23. National tycoon

"I want to avenge my uncle and aunt. How about you?" Chu Feiyue stood on the rooftop of the top of the Guoan Building, overlooking the street below. It's too far away. People are smaller than ants and can't see clearly.

"Revenge..." The sister leaned against Chu Feiyue and looked up at the white clouds in the sky gradually dispelling the dark clouds. For a long time, she sighed faintly, "Yes, after signing for so many years, that person should have returned it. Let's go together. I'll come this time.

Chu Feiyue was stunned for a moment. Why did her sister do it herself this time?

"Because Xiaolian said, try to let you kill less. If my brother comes to do this, it can't be said that it's bleeding again, then I'll do it. My sister turned around and hugged Chu Feiyue with her hands. "Most of Xiaolian's words are right."

"..." Chu Lian once said that Chu Feiyue spent quite a long time atonement for those grievances who died in vain. Chu Feiyue didn't know why she wanted to atone for those useless souls, but since Chu Lian said so, there must be some truth in it. And if my sister comes to do it, she really won't see blood.

"Forget it, this man, I want him to die more artistically." Finally, Chu Feiyue shook her head and said, "Your fingers only need to play the music of the soul." Your music will always be pure and flawless.

The reverse running storm channel sucked two people in.

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A room on the sixty-second floor of Shangjing Yintai Center.

A ray of new light sprinkled in through the cracks of the curtains, and the bright gold thread was drawn diagonally in the room. The small dust and air slowly rotated, surrounded by a sleeping woman. There are a few shocking small pinholes on the woman Xuejie's arm.

The plasma TV opposite is paused on a *** slut picture. They slept after doing business and didn't like the noise of the TV. The underwear thrown randomly on the ground, all kinds of men's and women's sex machines, paper bags with white powder, needles, and drug-using utensils sprinkled all on the ground, and the whole house was rotten. Qi Guohao pushed away the woman next to him, sat up from **, and felt a headache like a curse.

He covered his forehead and frowned, and then he shook his drowsy head.

Uncle suddenly called him to find a place to hide, but he didn't tell him the reason. He even hung up the phone without saying where he was hiding. As the top red and rich second-generation dranking party in the capital, he must first have a detailed understanding of the situation of the surrounding forces. You know, a successful dage is not so good. It is not easy to not only have a good relationship with the dreads around you, but also to ensure that what you have done will not be inseparable and let things spread.

Especially when he is still an addict, it is even more difficult. Although my uncle's career has reached the peak, drug abuse is not a good thing after all, and he still has to steal it.

On the way here, he recalled what he had done recently over and over again. Two days ago, I fell in love with a pair of sisters and made people spend a lot of money to enjoy it in the hotel. The two women absolutely didn't know who gave them to them. A week ago, they drank with Qilianshan Hanbao and several people, and they clashed with a group of mercenaries from other places in the bar. The bodyguards around them had solved them. I don't know why; by the way, there was also the racing car a few days ago. It seemed that someone had been scratched by the car, but since it came from outside the city, there should be no background, and I couldn't catch my head...

After thinking about it, I still didn't think of who I had offended. I couldn't even provoke my uncle and my mother's Tuoba family. On the contrary, my head began to hurt again.

"Damn it!"

He scolded, smashed the pillow on the opposite wall, and knocked over the drugs on the small table. This kind of side effect after taking drugs will occur every time he wakes up for a few days. There is a psychedelic feeling out of reality in the air around him. His mouth is dry and weak, but he still can't resist taking drugs. The ultimate pleasure of that moment, one at a time, stepped into the door of the doomed road of no return. The sound of the air conditioner was "buzzing", as if it was in my ear, thirsty and dull, like a fly flying around. He reached out and patted it a few times, went to the window and opened the curtain. The rain washed the sky and the sky was particularly clear. The strong sunlight in made him more uncomfortable, and then pulled it up hard.

The time was 4:30 p.m. He looked back at the **** woman. He came here and was bored before he called. Zhang is very beautiful, but what's her name? She doesn't seem to say that it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just for survival. Sweetheart, cat, baby, it doesn't matter. Women, in such an end of the world, beautiful women who have no power to tie chickens want to continue to maintain their charming appearance. If they want to stay away from labor, they can only sell their bodies. There will always be people. They pay for their youth. These women are everywhere around him, how much they want, changing every day. In fact, I'm not picky. Sometimes I also sleep with ugly girls, and the next day I forget that some women have slept three or four times, just to let others feed them... It's not short of money!

