Ichimori Peace

The strange feeling is surging.

He walked towards Song Sen'an, and in the silence, he tapped the keys, and a piercing sound resounded.Some people exclaimed, some people woke up.

Song Sen'an raised his eyes and smiled at him, "Don't want to hear it anymore?"

Xia Xing nodded, nodded vigorously, and pulled Song Sen'an, trying to stay away from the piano, so that those people could not see Song Sen'an, and hid Song Sen'an in a place where only he could see it.His love turned into selfishness.

Song Sen'an let his kid's temper go, and was dragged away by him, into the elevator, Xia Xing breathed a sigh of relief, as if he finally felt relieved.

He hugged Song Sen'an and whispered, "Sen'an, don't play the piano anymore, don't play the piano anymore."

Unless, you only play it for me alone.

Unless, you are playing for me.

Song Sen'an patted him on the back and responded with a smile, "Okay, I won't play again."

"You promise?" he asked precisely, wanting an answer.

"Well, I promise."

Hearing Song Sen'an's words, Xia Xing's mood gradually improved, but he knew that Song Sen'an would not change for him, so he was just perfunctory.

Chapter 110

There was a faint sound of breathing in a dark basement. Apart from a ventilated window and a locked iron door, the air smelled foul and bloody.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. From here, he could hear the voice of conversation outside, as if someone was saying that he wanted to let him die.

He hugged his body tightly, trying to keep warm, but pulled the wound on his body.Originally, as a killer, he had no pain and no worries, so he shouldn't be afraid of pain or death, but he didn't want to be treated like garbage and die like this.These people injected him with drugs, beat him and tortured him on the pretext of betraying his boss.He has worked hard for them for so many years, but in return for this kind of fate, he is not reconciled.

He bit his lip, putting his nerves on high alert, he needed to live, so he had to kill them.

Someone opened the door and came in. The footsteps approached and stopped in front of him.

There was a silence, and then one of them said, "Kill him now, or wait until he dies in pain?"

"Of course I will do it now, and give him a relief." The other person sighed, like a kind word.

He looked at the weak people on the ground, his smile was distorted in the darkness, "We are not safe, don't blame us for being cruel, we are also helping you."

Fei Wuhai didn't make a sound, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the opportunity.

The man took out his gun and aimed at him, but was kicked away by Fei Wuyang in the next instant.

Fei Wuyang got up quickly, ignored the wound on his body, grabbed the gun, hit the thigh of the man beside him, and shot the man in the chest.

They fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.Fei Wuyang clenched the gun tightly, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and walked out the door.To live, he must live.

Every time Fei Wuyang took a step, a trail of blood came out on the ground, his life was disappearing, and he forced himself to wake up, stabbing his arm with a piece of glass in his pocket.

His body was cold, and a chill came out of his body, probably because of drug addiction, but why now.

Pushing open the door, the outside sun shone on his blood-stained face, pale, he got in the car and left here quickly.

It's just that his eyes were blurred, and the car didn't drive normally for a long time, and it circled left and right on the road.

He opened his eyes wider, but the scene he saw was still hazy, and despair enveloped him.There was a strong smell of blood in the car, which confused his mind even more. He couldn't die like this, he wanted to live!He wants to live!

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his nails dug into his flesh, but it still failed to awaken his tired and dying nerves.He felt the blood flow slowly stop, and some scattered fragments emerged.

When he was 14 years old, he followed the boss, and now he has lived and died for four years, but he ended up like this, it's really sad.

He coughed lightly, spit out blood, and leaned back weakly, waiting for death to come.

There was a car chasing up from behind, so he should have known that he was running away and was coming to chase him down, but he was unable to hold the steering wheel and lowered his hands.

The world is spinning and the world is dark.The car crashed into a side guardrail, and his head was bleeding from the knock, and he couldn't move.

Someone pulled him out of the car and pointed a gun at him. He closed his eyes in despair, and a loud voice sounded in his ears. Then he fell into the boundless darkness forever and passed out.

The end of life is not over, and who will know what identity he will live in when he wakes up again?

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Song Sen'an woke up with a start, panting, got out of bed suddenly and went into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror, staring blankly.

He looked at this face, it was obviously his face, but it made him feel more and more strange.

He touched his face and pulled hard, trying to pull the skin off, but the pain from his face stopped him.

He frowned, washed his face with water, and looked at himself again, feeling irritable.

The previous dream was very real, making him feel that the person named Fei Wuyang was himself, but he was Song Sen'an, not someone else.

It's just that, why would he have such a dream?Was it his fantasy?

If you are not safe, don't come to be safe.

He covered his head, and the voice in his head started to ring again, don't think about it, you are Song Sen'an, the unique Song Sen'an.

You are Song Sen'an, you are not innocent.

