double win

"Ask...why ask this?" While talking, Manzarella turned away from looking at his nephew Jiuzhi who was also lying down, and some suspicious red clouds appeared on his handsome face at some point.

"It's okay, just asking casually." Jiuzhi said, his black jewel-like eyes glanced at Manzarella who turned his head away.

Why don't you turn your head away, is it because you don't want to answer me or is there really something to hide from me?Are you afraid that I will know?

"Oh..." Unconsciously, he was a little disappointed, he thought Jiu Zhi would continue to ask.

Huh?Why do you think so?Why do you expect Jiu Zhi to continue to ask, he is not like this usually.

Sneaking a peek at Jiu Zhi with bright black eyes, seeing Jiu Zhi's handsome face similar to that person's, they are surprisingly similar, worthy of being father and son.

They all looked alike, with black hair, black eyes, and the same handsome and soft faces.

Two years, how is he?Will he grow more handsome?Will it be the same as Jiuzhi, the same as Jiuzhi... Manzarella looked at Jiuzhi with deeper eyes.

Jiuzhi, Jiuzhi, Kase, Kise, Kise, Jiuzhi, the figures of the two gradually overlapped until they combined into one figure. Is that person Kise?

Seeing "Huase" with a gentle smile in front of him, Manzarella stretched out his hand unconsciously. Slowly, Manzarella's hand touched the face of "Huise", gently stroking, the face It has a tender feeling on it.

"Uncle..." Jiuzhi called out suddenly, interrupting Manzarella who was caressing his face and thinking of another person.

"Uncle!" Jiuzhi shouted again.

"Wh... what? Jiuzhi." Manzarella woke up from the memory, suddenly reacted, and quickly left Jiuzhi's face that resembled that person's.

what happened to him?How could he touch his nephew Jiuzhi's face? He remembered that it was Huse's. Did he confuse them?

"Uncle." Jiuzhi grabbed his uncle's hand away from his face and held it tightly.

Seeing Jiuchi tightly grasping his hand, Manzarella was in disbelief for a moment, and then was replaced by annoyance and resistance, "Let go!" He hated people touching him, not even his nephew.

Since when did you hate it?It was probably the day when Huise was let go back. No one else in this world could touch him except Huise. If someone else touched him, he would kill that person.

"Uncle, if I don't let that go, what will happen to you?" Jiuzhi sat up, but did not loosen his grip on Manzarella's wrist.

"Do you want to kill me?" Jiuzhi approached Manzarella slowly, until he touched the tip of Manzarella's nose, Jiuzhi stopped. Jiuzhi stared at Manzarella closely, even Manzarella Jiuzhi could also hear the sound of Leyla's breathing and Manzarella's strong heartbeat.

"Do you want to try?" Manzarella smiled evilly, looking at Jiuzhi's bewitching purple eyes revealing the killing intent eager to try.

"Will you kill me?" Jiuzhi slowly touched the skin of Manzarella's face with one hand. If this is an opportunity to touch his uncle, then he is willing to try it. He is betting, taking his life I was betting whether my uncle would kill him.

After all, he was irritated by Jiuzhi, and I saw Manzarella holding back his boundless anger and the disgust of being touched by Jiuzhi, and said in a low voice: "Take your hand away, or don't blame me for really killing you!" You, even if you are my nephew."

"Will Uncle do?" Kuchi approached Manzarella's soft lips.

"Do you think I will?" While speaking, Manzarella activated his magic power to conjure up a military dagger, and stabbed at Jiuzhi's chest.

Already anticipating what Manzarella was going to do, Jiuzhi pushed Manzarella aside and dodged to the side, his bright black eyes began to become deeper and deeper.

He was not joking, he would really kill himself, Jiuzhi's black eyes were fixed on the dagger in Manzarella's hand.

"Get away!" Manzarella's cold voice sounded.

"Uncle, I want to ask you a question." Jiuzhi approached Manzarella.

Manzarella threw the dagger to the floor, sat on the edge of the bed and raised his long, straight legs, "Speak."

"If it was my brother Matsuzaka Shangichiro who touched you today, would you kill him like you were going to kill me just now?" Jiuzhi's warm breath lingered in Manzarella's ears.

Do you know?uncle.

Manzarella hesitated, not knowing how to answer his nephew Jiuchi's inexplicable and angry words.

"Answer me, Uncle." Jiuzhi squeezed Manzarella's thin chin angrily.

Uncle, how can you not answer that?You shouldn't hesitate!

Knocking down Jiuzhi's hand pinching his chin, Manzarella said coldly: "No." He would not kill that nephew who loved him and was a bit willful, no, for him, Matsuzaka Shangichiro The position in his heart is different, Matsuzaka Shangichiro is a very important existence.

"Really? Even Matsuzaka Shangichiro is Clive Ram's son." Suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart, Jiuchi tried to stir up Manzarella's hatred for his father.

Dad, I'm sorry, I used you as my bait to lure my uncle into being fooled.

"So what? I don't care whose son he is, Xiaosong is still Xiaosong, and he is still my nephew." Xiaosong is still his alone.

"Oh...so it turns out that uncle has a crush on his nephew!" Jiuzhi lay on the bed and pushed Shangichiro Matsuzaka who had been pretending to be asleep and eavesdropping on their conversation.

This brother, but has been eavesdropping on that!

"what?"

"Jiuzhi, what are you talking about? Jiuzhi?" He wanted to ask Jiuzhi who closed his eyes and fell asleep, but Manzarella was thrown into his arms by a familiar little figure who rose up beside him.

"Xiaosong?" It turned out to be Xiaosong.

"Master Uncle, I'm so touched, I didn't expect...I didn't expect that my position in your heart is so important." Matsuzaka Shangichiro's tears fell down.

Just now, he overheard the conversation between his uncle and his younger brother. When his uncle said he would not kill him and that he was a special existence (although he didn't say it to his face), he was so excited that he almost jumped on his uncle.

"Uh... yes." Manzarella hugged his nephew tightly, and gently wiped the tears from his nephew's face.

While comforting his nephew, he thought, he didn't seem to say that he was very important to him, nor did he say that he was a special existence.

On the other side, Jiu Zhi, who was asleep with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and his deep black eyes were fixed on the two very close uncles and nephews. For him, this scene always felt too dazzling.