can not help

Murong Ling's voice was soft and his tone was much weaker than before. I don't know if he had spent too much time dealing with Liao Chen earlier.

When Qian Shucheng entered the room, he saw Murong Ling sitting on the sofa leaning on the back of the chair, exuding laziness, even a little decadent, not at all the same as when he came out of Meng Yanzhao.

Sensing that someone was coming into the room, Murong Ling raised his eyelids, glanced casually to the opposite place, and then his eyelids fell back as if overwhelmed.

Qian Shucheng didn't notice anything unusual about Murong Ling. In fact, he didn't know where to put his eyes at all, so he could only swim around, rubbing his feet and sitting down.

The tattered sofa also squeaked because of this.

Qian Shucheng raised his butt abruptly, and subconsciously glanced at Murong Ling. Seeing that the man maintained his original posture, motionless as if he had fallen asleep, he sat back down again, trying not to After making any noise, he adjusted his sitting posture and let himself relax.

"It's not very comfortable to stay in this room, please bear with it a little bit."

Qian Shucheng sat down firmly, and Murong Ling's voice came later, and he didn't know how he could see the movement of the person opposite him with his eyes closed.

He fixed his eyes on Murong Ling, only to realize that Murong Ling's face was very much like when they met again, so pale that he did not look like a real person.

"Where are you..."

"You don't have to worry about what Liao Chen said before. All of our words are based on our own thinking, and have nothing to do with you."

Qian Shucheng pursed his lips, and swallowed the word 'uncomfortable'. After all, he didn't show too much concern at this time, for fear that his good intentions would be imposed by the other party with other meanings.

Murong Ling slowly opened his eyes, the softness contained in his eyes was not at all like seeing an enemy.

They weren't enemies at all.

Their lives are so similar, they have both become other people's pawns since they were young, but one is forced to do so, and the other is ignorant.

Qian Shucheng couldn't see the pair of eyes that were always looking at him tenderly, and subconsciously lowered his gaze to the cup on the table that didn't fit in with the environment.

The tea in the cup had long run out of heat, only a few small tea leaves floating quietly on it.

'banging'

Just as Qian Shucheng was staring at the teacup in a daze, there was a crashing sound, and circles of patterns rippled on the cup.

He turned his head suspiciously, and then his pupils dilated suddenly.

On the left side of the teacup, there was a handful of pitch-black guns.

Qian Shucheng raised his head abruptly, and looked at Murong Ling in shock.

Is he going to pull out the last wedge hidden around him with his own hands?

Murong Ling still looked at Qian Shucheng softly, as if that scary guy on the table was not a lethal weapon, and had nothing to do with him.

Qian Shucheng looked at xx, then at Murong Ling, his lips trembling slightly.

"You and I……"

do you want to kill me

An unprecedented pain hit my heart. Every time the heart beat, it seemed to hit a needle board, and the thin and dense needles pierced in fiercely, piercing the beating heart full of holes. .

Originally thought that Murong Ling was not qualified to ask him to forgive, but now it seems that he is not qualified to ask any questions.

If Qian Shuning's death was just like what they said, it was Murong Ling who ended his long suffering, then he would have no reason to blame Qian Shuning's death on Murong Ling.

What's more, from the very beginning, their appearance was a mistake.

They are vampires, enjoying all the goodwill from Murong Ling, sucking on Murong Ling's energy little by little, squeezing out all his usefulness, and giving him a fatal blow at the last moment.

If Qian Shuning hadn't changed his mind at the beginning, and Murong Ling had really died in Qian Shuning's hands, what would have happened to them?

Can an organization like 'Tomb' really be taken under Liao Chen's wish?Where did they come from to get to where they are today?

Qian Shucheng's eyes changed, and for a moment, he actually felt that it was nothing to die at Murong Ling's hands.

If Murong Ling hadn't brought them back that year, he didn't think Liao Chen would have had the conscience to take them away. Perhaps, they would have died in that winter, from hunger and cold.

Qian Shucheng raised his head, looked straight at Murong Ling, and took a thorough look at this beautiful face, then grinned and said with a smile, "Let's do it."

Murong Ling's gaze didn't change at all, his pupils were no longer bottomless, their clean and soft appearance was like a pool of clear water, which could contain everything about Qian Shucheng.

The two looked at each other like this for 2 minutes, until Qian Shucheng's entire face was full of doubts.

He looked down at the table with some uncertainty, and was sure that it was indeed a gun.

Looking up again, he saw Murong Ling still staring at him like a wax figure.

Just when Qian Shucheng was hesitating whether it was a toy gun, and he saw it wrong, Murong Ling finally moved.

He pushed the gun in front of Qian Shucheng: "Didn't you say you want my life?"

Qian Shucheng didn't realize it for a while, and stared blankly at Murong Ling, wondering if he heard it wrong.

Murong Ling was silent for a moment, and then said in a softer voice: "Didn't you ask me back then, if you want my assets, my organization, and my life, would I give it to you? "

Qian Shucheng suddenly remembered what he had said back then, and even the scene at that time could be clearly remembered.

