Rebirth of Chopping

Yang Hao knew that he was seriously injured.

A lot of blood loss and damaged internal organs couldn't heal easily because of the special material of the gun, so he could barely maintain his human form. He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head with a blank expression.

He was going to kill Klinsmann.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Yang Hao actually knew the ending of himself and this old friend a long time ago-either you die or I die.

40 years ago, he took Klinsmann's feet away, and Klinsmann broke his last expectation for human beings. Since then, Yue Ze has become Yang Hao, a cold-blooded and cold-blooded person who treats human beings even It is a monster whose own children cannot have feelings.

Ever since his mother died, he thought he would be so lonely forever, Yang Hao picked up the small photo on his neck, looked at the familiar face and showed a gentle smile.

"Mom, I also have a child." Kissing the woman in the photo lightly, Yang Hao had a shy smile on his youthful face: "My name is Xiaoyu... She is a very good child."

"..." Then Yang Hao fell silent, his eyes gradually filled with transparent tears, and he hesitated for a moment before saying: "Mom...why didn't you talk."

"Why..." Yang Hao said miserably, "Is it because I'm not good?"

It's not because she's not good, but because...she will never come back, closing her eyes so that the tears can no longer flow out of her eyes, Yang Hao's heart gradually calmed down, he exhaled slightly and then sighed: "But He hates me, what should I do?"

Still didn't answer, but Yang Hao insisted on talking to the only photo: "He doesn't like me and wants to run away, I'm afraid I can't help it... I can't help it... I will hurt him."

"But there's nothing you can do about it." After closing the cover of the photo, Yang Hao's warm eyes gradually turned cold: "If he doesn't like me... then let him get used to me."

It doesn't matter if you don't like him...as long as Yang Qingyu is with him, even if the premise of this kind of company is...to ignore Yang Qingyu's wishes.But so what... Resuming his expressionless face, Yang Hao licked his bloodless dry lips: "What I want... must be mine."

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Yang Qingyu thought he had a nightmare.

When he opened his eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling, he was still lamenting how real this dream was, so that he was covered in cold sweat, but when he smelled the faint smell of blood... then he knew... it turned out that he Not dreaming.

Yang Qingyu sat up from the bed, someone took a bath for him, and helped him change his clothes, with a blank face, Yang Qingyu called out: "Is there anyone..."

No one had, at least no one to answer his question.

Yang Qingyu slowly got up from the bed, and his bare feet stepped on the soft floor of the shop's thick blanket.

"How could there be no one?" If anyone saw Yang Qingyu now, he would be shocked by his eyes, and saw that his eyes that should have been black turned into blood red, a red that was more gorgeous than flames, and even made people feel astonished. People have an illusion that it will flow from the eye socket.

"Is there no one?" Yang Qingyu walked to the window talking to himself. He was wearing a white shirt on his upper body and a pair of light blue jeans on his lower body. He just lay barefoot by the French window. on a large clear glass.

There were endless crowds and vehicles outside the window. Yang Qingyu rested his forehead on the glass and looked at the height of hundreds of meters below him. His mind was still buzzing like the moment he woke up, unable to think about anything.

Why is he here?His dull head was forcing questions, and Yang Qingyu's eyes were gradually covered with confusion...Why is he here...What happened...Who is he...No...He is Yang Qingyu...But why is he Yang Qingyu?Why……

No one knew how much Yue Ze's death had stimulated Yang Qingyu. Seeing the only pillar in his heart die in front of him, Yang Qingyu finally tasted what it meant to be a catastrophe.

Koshizawa is dead...?So he can go...?That's right, it's great that Yue Ze is dead. With a deep laugh, Yang Qingyu thought seriously, what obligation does he have to stay by Yang Hao's side when he is dead?Right?Moreover……

Stretching out the sharp nails on his hands naturally, Yang Qingyu looked at his bloody fingers and thought indifferently, he still has important things to do—Klinsmann, this man’s life—he wants to deal.

"Master." Wu Qi's voice came from behind, and Yang Qingyu turned his head.

"What's wrong?" Yang Qingyu asked calmly.

"The boss asked me to ask you." Wu Qi looked at Yang Qingyu's extremely calm expression, and actually had a bad premonition in his heart... Could it be that he was too excited?

"Ask what?" Yang Qingyu's eyes were cold.

"Ask you... how do you feel now." Although she knew what Yang Hao wanted to do, Wu Qi still couldn't let go of the worry in her heart.

"How do you feel?" Being amused by Yang Hao's question, Yang Qingyu laughed loudly: "How can I feel?"

"...The boss asks you." Wu Qi repeated Yang Hao's words: "Are you sad? Desperate? Hate?...Want to take revenge...?"

