Rebirth of Chopping

There is a steaming cup of tea in front of Yang Hao.

The teacups are made of precious porcelain, and the table on which the teacups are placed is also high-quality pear wood. The whole room is decorated in a classical Chinese style, which looks quiet and comfortable.

The man opposite Yang Hao looks close to seventy years old, but the brilliance in his eyes tells Yang Hao that this friend who has been away for many years is still handsome in his bones.

"Yang, long time no see." Calling affectionately, Klinsmann's hand holding the teacup trembled a little. He looked at Yang Hao's expressionless face, obviously trying to suppress his excitement.

"Long time no see." Yang Hao looked at Klinsmann and said calmly without a trace of emotion on his expression.

"How have you been all these years?" Staring straight at Yang Hao, Klinsmann's expression was even a little crazy.

"Very good." Yang Hao remained expressionless: "What about you?"

"I miss you very much, and I also miss those days." Trying to control his emotions, Klinsmann said.

"Miss the days back then?" Yang Hao showed a gentle smile: "Really?"

As if confused by Yang Hao's sudden smile, Klinsmann was taken aback for a moment, and murmured dully: "Really..."

"I miss it too." Yang Hao's smile gradually cooled down: "I really miss the feeling of destroying your feet."

"..." Yang Hao's words brought Klinsmann back to his senses, and he panted a few times, as if he was greatly stimulated by Yang Hao's words.

"What do you want to tell me now?" Yang Hao said lightly: "For the sake of keeping a secret for me for so many years, I also let Adrian go."

"But you still asked for one of his eyes." Almost smiling wryly, Klinsmann said.

"Yes." Yang Hao's tone was cold: "I should have killed him."

Knowing how ruthless Yang Hao's heart is, Klinsmann, who didn't know what expression to make other than a wry smile, sighed slightly: "Then why are you here today?"

"You know what I'm here for." Yang Hao looked at Adrian, and stretched out his hand to pinch the small necklace hanging around his neck.

"You want to destroy the Blair family?" Klinsmann's face was slightly moved: "You can't bear it anymore?"

"I've endured you for so many years." Yang Hao raised his chin slightly: "The first reason is that I am only in charge of the Yang family. If I confront you directly, it will only hurt both sides. The second reason is that there is a more gentle method for me Choice, the third reason is - you are not dead yet."

"You still miss the old feelings." Klinsmann looked at Yang Hao and said, "Then why can't you bear it now? I'm still alive..."

"I can't take it anymore." Yang Hao said blankly: "Adrian is not as enlightened as you are, and besides, I have Yang Qingyu."

"Your eldest son?" Klinsmann said, "Are you in love with him?"

"Love?" Yang Hao looked at Klinsmann's tense expression with a half-smile, "Don't you understand mermaid bloodline?"

I really understand... Klinsmann thought with a pale face, it is quite normal for close relatives to fall in love among the mermaid clan.

"Then your youngest son Yang Qingke?" Without trying to hide his disappointment, Klinsmann asked again.

"Him?" Some wondered why Klinsmann would ask this question, Yang Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "I have nothing to say to him."

"Haha, he is your wife's baby." Hearing Yang Hao's words, Klinsmann showed a strange expression: "How are you going to explain it to Xia Erlan?"

"Explain? Why explain?" Yang Hao looked at Klinsmann: "What obligation do I have to explain to her?"

"...Is there no obligation..." As if thinking of something, Klinsmann murmured softly, "There is indeed no obligation..."

"Besides, you humans will accept mermaids so easily?" Yang Hao lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "Even if that mermaid is your relative."

"It seems that you have indeed understood human beings better over the years." Klinsmann looked at Yang Hao's face that seemed to never change, and said in a daze, "You still look the same, but I am old."

"Human life is very short." Yang Hao said: "Because God also knows how terrible it would be to give endless lives to a greedy race like you."

"You've always hated humans so much." Klinsmann's voice was melancholy.

"Okay, since we've been chatting for so long, I'll start talking about business." Yang Hao put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Klinsmann expressionlessly: "I want you to disband the Blair family's mermaid business."

Klinsmann did not show a surprised expression when he heard the words. Anyway, a trace of relief flashed across his face. He had been waiting for Yang Hao's words for more than 40 years.

"You finally told me." Klinsmann smiled bitterly: "I thought you would never tell me."

"I didn't tell you because the timing was wrong." Looking at the old face of his old friend, Yang Hao felt a little moved in his heart: "Although I don't like human beings, you helped me after all."

"Then why didn't you tell me to disband this business early in the morning?" Klinsmann couldn't suppress his emotions any longer. He looked at Yang Hao's still expressionless face and said, "You clearly know that if you say, I will definitely do it!"

