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"You're not going to revive Altaïr?"

When He Wenxuan heard Mingchen's words, he almost thought he heard it wrong.

With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a man who always pays attention to the details of his clothes is sitting next to a flat-screen computer, like an elegant and luxurious urban elite. Ming Chen quickly clicks on the screen, and soon a map appeared in their field of vision.

Mingchen looked down at the map, and said casually: "It is undeniable that I had such an idea at the beginning, but...Altaïr has been dead for many years." Shallow regret, "I discussed it with Zhang Na in detail, and the success rate is about [-]%."

"None of us can predict what the consequences of failure will be like, Altaïr... The era belonging to Altaïr has passed, he has been resting for such a long time, he should not be awakened for my selfishness, What's more, none of us can predict what kind of accident will happen."

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, Ming Chen clenched his fists to his lips and coughed twice, and there were other real reasons.

"I said I was sick and I shouldn't have allowed you--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the warmth and dominance on the lips made one's heart tremble, but when He Wenxuan tried to taste a little more, the man had already opened the distance between them.

"You talk a lot of nonsense, He Wenxuan."

Glancing lightly, and wiping his lips with his thumb, Ming Chen said: "Although I will no longer think about resurrecting Altaïr, I also don't want to see Altaïr become someone else's container, such as King Phillips."

"The king of the previous generation was based on the relationship of heirs. If he chose the immortal surgery, Phillips, as the orthodox heir, would be the best choice, but at the same time he couldn't let go of Altaïr. The mighty Altaïr was his threat and his last choice. Children who like women." Lifting the glass and taking a sip of honey water, Ming Chen sneered, "A frozen tomb for preserving the remains, what do you think Phillips is planning?"

You don't need to guess what Phillips is thinking. Altaïr's body is almost perfect. If he were Phillips, he would probably be reluctant to be cremated and buried. Ming Chen doesn't expect an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years to still have a trace of it in his heart. Feelings that belong to humans.

"Altaïr is in He Hongxue's hands now." He Wenxuan said, "He is placed in a very safe place."

As a bait to lure Mingchen, He Hongxue will not do anything about Altaïr's body for the time being. In fact, He Wenxuan probably guessed what Mingchen wanted to do.

"Then tell me where Altaïr was placed, he shouldn't be treated that way," Ming Chen pointed to the map, and said in a deep voice, "Find him and bury him, this is what I did for him One last thing."

Burying Altaïr also buried the past that bound him for so many years, and those who live in the past will never have a future.

Mingchen looked at He Wenxuan, raised the corners of his lips slightly, like a proud cat: "Do you believe me?"

"What about after this?" He Wenxuan asked back, he really wanted to trust Mingchen, in fact, even though he was more or less uncertain in his heart, he would still trust and support this man in action.

He's just... afraid of losing?

Or the fear of being the one left behind.

"Live the life we ​​want."

When these words were said, Ming Chen smiled in silence. He never expected that one day he would say these words, just like He Wenxuan did not expect that he would hear Ming Chen say these words himself. He waited. Long words.

After all, it is a person, no matter how cruel and cruel, the warmth that was missing in childhood can easily become a person's obsession.

Both repelling and longing.

When he was Tyrell, Mingchen experienced this process on Altaïr, from rejection to acceptance in his heart, trying to control himself not to indulge in it, but Altaïr left before he could indulge in it .

With "Tyrell" giving himself a desperate shot, they left together.

His body was hugged suddenly, and Ming Chen heard He Wenxuan's voice in his ear: "I'll help you."

"I'm a willful person, right?" Ming Chen patted He Wenxuan's back lightly.

But this is Ming Chen, a man who is so powerful that he is afraid of him but at the same time makes He Wenxuan feel very fragile, a man who is self-willed enough to make people love and hate, a man who is willing to be loved and tolerated .

He Wenxuan had been missing for almost a week, and all signs seemed to tell He Hongxue that someone from the royal family had kidnapped He Wenxuan, but He Hongxue felt that something was wrong.