That's right, he is Song Sen'an, not only innocent.

Song Sen'an looked at the mirror, and he smiled at him in the mirror, but his smile was very strange.

Chapter 111

As the dawn breaks, Xia Xing wakes up in a daze, but Song Sen'an is nowhere to be seen.When he came to the bathroom, he saw Song Sen'an smoking a cigarette. There were many cigarette butts at Song Sen'an's feet.

He froze for a moment, without moving his footsteps, while Song Sen'an looked out of the window with a melancholy expression, a look he had never seen before.

Outside the window, the haze rising from the horizon made the sky red and colored Song Sen'an.

He walked in front of Song Sen'an and didn't speak until he was so choked by the smoke that he couldn't stand it, so he coughed dryly.

Song Sen'an looked back at him, but didn't put out the cigarette, he said, "Go out if you feel uncomfortable."

Xia Ying shook her head, hugged Song Sen'an, buried her head on his chest, and said softly, "Smoking is not good for your health."

Song Sen'an smiled, but did not respond, but took a puff of cigarette and kissed Xia Xing's lips.

This kiss was Song Sen'an's teasing of him, without emotion.His lips and teeth were filled with the smell of nicotine, making Xia Xing sick to his stomach.

He was struggling, but he didn't dare to push Song Sen'an away. He didn't let him go until Song Sen'an had kissed enough.

He bit his lip, lowered his head, and asked, "Sen'an, are you in a bad mood?"

Song Sen'an remained silent and continued to smoke, the smoke concealing his expression.

Xia Xing felt uncomfortable, she didn't understand why she made Song Sen'an unhappy?Could it be because he rejected Song Sen'an last time?

He folded his arms, the wind chilling him.He looked at Song Sen'an, almost driven crazy by the problem in his mind.

Song Sen'an, Song Sen'an, please give me an answer.

Tears flowed from his eyes, while Song Sen'an frowned slightly.

"I said, don't cry in front of me." His voice was indifferent, as if the temperature had receded.

His sound made Xia Xing startled.

Xia Ying raised her hand and wiped her face indiscriminately, but couldn't stop the tears from pouring out.

He said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't cry... I'm sorry..."

His voice was trembling, his eyes were red from being rubbed, but he kept apologizing to Song Sen'an.

Seeing him like this, Song Sen'an's expression became confused, and when he was about to touch Xia Xing's shoulder, his outstretched hand dropped again.

He frowned, "Xia Xing, can you be stronger, I didn't say you scolded you."

"I'm sorry, Song Sen'an, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He kept apologizing, which upset Song Sen'an. He was in a bad mood at first, but when he heard Xia Ying's crying, he became even more agitated.

He pulled Xia Xing and turned on the shower, but the water was cold.The chill made Xia Xing tremble. He trembled, but his tears stopped.

His face turned pale, and Song Sen'an pressed him against the wall and kissed him hard.

There was mist in Xia Xing's eyes, and he didn't resist Song Sen'an, but those eyes dimmed.

Song Anyuan saw it, stopped and turned off the water.

With his back to Xia Xing, he sighed silently, "You go out first."

Xia Xing was startled, looking at Song Sen'an's back, feeling his heart being pinched hard.Is he hated by Song Sen'an?

Suddenly, he felt cold, this kind of cold made him afraid, and his tears welled up again.

He hugged Song Sen'an from behind and cried, "Sen'an, I know I was wrong, I will never cry again, please don't hate me, please don't be so cold to me."

There was pain in Song Sen'an's eyes, but he suppressed it forcefully, "I don't blame you, you don't have to do this."

Really, really, no need for that.

Xia Xing shook her head and kept shaking her head, still saying sorry.

Song Sen'an looked at the sky with a wry smile on his lips, but he didn't turn around.

Who is torturing whom?

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The crying behind him weakened, but Song Sen'an's brows did not relax, but at this moment, the hand around his waist was pulled away.

Just as he was feeling weird, he heard the sound of Xia Ying taking off his clothes behind him, and Xia Ying said to him, "Sen'an, do you care about my rejection that time? So now, I hand myself over to you, what do you think?" It's okay with me, just don't hate me, I beg you."

Song Sen'an was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, there was already a warm body close to him from behind.

He was silent, pulled a bath towel aside, wrapped it around Xia Xing's body, looked at him, looked at him who was sad.

Xia Ying sobbed softly, Song Sen'an kissed his eyes, took a towel to wipe his hair, and then hugged him.

He said, "The one who should say sorry is me."

Xia Xing, what should I do with you?

Xia Xing, what should I do to be cruel to you?

Chapter 112

Xia Xing had a high fever at night, Song Sen'an didn't close his eyes all night in order to take care of him, Xia Xing's fever didn't subside until the next morning.

Song Sen'an pressed the sun