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As for what Tu Siben said, Feng Bei almost forgot later, and most of them used different rhetoric to express his praise for their battle against the city guards. He listened to it at first, but later found that it became less and less Meaning, I had to concentrate on the glass of beer.

Later, before he finished dealing with the beer, Tang Congyun became his target. That guy was pulled up to give a speech with the chief leader who was talking nonsense, and he was poured a lot of wine by each table. When he came back after the end The footsteps are a little vain.

After the game was over, Feng Bei went out with the drunk cat, and just wanted to talk to Tu Siben that he still had something to say, but he was chased away by that person's "do not disturb" eyes.

Brain genius.Fengbei thought in his heart, but he didn't actually stop what he was doing - he stuffed Tang Congyun into the mechanical car, acted as the driver himself and used the bus for private use, and sent himself and the man home together.

The two of them stacked very close in the dark, Feng Bei just wanted to reach out to pat the steward, but found that he had no hands at all to support a certain commander, so...in his own words, he acted like a mentally handicapped Looking at Tang Congyun's bracelet, he yelled a few times and asked the housekeeper to open the door for him.

Before he had time to open the door, the drunk cat seemed to have regained a little consciousness, raised his foot and kicked the poor door, kicking a passage and then paralyzed into a drunken appearance.

Feng Bei: "..."

Although he had thought about whether he was insane after drinking too much and had violent tendencies hundreds of times, Fengbei still carried him back to the room and closed the door with his foot.Tang Congyun was placed on the sofa by him, and the butler in his hand automatically jumped down to turn on the lights for them.

The moment the robot left, Fengbei turned around to look for the towel, the man lying on the sofa seemed to come to life, and he couldn't help but hold Fengbei from behind, and the arhat collapsed on the soft sofa after the center of gravity.

"...Young master, do you want to throw me to death or crush yourself to death? Let me get up, and I'll get you a towel." After saying that, Feng Bei wanted to get up straight away, and the hands on his waist that acted as shackles tried to repeat the old trick Sneak attack, but if you use this kind of trick once, you won't have a second chance. Fengbei landed on his feet in an instant and stood firm. He turned around and patted Tang Congyun's face in this awkward posture.

"Don't go, Xiaobei doesn't even want to seize a chance to take advantage of me?" The first half of the sentence was still a bit vague, but the second half of the sentence seemed to be cleared up a lot, and the tone was waiting for someone to dance.

"If you're not drunk, don't pretend to be garlic. If you don't know, you'll think you drank two big pots."

Fengbei finally saw that this person was full of bad things, but the person who showed his feet was not happy - the whiner turned half a circle, threatening to fall if he left.

"What do you want?" Feng Bei didn't leave as expected, he turned around completely, facing Tang Congyun, supported him with his hand and leaned down to wipe the tip of his nose.A pair of eyes that used to only appear in dreams were staring at him, and Tang Congyun couldn't help but increase his strength by two points.

Obviously not to the point of being drunk, he faced Feng Bei's question but forgot what to say for a moment, the alcohol rushed into his brain, and pulled him back to the sofa for the second time.

"hiss."

I fell on my back, but it hurts because of an old injury.Feng Bei frowned and hissed coldly... To be precise, it should be half a sound, and before the remaining half syllable was finished, Tang Congyun completely stopped him.After all the long and fierce kisses fell, Feng Bei moved towards his lower back, and pinched him hard before making him loosen a bit.

"Isn't it just a kiss? If you want it, I can't give it to you. Why are you so fierce?"

The low and hoarse voice wrapped his breath, and as soon as it got into Tang Congyun's limbs and bones, he rushed to the top of his head in a swell, and he thought vaguely: Maybe he is drunk now.

As soon as the fire burned, the time passed, and the two people separated by the veil were vulnerable to the scorching breath, and instantly turned into ashes/

But the fire didn't go anywhere, it just stopped at the second button.Tang Congjun's hand on the man's waist was probably overstretched, and it touched the damned old injury. The excruciating pain made Fengbei's muscles tense for a moment, and this short moment was still noticed.

"...I'm sorry." Tang Congyun seemed to have taken a sedative. He woke up from the wine all at once, stopped the movement of his hands in an instant, and sat on the person's body and handed him an apology.

"Why are you sorry, it's not your fault..."

Feng Bei just wanted to exaggerate the pain and "bully and bully" him, but he didn't expect that person to apologize endlessly, put his hands in the air for a long time and then waved his hands indifferently, he didn't care about the drunk, even if the drunk was pretending.

Mr. Don't Care's hand was strangled again before it could fall down, he looked over incomprehensibly and waited for a response, and under his extremely incomprehensible gaze, Tang Congyun almost squeezed out a word from his throat : "I want them to be cut into thousands of wounds."

