Ichimori Peace

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Book Title: Ichimori Peace

Author: Beichen Nanfeng

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On the eve of the new year, Yu Qingyan died, in front of me, at the gun of that man.

At that time, I hugged Yu Qingyan's body, cried out in pain, and stared at him with hatred, but he didn't show any fear, instead he smiled mockingly.

He said, Sen'an, he died because of you, who told you not to listen to me and run away with him, where do you think you can escape to?

He said, Sen'an, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will find you, whoever made you his son, so you have to pay his debts for him in your life, and you don't want to escape from me in your life.

He is my nominal father and the one who ruined half my life.

My original name was Lu Mianfan, but since I came to the Song family, he changed my name to Song Sen'an for me.He said that the surname Lu made him sick.

This is not a father-son article, don't jump into the wrong pit, the emotional line mainly focuses on minor offenses, 1v1

Content tags: sadomasochistic love, rich family, grievances, grievances, misunderstandings

Search keywords: Protagonist: Song Sen, An Xiaying┃Supporting role: Yu Qingjing, Song Chengbai, Song Mozhu┃Others: Main attack 1v1

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Prologue 1

On the eve of the new year, Yu Qingyan died, in front of me, at the gun of that man.

At that time, I hugged Yu Qingyan's body, cried out in pain, and stared at him with hatred, but he didn't show any fear, instead he smiled mockingly.

He said, Sen'an, he died because of you, who told you not to listen to me and run away with him, where do you think you can escape to?

He said, Sen'an, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will find you, whoever made you his son, so you have to pay his debts for him in your life, and you don't want to escape from me in your life.

He is my nominal father and the one who ruined half my life.

My original name was Lu Mianfan, but since I came to the Song family, he changed my name to Song Sen'an for me.He said that the surname Lu made him sick.

At that time, I didn't understand what he meant. I waited until the night of my 14th birthday to turn my life upside down. It was also because of that night that I understood why I was able to come to the Song family and why he hated people surnamed Lu. Why is he doing this to me.

He said, what your father owes me, you, the son, will pay it back.

He said, you must hate me very much, and I also hate you who have the same blood as him.

He said, this is just the beginning, there will be more tragic things in the future, don't blame me when the time comes.

Behind his words, there is deep hatred, and the way he looks at me is even more ruthless.

He is not my biological father, but he still treats me as his son in front of the public hypocritically.Although I am half of the Song family, I have never been treated like the second young master of the Song family.In the Song family, I am not even as good as a dog.

It's just that it doesn't matter how he tortured me before, but now, he deprives me of the person I love the most. He is a devil, a devil.

I swear, one day, I will definitely kill him, and who else has raped me.

I want revenge, I want to kill them.

Prologue 2

There is a dream that connects the previous life, and we in this life are atoning for the sins we have committed.

The moment he opened his eyes in the hospital, he seemed like a drowning person, struggling to escape, and then the tide of memory hit him, making him suffer from painful memories.He felt his head hurt so badly that it was about to explode, and there seemed to be a desperate voice screaming in the depths of his soul.

He hugged his head and curled up on the bed, groaning in pain.There was no light coming in from the windows covered by curtains, and the room was extremely dark.He was crying uncontrollably, not because he wanted to cry, but because the sadness in his head hit his nerves, forcing him to become like this.

what--

Something burst out of the abyss of guilt, crawled into his heart, wrapped itself around him, and was about to strangle him.

Song Sen'an, you are going to take revenge.

Song Sen'an, you are going to kill those who insulted you.

Song Sen'an.

This is his name?Is his name Song Sen'an?But why does he have no feeling for this name at all, some are just unfamiliar.

Suddenly, he got out of bed and rushed to the mirror. Looking at the peerless face in the mirror, his eyes were wet with tears, his lips were thin and charming, and he was stunned for a long time.

He didn't believe that this face was his, but it was very familiar, was it him?Is he Song Sen'an?Obviously, he remembered that he had been shot and died, but why was he still alive?

Could it be...he was reborn!

He raised his hand and slapped himself. In the mirror, his cheeks were slightly swollen.He thought this was not a dream, but reality.

He is Song Sen'an, and he has Song Sen'an's memory, a complete memory, but there is something missing.

Chapter 3

eve.

Planes flying back and forth to Ranruo City in the dark night landed, and crowds of people went out.The waiting hall was originally quiet, but was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps.

