Ichimori Peace

After all, his life and death are still in the hands of this lunatic Song Sen'an.

Song Sen'an smiled and stopped. In fact, he really wanted to slit Song Mozhu's throat, but he couldn't do it for some reason.

He looked at Song Mozhu, and suddenly picked up Song Mozhu's sleeve, without blinking or trembling, he stabbed Song Sen'an's arm with the knife, not heavy, but deep into the flesh.

Song Mozhu frowned, with a painful expression on his face, cold sweat streaming down his temples.

Song Sen'an was very relieved to see him so uncomfortable, he said, "I really want to kill you, but letting you die so quickly is really too cheap for you."

He smiled distortedly, and under the twist, his eyes were full of sadness and pain, and even behind these emotions were full of scars that were self-evident.

Song Sen'an kept exerting force on his hands, stroked forward, then put on a cold face, leaned into Song Mozhu's ear and said, "Song Mozhu, do you know why I hate you so much?"

Song Mozhu was stunned for a while, didn't he know the reason for this a few years ago?what else?what else?But he was in so much pain that he couldn't think much about it.

Song Sen'an smiled at him, tore off the tape that was stuck to his mouth, and gave him a chance to speak, but the behavior of cutting his flesh continued.

Even though Song Mozhu could speak, he didn't speak. He knew that Song Sen'an wanted to see him and beg him, but he couldn't, because Song Sen'an was not worthy of him begging.

Song Sen'an said, "Don't you want to get rid of it sooner?"

"..."

"How long are you going to hold on?"

"..."

He said, "If you ask me, I will let you go."

At this time, Song Mozhu said, "Song Sen'an, you are dreaming!"

With Song Sen'an's hand, the knife pierced through Song Mozhu's arm, and blood flowed down his arm to the ground like spring water.

Song Sen'an looked at Song Mozhu's bloody hands, and seemed to be awakened, threw away the knife, and retreated like a plague.

Song Mozhu felt strange, but Song Sen'an didn't continue to hurt him, and he was a little relieved, this torture was very painful.

He held his breath, and when he looked at Song Sen'an again, he found that Song Sen'an was crying. This was an unexpected scene for Song Mozhu.

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Can a heartless person like Song Sen'an have human emotions?cry too?No one will believe this if it is said, because even he does not believe it!

Song Sen'an looked down at Song Mozhu, thinking about the past, looking at the present, it was really ridiculous.

He moved his lips, and what he said turned into silent words, and what surprised Song Mozhu even more was that Song Sen'an untied him.

Without even thinking about it, he snatched the knife first, put it on Song Sen'an's neck, and said, "Get me a car, or I will kill you."

Song Sen'an looked at him calmly, and then laughed again, which made Song Mozhu baffled.

Song Sen'an closed his eyes, and raised the corners of his lips, "Song Mozhu, do you really think you can get out alive?"

Song Mozhu had a cold face, "At least your subordinates won't want to see you die."

Song Sen'an shook his head, grabbed the knife across his neck, pulled it, blood flowed from five fingers, startled Song Mozhu.

Song Sen'an stepped back, pointed at Song Mozhu and said, "Our grievances will end today."

"Resentment? What kind of resentment?" Song Mozhu asked calmly, but he had never quite understood where Song Sen'an's hatred for him came from.Could it be because of his father's fault that he should be involved?

Song Sen'an's smile faded, and his eyes flickered, "You ask me what you owe me? Haven't you realized it yet?"

Song Mozhu heard that there was something in Song Sen'an's words, but he really couldn't think of a reason why Song Sen'an would hate him, "I don't understand what you are trying to express, but at least let me understand."

Chapter 119

Ha ha ha ha--

Song Sen'an laughed suddenly, his body bent down, and tears flowed again, "Song Mozhu, you don't understand! Don't you understand?"

Song Mozhu frowned and remained silent.

Song Sen calmed down, moved his footsteps, and got closer to Song Mozhu, only an inch away, nose to nose.

Song Mozhu gradually felt a little oppressed, broke out in a cold sweat, and had difficulty breathing.

Song Sen'an smiled, as if mocking, and touched Song Mozhu's chest with his hand, wandering away ambiguously, this action surprised Song Mozhu.

Song Sen'an's eyes were cold, but his smile was weird, and he let out a warm breath, "Brother, you haven't forgotten that night, have you?"

Song Mozhu was stunned and didn't react. He just felt a chill that he had never felt hit him.

Song Sen'an's hand was on Song Mozhu's neck, rubbing against it lightly, which was very ambiguous, but the current atmosphere is definitely not ambiguous, but terrifying.