Hearing this, Feng Bei's whole body trembled, he felt that he shouldn't be frightened by such fierce tongue skills, but for some reason, what Tang Congyun said now made people inexplicably terrified.

Sen Ran was afraid that he could only be regarded as a beast for a moment in front of the fierce god and evil himself. Feng Bei turned back to normal in an instant, patted Tang Congyun on the back, and said thoughtfully: "It's not a big deal, isn't it still panting?" , and there are no missing arms or legs."

Tang Congjun seemed to hear the key point from his words, a pair of scorching eyes stared at Fengbei's outline motionlessly, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug into his palms before he could blurt out the words and took a deep breath Try to be as tactful as possible: "You said a long time ago that you are not afraid of death. I admire your courage that you are not afraid of death today."

These words were obviously no longer in the category of joking or irony, Feng Bei touched his nose and was about to answer seriously, but unexpectedly the man took the conversation again.

He almost said to himself: "I have imitated you for nine years, but I can't learn everything. Maybe I was a coward from the beginning to the end, because cowards hate themselves the most."

"But it's nothing, cowards have ways of being cowards," Tang Congyun's gaze flickered and fell on Feng Bei again, and he said in an almost calm and desolate tone: "Xiaobei, you know how much I feel when they look at me." Are you afraid? But when I think of them standing behind me and using me as a backer, I dare not be afraid."

It's self-evident who they are, and they, as well as the words Tang Congyun uttered under the urging of a little alcohol, can stab Feng Bei's heart again and again.Tang Congjun looked at Fengbei, and seemed to be habitually not prepared to get any response, so he waved his hand casually:

"Forget it, what are you talking about to be unhappy at night, it's all gone in the morning when you wake up." He said, his hands had already touched Fengbei's body again, and picked up the wine madness that he hadn't finished playing with before.

Feng Bei half-closed his eyes and stared at him for a while. He watched Tang Congyun fight against the few remaining buttons on his body, but he couldn't untie them. Tang Congyun's hands seemed to be really drunk—after trying several times He tried it over and over again, but he couldn't open it once, and when he was finally about to give up and switch to violent dismantling, Fengbei suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Tang Congyun looked up at him in a daze, and then he put him down on the sofa. Fengbei's hands rested on his shoulders, creating a gap between the two of them.

His hair did grow.From such a perspective, Tang Congyun thought so, and took the initiative to lean over and want to leave a kiss on the lips.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Fengbei's raised hand again, and an index finger was erected on his lips, and turned close to two points. A face that used to only appear in dreams was magnified a hundred times and placed in front of Tang Congyun, but Fengbei said If it came out, it would not be so gentle and charming.

"You said you hated yourself, but in fact you hated me," Feng Bei paused at this point, observed Tang Congyun's gradually stagnant expression and gritted his teeth, "Isn't it?"

"Isn't that right?" Tang Congyun's head was hit, he was inexplicably upset, and almost instinctively gave a negative answer. After saying it, he realized that he had said panic again invisibly, as if in a long time , Lying and politeness have become his lifelong armor.

"No, how could it be, how could I hate you." Tang Congjun waved his hands quickly, but as he spoke, he felt some warm liquid slipping from the corner of his eyes, and he quickly wiped it with his hand, but when he wiped it, he felt uncontrollable It seems that the tear stains will only get bigger and bigger.

"Of course you have a reason to hate me. I have thrown all the burdens of the previous generation on you, and I have not said a word to fulfill my sense of mission." Feng Bei added fuel to the fire as if he could not die. , leaned down and pecked the person's lips twice, and raised his eyelids, "Am I right?"

"..." Tang Congyun lowered his head, clasped Fengbei's half-open skirt with his fingers, as if he was enduring something, and was so quiet that he could hear a needle fall clearly.

After a long while, Tang Congyun finally seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He pulled Fengbei past him with all his strength, and switched places with himself, but he carefully wrapped his arms around Fengbei's waist, not letting anything touch the old wound. The tied-up hair had been messed up by the toss just now, and the fallen strands brushed against Feng Bei's neck at such a close distance, making it tickle slightly.

"You're right...I just hate you. Are you satisfied with the answer? Xiaobei." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to hold back the excess emotion, but when he opened his eyes again, Those things that can be called thick and colorful have not disappeared at all, and it seems that they have returned in vain.

"Xiao Bei, I know you are very smart. Before, I couldn't say that I knew you best in the world. Now that Yi Nan is dead, this 'first understanding' should be mine." It’s very cowardly to think back, what would have happened if I had known you so well back then, would everything have been different.”