A man in a white shirt and black tights outlining his tight lines, his cheetah-like eyes staring forward, his lips pursed, seemed to have a contempt beyond the world.

At that time, his eyes narrowed slightly, and God's exquisitely carved face was ghostly under the dim light.

He is back.

After a long absence of seven years, I came here again.

The men were escorted into cars by bodyguards in black and headed to the Biga Wharf.Leaning against the car window, he tapped the seat cushion with his slender fingers, staring at the night scene flashing by outside the window with half-eager eyes, reflecting the colorful scenery.

"Di—" the phone vibrated suddenly, and he took out his phone to answer.

"Boss, do we still need Qiyu's goods now?"

The man curled his lips slightly, and said, "Of course, you take a few brothers to go first, I'll be there soon."

"Yes."

The screen went dark, the man put away his phone, his expression was lazy, but there was a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

When he came to Bijia Wharf, he heard bursts of gunshots and vaguely smelled the smell of blood in the air.

It's quiet here, eerily quiet.

Before he got close, he only heard someone say, "That batch of goods is hidden there."

"Bah, you kind of let me go and we'll fight one-on-one."

"Just you, not even worthy."

The man's words angered the man in the suit in front of him. He kicked the man's stomach and crushed it hard.

He said, "I'll ask you again, where is the cargo?"

The man didn't speak, the man in the suit gave him a wink, and the people on the side rushed forward to kick the man, and the sound of wailing sounded.

So here, the darkness devours everyone's heart, just for profit, but also foretells something.

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He pressed the horn, startled the people present, and looked at him one after another.When they saw that it was him, they restrained their movements, stepped aside, and stood up neatly.

He opened the car door and went down. The man in the suit came forward and shouted in a low voice, "Boss."

He smiled, like a city, and asked him, "Is this person a messenger?"

The man nodded, raised his eyebrows, looked at the time on his watch, wondering what he was thinking.

The man in the suit turned sideways, grabbed the hair of the person lying on the ground, and lifted it up.

"Bah—" the man gasped, and cursed at the man, "Damn, if you dare to touch me, God will not let you go!"

The other party's words caught his attention.He chuckled, squatted down and looked at each other, and said with a smile, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, you have the guts to try to trick me." The man roared, staring at him fiercely.

He smiled sweetly, but his eyes changed. He wanted to be another one who didn't know what to do.

He stood up without any instructions, and the man in the suit understood what he meant.

The man took out his gun and pointed at the man. The man was scared now. After all, although they beat him earlier, they didn't really do it. Now it seems that they are going to do it for real.

He shouted, "What do you want to do, God will not let you go!"

The man sneered, "You didn't even count as a fart in front of our boss that day. If you want to survive, tell me where you put the goods."

When the man heard this, he suddenly reacted. He stared at the handsome man a few steps away, and said in surprise, "You are the second young master of the Song family? No, it's impossible, isn't the second young master of the Song family abroad?"

He smiled coldly, "Yu Teng, this person talks too much, get rid of him quickly."

"Yes."

But before Qiu Yuteng could make a move, the man hastily kowtowed to him, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I just came here to mess around, and I don't know about the Dao, so please let me go."

"Isn't it a bit late for you to realize now?" He smiled, but this smile was dangerous, "Where is the goods?"

"Under water at the pier"

He waved his hand, and Qiu Yuteng immediately understood, and asked a few brothers to pick up the goods.

The man hurriedly kowtowed to him and thanked him, "Thank you for letting me go."

He smiled ghostly, walked in front of this person, and said regretfully, "It's a pity you won't have a next time."

The man opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground before he could react. Blood flowed from his head and stained the ground.

He stared coldly at the cold corpse under his feet, played with the gun, then turned his head and said to Qiu Yuteng, "Clean it up."

Qiu Yuteng responded, "Yes."

The sound was over, and the surroundings returned to silence. Under the moonlight, the man's eyes were cold, like a bottomless lake, deep and dim.

Chapter 4

In the early morning, the breeze blows through the leaves, making a staggering sound.A little bit of warm sunlight sprinkled on the ground through the shade of the trees.The light in the room is bright, and the white walls reflect mottled reflections, which fall on the person on the bed.

At this time, the alarm clock rang, waking him up.He stood up, squinted his eyes slightly to adapt to the light, his cheeks were pale, with a morbid beauty, and there was a little sadness in his eyebrows.

He got out of bed, went into the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, raised his head, and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling strange.

His pale face did not