None of the eyeliners he placed in the royal family had any news about He Wenxuan. It became very difficult to find He Wenxuan in a short period of time. Without a clue, the royal family had already targeted the He family. After He Wenxuan's help, He Hongxue had to bear all the troubles by himself.

How did it become the field it is today? If Mingchen hadn't provoked it, the He family would still be supported by the three brothers.

All of a sudden, it's all alone.

Mingchen... Mingchen... Mingchen...

This name haunted He Hongxue like a curse.

"Does he have special magical powers?"

Sitting alone in the room, He Hongxue raised his wine glass and took a sip of vodka, staring coldly at the transparent glass box standing upright not far in front of him. Altaïr, which had been preserved by King Phillips for several years, was still closed. Sleeping with eyes closed in a special glass box.

It was only a little bit, just a little bit short of him being able to catch Ming Chen, but that man escaped from him again and again, and time and time again, the desire for that man and the feeling that he was bound to get it became more and more intense. strong.

"As long as you are here, he will definitely come back."

He Hongxue got up and left the secret room. Phillips was not an easy guy to deal with. Although he would not be defeated after losing the help of He Wenxuan and He Wenhan, he still had to take on more things. He was so busy that he hardly had time to search Where exactly did He Wenhan take Mingchen?

Just less than three steps away from the secret room, the lights in the house suddenly went out, and the surrounding area became dark and at the same time, the phone rang. The butler anxiously confirmed He Hongxue's location. During the time of confrontation with the royal family, the house Sudden power failure is an extremely dangerous signal.

Usually at this time, He Hongxue usually dealt with things in the study, but today he suddenly thought of Ming Chen, and when he thought of that man, he came to the secret room where Altaïr's body was stored, casually drank a glass of wine, and let himself calm down for a while.

"Act according to the normal process, don't make a fuss, and let me know if there is any situation."

Rejecting the housekeeper's request to leave temporarily by helicopter, He Hongxue hung up the phone, not knowing what he was thinking, and returned to the secret room after hesitating for a moment.

He has a complete emergency plan, one of which is to get out of the house as soon as possible if the security of the house fails.

Is this an assassination by the royal family, King Phillips, or is it an accident with a very low probability?

After locking the door of the secret room, He Hongxue glanced at the watch on his wrist. The power outage had lasted for 2 minutes, and even the emergency power supply had been damaged. Obviously, the people who came here were very familiar with him.

All the emergency plans were planned by He Wenxuan.

Even if He Wenxuan was captured by the royal family, it is impossible for He Wenxuan to betray him, but what if He Wenxuan was not captured by the royal family but was kidnapped by other people, for example...

Smiling suddenly, He Hongxue held a silencer gun in his hand, walked like a stroll in the courtyard to a blind corner of the house near the glass box, and hid with his back against the wall.

The glass case can maintain low temperature for 24 hours without power, which is enough time for people to take away and transfer the glass case containing Altaïr's body.

"If you are really dealing with an outsider, I, He Wenxuan, I am really disappointed in you, my brother." Picking up the night vision goggles and putting them on, He Hongxue leaned against the wall and remained motionless.

The secret room, which is almost isolated from the outside world, can't hear any sound. There may be chaos outside, there may be shouts, gunshots and chaotic footsteps, but it is very quiet here, as if time has stopped flowing.

When the secret room was first set up, it was used as a backup hiding place. There were very few people who knew this secret room and could enter it. He Hongxue was one, and He Wenxuan was the one who designed this place. Even after He Wenhan had a different heart, they Even He Wenhan never told about the existence of this secret room.

If it was just an ordinary royal assassination, He Hongxue would actually be quite safe staying here.

in case……

"Click--"

With a soft sound, the door of the secret room was quietly opened from the outside, and He Hongxue heard a familiar voice.

"Three passwords, fingerprint unlocking, only He Hongxue and I can enter here, according to the emergency plan, he should have left this place by helicopter."

He Wenxuan opened the door and walked in. He turned to Mingchen who was following behind and said, "We can take Altaïr out before he comes back."