Cleanup not allowed [Quick Transmigration]

Foyuan grabbed the white shirt next to him and put it on in a mess without buttons, ignoring the exposed pectoral muscles and tight waist.

He went to the window and opened the curtains to let the glare of the sun shine on his eyes that had never been closed all night. He didn't have a good night in the main house. Only the existence of 101 allowed him to spend the night peacefully. .

He stared coldly at everything he could touch in his sight, the hot sun didn't melt anything in him, even so his whole body was surprisingly relaxed.

It's all... coming to an end.

Foyuan's cell phone on the bedside was still on, and he could still see the text message from Ji Mingjie on the cell phone just before it went dark.

Boss, the evidence has been collected, I have put in a lot of effort, so be sure to thank me.

The word-for-word symbol carries an ambiguous emotion, as if it will be transmitted to the recipient along with the mobile phone screen, but all this is not important to Foyuan.

The corners of Foyuan's lips curled up slightly when he thought of the information sent by Ji Mingjie. He really didn't expect that those two old men had lived their lives shrewdly all their lives, but they still fell on a woman.

Murder is illegal, no matter it is now or in the past, but although these two old men are doing disgusting things, they never dirty their hands. No one would have thought that they would commit suicide for a woman when they were young. Killed so many innocent people.

The rebels captured many innocent people and took the woman as a threat to the heirs of the Qin and Chu families who were already rich at the time. The two set fire to the place where the bomb was placed in order to save the woman. The number of people is staggering.

None of the people who were taken hostage and the rebels were spared. The airflow generated by the detonation affected the surrounding residents.

But what is ridiculous is that among the captured hostages are the woman's father, mother and her 12-year-old brother...

The woman committed suicide in the end, leaving behind two paintings, one in the old house of the Qin family and the other in the old house of the Chu family.

Foyuan covered his eyes with his hands, his cold hands touched his face which was hot due to the sun and he was slightly shocked, and he pulled the curtains to make the room cool again.

Mother was too gentle, so she understood the sadness under that distorted painting.

Ji Mingjie, who was driving the car and sitting in the driver's seat, smiled and looked at Foyuan who came from the door: "Boss, how did you sleep at night?"

Listening to Ji Mingjie's intentionally disgusting words, Foyuan didn't answer in silence, instead of sitting in the back seat in the past, he opened the car door neatly and sat in the passenger seat, ignoring his surprised eyes and ordered: "Drive."

Ji Mingjie paused for a moment, and his smile added a bit of truth: "Yes, boss." As long as I am still dependent on you, then I am willing to do anything for you.

Foyuan breathed in the scent of the other party's perfume quietly. The perfume he sprayed was obviously to satisfy the customer's sense of smell, but it made him feel at ease. He was the only one by his side all this time.

The iron gate was gradually closed by the two servants guarding the side, and what gradually disappeared was the pain and regret left by the Buddha's fate here.

It was the same summer as now, it was hot and windless, the willows were hanging listlessly, motionless, and the cement road was so sun-drenched that it gave off a little silver light, as if everything was about to melt...

The antique car was running on the road, and the little girl poked her head out and looked ahead: "Grandpa, when will we arrive?" Nuonuo's voice made the little girl even more cute.

The little girl pouted slightly as if she had heard some bad news, but she still sat in her seat honestly. She had the demeanor of a grown-up second lady, but now that she is small, she will only make people feel Well-behaved and cute, not dignified and elegant when grown up.

Xiao Foyuan stood at the door of the main house, dressed like a little prince who came out of a European oil painting, which was his mother's bad taste.

The butler stood beside him, holding an umbrella in his hand, accompanying the little Second Young Master, waiting for the arrival of the Qin family.A whistle sound broke the comfort of the main house, Foyuan turned his head and waited for the car to stop slowly.

"Brother Foyuan" Little Qin Feilan immediately opened the car and jumped out the moment the car stopped, scaring the servants who were guarding beside him. If the little princess of the Qin family was injured, they would have to be punished.

Old Master Qin laughed, and came down slowly with the help of his servants: "Little boy, please be more lively." When passing by the butler, he said in a soft voice with a friendly face: "The old guy hasn't gotten up yet, sure enough? It's old."

The butler bent down respectfully, although he was older, he was still agile: "Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Mr. Qin nodded: "Xiaolan, play with Foyuan for a while, grandpa, I'll talk to that old man."

Little Qin Feilan watched his grandfather on crutches go farther and farther, until he disappeared from sight, then pulled Foyuan and shrugged: "It's better to be lively, Brother Foyuan, let me tell you, at home, grandpa is very strict." I don't even have a chance to go out to play."

