotion when he heard the protagonist’s trouble, if Zhong Yanqiu praised the protagonist, He will also smile as if he is honored, completely withdrawn from the matter.

He wasn't afraid, if he hadn't been tapped on the Ya acupoint now, he might have to exchange stories with Zhong Yanqiu.

Still young.

The bigger a person is, the more he will feel awe. When he was young, he grabbed a playful bug and became afraid when he was sensible. When he was young, he climbed the roof recklessly.

Fearless because of youth and ignorance.

"It's better for young people to be in awe." Zhong Yanqiu looked at Fang Yingkan, and Fang Yingkan also looked at Zhong Yanqiu. There was no malice in his eyes, but a gentle smile. It seemed that the person standing opposite was not the unreasonable person who broke into his house in the middle of the night and restrained him, but a life-and-death friend who had been with him for many years.

When Fang Yingkan looks at others like this, no matter who he is, he can't help but have a little more affection for him.

He carefully looked at the man opposite him, with a cold, indifferent and extremely solemn appearance, as dull and boring as a glass of white water.

It is inexplicably similar to Su Mengzhen.Fang Yingkan thought that it was not his appearance, but some kind of indescribable temperament. If Su Mengzhen was ten or twenty years older, the temperament refined by the years would be more obvious.

Fang Yingkan felt a little pity because of this, after all, in his heart, Zhong Yanqiu was already a dead person—he never minded having the greatest malice for those who knew too much.

Zhong Yanqiu counted the people he had killed and the evil things he had done, but he still wondered whether the other party knew that the more he talked, the more he wanted to kill him.

Of course you know.

When Fang Yingkan's murderous intent ignited, Zhong Yanqiu had already noticed it, but he still looked unaware, slowly talking about what he "saw" in Fang Yingkan.

There are always more villains than good people in the world, and he has accepted this fact a long time ago.

Young people are always more courageous, Zhong Yanqiu changed the subject and told the story of Fang Yingkan after entering Beijing.

He talked more and more. When he was young, Fang Yingkan was like a dragon in the abyss. No matter how detailed Zhong Yanqiu said, he couldn't escape those tedious and boring things. After entering Beijing, Fang Yingkan was like a dragon in the sky. The void in his heart that seemed never to be filled urged him to climb up.

What is more frightening than being overwhelmed at a high place is that no one knows how talented he is. People in the world only know that he is the adopted son of Fang Juxia, but they don't know the name of Fang Juxia.

Fang Yingkan is not a good person, and he never thinks that he is a good person. In other words, where is the definition of good and bad?

It's not the same as fighting for fame and fortune, and it's not the same as having bloody hands. He's just using his abilities to get what he deserves.

So when Zhong Yanqiu talked about the evils done by the people he had killed one by one, his heart was not touched. He couldn't remember who some people were, and it was only when Zhong Yanqiu mentioned them that he remembered that there was such a person who died here. own hands.

But when Zhong Yanqiu started to talk about his plans, how he managed the Youqiao Group in Kaifeng, and the ambitions and plans that only he knew, he even talked about things that hadn’t happened yet, but if he really When he was in the game and would probably make the same choice, the sudden and inexplicable shudder made his hair stand on end, cold sweat oozes from his back, and the wind was bitingly cold.

He somehow remembered Zhong Yanqiu's words "Let me tell you a story."

His past, his present, and... and his future all seem to be anchored in this story.

He suddenly felt a kind of fear, this feeling couldn't be worse, his stomach was churning and his throat was twitching, a puff of air coming from nowhere wanted to rush out from his stomach, he wanted to block Zhong Yanqiu's mouth made him stop talking, as if he caught a fly when he was a child, locked it in a glass jar, and watched it fly around every day, but he just couldn't fly out of the jar.

Did not fly out until death.

He saw himself in Zhong Yanqiu's eyes.

Exactly as funny as that fly.

No matter how much you fly, you will never be able to fly out of that jar.

Zhong Yanqiu laughed, he raised his hand and untied Fang Yingkan's acupuncture points, Fang Yingkan's body relaxed, but he sat back on the ground.

He couldn't move, just like the last of the fly, which fell to the bottom of the jar dying, and his wings were not so much flapping as they were twitching.

It still wanted to fly, but couldn't.

"You're still young." Zhong Yanqiu knelt down, stroking Fang Yingkan's hair like a pitiful little milk dog who had lost all his flesh and bones - Young Master Fang was already going to bed, with his black hair hanging loose. It doesn't feel very soft, and the hair roots are slightly curled. "The future of young people is always the most unpredictable."

So he is always lenient with young people, because they symbolize the infinite future.

Fang Yingkan's eyes were wet, and he subconsciously rubbed Zhong Yanqiu's hand as if he had been frightened and couldn't recover.

"Be a good boy?" Zhong Yanqiu stroked his hair again, and helped him gather up his half-open pajamas.

Fang Ying nodded dully.

Zhong Yanqiu got up and was about to leave, but Fang Yingkan grabbed his sleeves, Fang Xiaohou sat on the ground and looked at him eagerly, Qiqi Ai said: "Then...those things..."

"I won't say it." Zhong Yanqiu said with a smile.

Fang Yingkan let out a sigh of relief, and quickly covered it up: "Then you go, I'm going to rest."

This is his usual frank and careless appearance to the outside world, and he is full of vigor. He has worn this mask for too long, so long that he can't recognize what he really looks like.

"Then don't disturb the young master." Zhong Yanqiu turned around and took a few steps, and pushed open the door——

Strictly speaking, he pulled down a door panel with his backhand, blocking the attack from behind him.

The door panel exploded, but the energy was still attacking Zhong Yanqiu like a raging sea, pointing at the door of life!

Behind the door panel, Fang Yingkan's eyes were full of cold light, and he didn't shrink back in the slightest.

He is always the most tolerant and the best at acting, so he is often the last to live.

From the moment he was restrained, he was brewing this move, patiently waiting for the best opportunity, he may only have one chance, and he may only have one chance.

This was a blow with all his strength, struck at the most suitable time and from the most suitable angle, leaving no room for survival.

He also succeeded.

Zhong Yanqiu could only use the door panel to slightly block his body, and in the end he had no choice but to suffer the blow.

There was some joy in Fang Yingkan's eyes, which then turned into deep horror.

The horror was frozen forever, frozen in his young, beautiful eyes with clear black and white.

"It still hurts... It's troublesome..." Zhong Yanqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the blood on the skirt with some headaches. Su Mengzhen had to be so blind that he couldn't see the white clothes. red blood.

Hey, I'm going to make Su Mengzhen angry again.

What a headache.