Murong Ling smiled slightly: "The organization can't give you, it's not a good thing, and the rest is my life."

"Wait." Qian Shucheng interrupted Murong Ling, frowning and said, "What do you mean, your life is left."

Murong Ling: "Then what else do you want?"

Qian Shucheng: "I don't want anything."

Murong Ling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Afterwards, you can ask Chu Yunxi, or Pan Shirong."

"No." The more Qian Shucheng listened, the more he couldn't understand, and he rubbed his fingers quickly twice, "I don't want anything from you, and I don't want anything, I... oh... Back then..."

Murong Ling leaned back on the back of the sofa, his already bloodless face turned pale again.

He seemed to be extremely tired, and he waited for a while before speaking again: "I guess you haven't read the documents Jiang Fanyi sent over. They are some asset documents that you need to confirm, and there are other documents that you will contact Chu Yun later. Tin, he'll tell you all."

Qian Shucheng: "What do I want those things from you for?!"

Murong Ling was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say you wanted it?"

Qian Shucheng shouted: "I don't want it!"

Murong Ling smiled.

Qian Shucheng suddenly felt uneasy, and this little uneasiness was amplified by Murong Ling's paler face.

Just when he wanted to ask clearly, Murong Ling suddenly started to cough, and it became more and more severe, almost coughing up his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

He bent down, trembling from coughing, and finally Qian Shucheng even saw specks of bright red through Murong Ling's fingers.

"Murong Ling!"

Qian Shucheng rushed over and supported Murong Ling's arm, trying to help him feel better, but no matter how Qian Shucheng patted him, it didn't help.

After a long while, Murong Ling came to his senses, touched the corner of his mouth calmly, and when he raised his head again, there was nothing unusual except for an unnatural redness on his face.

Qian Shucheng looked him around, and his gaze fell on Murong Ling's clenched hand.

"Do you need me to call the doctor, Shen Yuqing should be outside."

Murong Ling shook his head, his Adam's apple moved up and down, in such a dim environment, he completely escaped Qian Shucheng's exploration.

After another half a minute, when Murong Ling felt that he could talk properly again, he said, "Don't you want a settlement between us?"

In a word, Qian Shucheng's attention was successfully diverted.

"My brother, did Liao Chen arrange for us to be by your side?"

"Yes."

So what else is there to say?

Qian Shucheng laughed at himself.

"Because you were placed by my side on purpose, you feel that your brother's death is a matter of course."

"of course not!"

Qian Shucheng hurriedly went back. Not even the undercover villain deserved to die. He had never been tried. Who would dare to say who was right and who was wrong? In other words, who among them could be judged?How to judge?

Murong Ling smiled: "Then why are you hesitating?"

Qian Shucheng: "Did you always think that I was a fool with no brains?"

Murong Ling still had a faint smile on his face, as if he felt that the question itself was silly.

Silly indeed.

Qian Shucheng also felt that he was out of his mind for asking this question, and then he added: "ZS8301, my brother, did you drink this?"

The little smile on Murong Ling's face finally disappeared. He lowered his face, and there were huge waves in his calm eyes.

"I never knew you would find these reasons. When a murderer kills someone, you still have to think about whether this person is terminally ill or dying? You are no longer naive, but you really have no brains! "

Qian Shucheng was rendered speechless by this sentence.

No matter what the reason was, the murderer was the murderer, and Murong Ling was reminding him how deep the gap was between the two of them.

Murong Ling frowned, his face was full of disappointment.

"To kill you?" Qian Shucheng lowered his head, looking at the well-made gun on the table.

Murong Ling sneered: "When we met again, I used to be glad that you had grown into a man of blood, but now it seems that you are exactly like your brother."

Qian Shucheng looked up.

The sarcasm on Murong Ling's face became more and more obvious: "The same soft-hearted, can't be used much, death is not a pity!"

"you shut up!"

Ever since Qian Shuning's death, he has always been Qian Shucheng's opponent.No matter how the two came to Murong Ling's side, it is an indelible fact that they have lived together for so many years.

For so many years, whether it's undercover or sincere, it's all for Murong Ling. Qian Shuning is really kind to Qian Shucheng. He hides Qian Shucheng under the eaves where the wind can't blow and the rain can't get in Next, a solid fortress was built for him, so that he would stay away from these intrigues since he was a child, and grow up safely to his present size.

In this world, Qian Shuning is always the one who treats Qian Shucheng the best.

When Qian Shucheng came back to his senses again, he was already holding the pistol that had been neglected on the table in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Murong Ling's forehead.

The waves in Murong Ling's eyes have gone silent, and the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth has also disappeared.

He looked at Qian Shucheng expressionlessly.

Qian Shucheng: "You want to die by my hands so much?"

Murong Ling smiled: "Do you have the guts to take my life?"

Qian Shucheng: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Murong Ling: "I've always been a person who keeps my promises."