Xiao Foyuan looked at the braid on Qin Feilan's head and smiled: "Do you want to climb a tree?" She was a cute and cute little girl when I first met her, but I didn't expect to see her climbing a tree and stealing the backyard It was only after eating the fruit that she got to know this crazy girl again.

"Hmph, I'm a lady, so I won't do that kind of thing to ruin my image."

Foyuan is speechless, have you done too many things to damage the image in front of me?

Little Qin Feilan looked at Foyuan's young and mature appearance and thought of something and secretly smiled: "Brother Foyuan, your name is like a monk. You should not become a monk in the future, otherwise I will be a widow."

Foyuan looked at Qin Feilan who was blushing suddenly and smiled gently, which made her cheeks even redder. They were almost ten years old, and their family had already told them about their future marriage.

Probably because they wanted to cultivate their relationship since they were young, the exchanges between the two families became more frequent, and they met more and more often.

Xiao Qin Feilan suddenly thought of something, and excitedly took Foyuan's hand: "I brought some fun things today." Because her grandfather didn't let her go out very much, she likes to make some weird things when she stays at home up.

Xiao Foyuan was aroused by her curiosity, she always took out things he had never seen before.

Seeing the expectant eyes of the other party, the little girl smiled proudly: "I did this all myself, you can't see it anywhere else!"

"but……"

Qin Feilan raised his hand and shook it in front of him with his index finger; "I can't show it to you now, let's go eat." Then he took Foyuan's hand and bounced into the room with a mysterious expression on his face.

The woman in the living room looked at the two villains who came in from the door with a gentle face: "Why, are you tired from playing?"

"Hello, Auntie." Little Qin Feilan became well-behaved in an instant. She had already known what kind of child to be the most lovable under her grandfather's education.

Foyuan took Qin Feilan's hand: "Mom, can I have some snacks, Xiaolan seems to be hungry."

The woman reached out and stroked their hair gently: "Okay, Xiaolan, you can go to Foyuan's room to play, and I'll get you some snacks."

Xiao Qin Feilan thanked him, and led Foyuan to go upstairs. Foyuan was helpless, this little girl was almost more familiar with his own room than he was.

As soon as Qin Feilan arrived in the room, he closed all the curtains under Foyuan's surprised gaze. It was already afternoon, and now the room was even darker.

"This is very beautiful. This is my favorite work. I even named it Tiannv Sanhua."

Xiao Qin Feilan took out the large decorative pocket on the lotus skirt, and stretched out a delicate triangular crystal object, which lay quietly on her hand.

As soon as the woman entered the room, she saw two villains muttering with their heads above their heads: "Oh, why did you make the room so dark?".

"Xiaolan said she wanted to show me something."

The woman smiled dotingly; "Is there anything good about Xiaolan, can I let Auntie watch it together?"

"Okay." The crisp voice carried the unique softness of a child, Qin Feilan lowered his head shyly at the woman's smile, only the crystal in his hand was shining.

The little finger touched the button under the crystal, and the glowing silver thread shot out from the cracked crystal and spread all over the room in an instant. The silver thread swayed in the air along with the force, and the crystal clear feeling wrapped around the human body. Beside her, there is nothing to rely on, just like a fairy in the dark.

...but no one appreciates it.

Fo Yuan touched his face in a daze, blood slipped from his cheeks to the corner of his mouth, and slowly invaded along the sunken corner of his lips, the faint salty smell occupied his whole sense of taste.

"Mother?"

The woman's head was shot through by three arrows, her entire face was twisted, and the remaining two were shot at her shoulders and legs. Her body couldn't bear it, and she fell down and fell on the opposite side of him. Buddha Yuan's thin body.

The arrow on the woman's face pierced Fo Yuan's neck, and blood flowed from the slender neck. Fo Yuan shrank his pupils facing the woman's face, completely unaware of the pain.

Qin Feilan stood blankly holding the closed small crystal in his hand, the blood from the woman's body was also sprayed on her beige tutu skirt, and a terrified scream came from her mouth.

On the wall of the room, the set of bows and arrows that Foyuan’s father gave him when he was celebrating his ninth birthday have fallen and are scattered on the ground. The moment the arrow also aimed at the woman...

It's obviously just a prank, or is it a prank by the god of death...

The woman's face was facing Buddha Yuan, and distorted images gathered in the little Buddha Yuan's eyes, and this image would accompany him for the rest of his life.