Seeing Song Sen'an unbuttoning his jacket, Song Mozhu immediately grabbed Song Sen'an's hand, scolded him angrily, and said in shame, "Song Sen'an, are you crazy!"

Song Sen'an continued to smile, and said sarcastically, "You think too much."

Song Mozhu's face turned from red to black, and he punched Song Sen'an angrily, even forgetting his own situation.

Song Sen'an took a few steps back, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he was still smiling, adding a bit of a ghost, and he said, "Brother, that's not what you did to me that night."

Song Mozhu was shocked by Song Sen'an's words again for a moment. That night, what happened between him and Song Sen'an that night?

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Song Mozhu doesn't have much recollection of what happened ten years ago, but fragmentary pictures from a long time ago flashed in his mind, giving him chills.

Song Sen'an spat blood, and the hand holding the gun did not change. He asked him with a smile, "Don't you remember what happened that night? My dear brother?"

He smiled and said, "Shall I help you recall what happened that night?"

After the words were finished, Song Sen'an tore off his clothes, revealing his lean body, and put on a charming smile. He didn't mean anything at first, but in Song Mozhu's view, it was a taboo with something else in it.In the past, he wouldn't have felt anything, but today, he didn't dare to look at Song Sen'an more.

Vaguely, he remembered something about that night, a young man called his name subtly with blurred eyes and trembling body.

It was a part of the past in his youth. The so-called affair was very tempting, so tempting that he can still recall the taste of that time now, but he can't remember the name or appearance of that person. It should be said that he was there People have vented and enjoyed themselves.

At that time, when he was just full, he was dragged to Huanyu by a group of friends to drink and celebrate. He didn’t know who put medicine in the wine and gave him a boy. He didn’t restrain the effect of the medicine and hugged him. He knew he liked men, otherwise who would go to bed with a stranger.It was because of this incident that he gradually recognized his own heart. When he tried to find the boy who gave him pleasure that night, the other party seemed to have evaporated and never existed in the world.

He even thought that if that person appeared in front of him, he would love the other person, probably because he had a special case and hope for the first person to sleep with him.

Just, who is that person?And who could that person be?

Seeing that Song Mozhu was lost in memory, Song Sen'an said with a faint smile, "Song Mozhu, didn't you always want to know why your father got angry with you the next morning? Shall I tell you the reason?"

Song Mozhu's cold sweat rolled down, and a look of astonishment appeared in his expression.He looked at Song Sen'an, his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make any sound.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

Absolutely impossible!There was absolutely no way that the person that night was Song Sen'an!

Song Sen'an guessed what he was thinking, and then said, "You are right, I was the one who turned upside down with you that night."

This sentence was like dynamite, which shocked him. If Song Sen'an lied to him, he didn't need to use this as an excuse. Then, everything really happened. Then, he and Song Sen'an...

Do not!

Do not!

Do not!

It can't be Song Sen'an!

They are brothers!

How could... so!

Song Mozhu stared at Song Senan with a heavy heart, and suddenly understood why Song Senan harbored hatred towards him after that day.

It turned out that Song Sen'an didn't hate his father because of the crimes he committed, but that he had done something to hurt him.

It's just, why did you tell the truth now, why didn't you tell him earlier, so that he can make up for the other party, and won't be against the other party for so many years.

When there is nothingness, the bell of fate rings, who and whom are caught in the past memories?Is it him, or is it him?

The author has something to say: I will never develop the relationship between brothers, absolutely?(?^o^?)?, but thinking about what I wrote before, it seems that they are all brothers, such as Yueyueyuebaiyu, there is a heart-wrenching love

Talk to yourself

Before I was 14 years old, I was an orphan, I didn’t know who my biological parents were, I was always wandering in one city after another, working as a hated pickpocket, but because of my pretty face, it’s not very easy to steal things Easy, so all I can think about every day is not to starve myself and how to steal other people's money.

According to what Yu Qingyan said, a person like me being a pickpocket is really violent. Of course, I never think that I am very beautiful. A man who is too beautiful is a disaster.

I don’t know if my face is too attractive, those private detectives arranged by him quickly found me, and then he sent someone to take me to Song’s house. At that time, I still saw him as a pickpocket, looking at the sitting He was tall and stalwart on the sofa, and I was nervous and overwhelmed.And at that time, I didn't know that he would become my father. I was stupid and thought he was the boss of some gang, and he was going to kill people to silence him. When I was thinking about how to explain myself, he walked up to me and said He stared at me tightly, making me hairy, and finally he gave me a trial with a sneer, saying, from today onwards, you are my son.

Somehow, I have him