"Why?" Yang Qingyu didn't answer Wu Qi's answer directly: "Is he willing to help me?"

"Of course." Feeling helpless as the relationship between the two father and son became more and more rigid, Wu Qi sighed: "The boss said, if you figure it out, go to him...he will give you what you want."

"What do I want?" Regarding Yang Hao's promise, Yang Qingyu felt for the first time that his father could be so funny: "I want Yue Ze to come back, can he help me?"

...Of course you can, swallowing this sentence, Wu Qi said: "I'm sorry, young master, I can't promise you anything, if you have any request...you can go directly to the boss."

"Okay." Stretching, Yang Qingyu said, "Let's go."

"..." I didn't expect that Yang Qingyu would go to see Yang Hao now, Wu Qi frowned: "This way, young master."

On the way to follow Wu Qi to Yang Hao's house, Yang Qingyu thought a lot, and he only realized now that Yue Ze and him were able to leave because of Yang Hao's charity, and such charity even cost Yue Ze's life The price... really deserves to be my father, it's so ruthless, if I obediently be his pet, is it true that Yue Ze is still alive now?Feeling that his emotions and rationality have been completely separated, Yang Qingyu thought, maybe he should thank Yang Hao, it was him who made himself completely understand what fate is.

"The boss is inside." Seeing Yang Qingyu's indifferent look, Wu Qi hesitated for a while before saying: "Master... Master's health is not good recently... I hope you can speak..."

"I know." After interrupting Wu Qi, Yang Qingyu didn't change his face: "What right do I have to provoke him?"

Of course you have... Because you are the only existence he doesn't want to hurt, Wu Qi looked at Yang Qingyu's back and thought helplessly, why are you so awkward?Just say it... Wouldn't it be good?

Compared with this blunt subordinate, the Yang family father and son obviously don't have the word blunt in their dictionary.

When Yang Qingyu walked in, Yang Hao was lying on the bed taking a nap. His condition seemed to be really not very good, his whole face showed a kind of almost transparent white.

"Dad." Looking at Yang Hao's appearance without any emotion in his heart, Yang Qingyu said, "You said you could promise me anything?"

Yang Hao opened his eyes, he glanced at Yang Qingyu's fiery red eyes, and nodded slightly.

"I'm going to kill Klinsmann." Yang Qingyu unexpectedly agreed with Yang Hao on this matter, and he seemed to no longer harbor fear in front of Yang Hao, and directly and fluently put forward his request: "You help me."

Yang Hao didn't answer, but just looked at Yang Qingyu like this.

Meeting Yang Hao's eyes, Yang Qingyu smiled, and then said: "Of course, you didn't help me for nothing."

"What do you have?" Yang Hao spoke hoarsely.

"Me." Yang Qingyu pretended to think for a while: "I have something..." As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one, his smile remained the same: "Didn't you always miss Want me?"

"If you help me kill Klinsmann." Yang Qingyu took off the white shirt, threw it to his feet, and put his hand on the drawing of the jeans: "I am yours."

Yang Qingyu, who is in his twenties, is no longer a teenager, but his body is more attractive than a young teenager. He is not thin, because of regular exercise, his muscles are very strong. His naked upper body looks It looks slender and fair, very good, Yang Hao suppressed the anger in his heart, thinking blankly, very good.

The naive and accustomed eldest son finally understands the cruelty of the world, finally understands what a deal is, and finally——but why is he so angry?Yang Hao clenched his fists.

"Dad." Looking at Yang Hao's deep gaze, Yang Qingyu frowned slightly: "Could it be that you are not interested in me now?"

"No." Yang Hao looked at Yang Qingyu's body and said coldly, "That's all your sincerity is?"

"Hmm." It turned out that he was dissatisfied with his sincerity. Yang Qingyu looked at Yang Hao with a sudden realization, and unzipped his trousers without hesitation—there was nothing to care about, only his body, a valuable contribution It's no big deal to go out.

"Get out." Looking at Yang Qingyu's unhesitating actions, Yang Hao felt that a flame was burning in his heart, he gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger: "Get out!"

"Ah?" Yang Qingyu was confused by Yang Hao's attitude, he glanced at his legs which were quite satisfactory... he thought it might be because his appearance didn't conform to Yang Hao's aesthetics, right?

"I agree to your deal." Knowing what Yang Qingyu's expression meant, Yang Hao actually felt a little frustrated, and he covered his face with his arms: "Go out."

"Yes." Lifting up his pants, Yang Qingyu pouted, he was really lucky, he thought that at least Yang Hao would let him do it again with him, but he didn't expect that just looking at it would be enough.

After getting dressed, Yang Qingyu left silently, leaving Yang Hao alone in the room.

"Should I laugh or should I cry?" Muttering, Yang Hao closed his eyes and fell into a coma again.