"You don't owe me anything." Yang Hao looked at Klinsmann's excited look and was completely indifferent: "Of course, I don't want to owe you anything. Besides, even if you disbanded the mermaid industry at that time, someone else would do it. Since It’s better to leave it at that.”

"Haha...Yang, you really deserve to be Yang..." Klinsmann burst into tears with a smile: "What if I refuse?"

"Reject?" As if he didn't quite understand what the person in front of him was thinking, Yang Hao frowned: "You have the right to refuse now? Klinsmann, if I let you go, it doesn't mean that I pamper you, and I have already given Ah Derian has a chance, and then, I will not miss the old love again."

"Yang..." Covering his eyes with his hands, Klinsmann, the head of Blair, who has always been flattered and humiliated, now looks like an ordinary old man, his voice trembling: "...you..."

"I know what you want to say." Looking at Klinsmann's appearance, Yang Hao said lightly: "Tell me your conditions."

"Give me a kiss." With difficulty uttering his request, Klinsmann said hoarsely: "A kiss that I have been looking forward to for 40 years."

"Okay." Yang Hao nodded, then he stood up, walked to Klinsmann's side, squatted down, held Klinsmann's face with both hands, and looked at Klinsmann's moist eyes , Yang Hao had to admit that at this moment, he once again saw the shadow of the silver-haired boy 40 years ago on this old face. Indistinct wrinkles.

Pressing a light kiss on his forehead, Yang Hao said softly, "Klinsmann, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for you." Finally realizing that you can't stay in Japan, Klinsmann held Yang Hao's hand. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Yang. In fact, I have been..."

"Needless to say, I know." After interrupting Klinsmann, Yang Hao looked at his almost desperate expression and said, "But I also know that it is impossible for us."

It must be impossible. After hearing Yang Hao's words, Klinsmann was relieved for a while... The barrier between him and Yang Hao is not only due to identity... but also race. The most important thing is that Yang Hao treats him at all. There will be no love that he can't ask for.

"I promise you." The excitement gradually eased.Klinsmann showed a deep tired look: "I will disband Blair's mermaid industry."

"Thank you." Yang Hao stood upright and looked down at Klinsmann.

"But Adrian's kid has a rather extreme temper." Klinsmann said after considering his words, "If he accidentally offends you..."

"There is no chance." The sharp black nails slowly emerged from his hands. Yang Hao lifted Klinsmann's chin lightly, and said expressionlessly: "If he offends me again, there will only be one end."

"..." Knowing that he would not be able to win another chance for his only grandson, Klinsmann looked old, and he sighed heavily, "This is all retribution, retribution."

"It is indeed retribution." Yang Hao looked at Klinsmann and said, "If someone wants to do evil, he will always have to pay the price."

"This is probably the last time we meet." Klinsmann's eyes were dark: "Yang, it would be great if I were like you."

"It's nothing good." Yang Hao looked at Klinsmann's gloomy expression, and said calmly, "If you were like me, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to live now."

"..." Knowing what Yang Hao was referring to, Klinsmann turned even paler.

"Although you are right, it was your father who did it after all." Yang Hao looked at Klinsmann and cruelly pushed away the deep scars between the two: "If there was no Yang Yuntian back then, there would be no Know what's going to happen to me."

"..." Klinsmann was silent. Yang Yuntian was the previous head of the Yang family, and he handed over the Yang family to Yang Hao. If he hadn't rescued Yang Hao from Blair, I am afraid that today he would stand The one here is a ruined mermaid.

But Yang Yuntian's purpose in rescuing Yang Hao was definitely not out of kindness. Klinsmann, who knew all the truth, felt that he couldn't say anything after hearing Yang Hao's words, he had no qualifications, and he didn't know what to say. , is enough to transform a shy Yang Hao into a gloomy and indifferent living King of Hades. Under such circumstances, all ifs are only ifs.

"Okay, I should go too." Raising his hand and looking at his watch, Yang Hao said, "Let's stop talking for today."

"Wait, Yang." Seeing Yang Hao's figure turning away suddenly opened his mouth, Klinsmann said, "Can you... sing me one last song?"

"Song?" With a strange expression on his face, Yang Hao said, "I'm sorry, after having a partner, the mermaid songs can only be sung to the partner."

"Really." Klinsmann said with a slightly embarrassing expression, "Then... alright."

"Okay, goodbye." Saying goodbye to Klinsmann again, Yang Hao thought lightly, he didn't want to sing to Klinsmann, but the reason for his refusal was not because he had a partner, but because his current state of mind Klinsmann sang a song, which is definitely a song of death.

Mermaids are such willful creatures.