When did you get addicted to drugs? It seems to be a few years ago. That time, the racing car killed a fat woman from the countryside. I remember that the woman had a child who had a relationship with Guoan, but she was still too weak and was finally crushed. Originally, I heard that the boy had a beautiful sister who didn't know what to do, and he wanted to play with. I didn't expect that they went directly to NJ, which was the territory of the Xiaohutuan. I couldn't use it, so I thought it was just a small episode.

But I didn't expect that since then, he would have nightmares every time he slept, dreaming that the old woman who was killed by him came to ask for his life, like a devil. At that time, life was really worse than death. I woke up without nightmares every day, and then I continued to sleep and was scared to wake up... I tried many ways to take sleeping pills, find a psychologist, and even find a mage monk to exorcise demons, but they were not easy to use. In the end, there was nothing he could do. He was withered. A friend recommended him to take some drugs. The friend was slapped by him, but he still took the bag of white powder. That night, when he was awakened by the nightmare again, he tried to take drugs for the first time, and the nightmare really disappeared. Since then, he has fallen in love with drug use.

But now, looking at the rows of dense scars on his arm will still make him so painful that it can't be attached.

He put on his shirt and covered the scars on his arm. He was only wearing a pair of trousers. He pushed the door and shouted, "Aunt Feng!" Looking at the railing on one side, I saw a servant fainting on the ground.

"Exessive...Exessive..."

He shook his head and muttered to himself. This is the sixty-second floor of the office building. It should be only him and the person he let in, but he saw a god with a sickle in his hand leaning on the door frame at the door. The door was open and a guard fell to the ground.

"Excessive... hallucinations..."

It's not that a similar situation has not appeared in the past few years. It's different every time, full of ominous. Either the dark space full of flesh and blood, or the bloody and anxious ruins, a demon drags him into hell and kills him again and again. Such a scene was repeated countless times, and he finally had resistance. At this time, he muttered and staggered: "I'm not afraid of you! You are an illusion... an illusion!"

The phantom of death turned around and looked at him. Qi Guohao also saw him. His young face was extremely clear. This was the first time he saw the face of Death in a nightmare.

"Qi Guohao, I've been waiting for you to get up for a long time."

He is an illusion...

Qi Guohao staggered through the aisle and saw the figure coming, holding a bottle of coke in his hand, and then fell on his head. The cold ** flowed down from his head, which made him excited all over. The foam gas rose, and the face looked at him indifferently. After a while, his wandering eyes finally condensed. He finally realized that this was not an illusion. He suddenly took two steps back and leaned against the wall.

"Ah! Who are you? Is it a human or a ghost!" He looked palely at the huge black sickle in Chu Feiyue's hand.

"It's not a ghost or a human being. It's the death that wants your life." Chu Feiyue opened her wrist and looked at her watch, "Are you awake?"

"Death? Why did you kill me! Where did I provoke you? Why are you pestering me!" Qi Guohao pressed against the wall and slowly moved back. He tripped over his feet, and he sat on the ground with a "poon" and rubbed the floor back.

"You have to pay back the debt. A few years ago, you killed Aunt Zhang and killed Uncle Zhang. Because of power, you escaped punishment, but now power can't save you, so please go to hell and look up to heaven, okay?"

Chu Feiyue's sickle was thrown, and the sharpest part was nailed between Qi Guohao's legs, and the curved blade was less than ten centimeters from the tip of his nose.

"Ah! You can't kill me, you can't kill me!" Qi Guohao screamed, got up on the ground with his hands and feet, and climbed the stairs to the 63rd floor. After climbing up the fifth level, the whole person slipped down again and wanted to climb up again, but Chu Feiyue had already come over and squatted in front of him. In an all-time moment, he ran out of strength. He looked at Chu Feiyue's cold face and subconsciously repeated: "You can't kill me, my mother, my father, my uncle... They won't allow it. They will retaliate on you... You can't kill me, you don't dare to kill me... You can't kill me... ·It will retaliate..."

These words murmured in his mouth, which was also to comfort himself. But he saw Chu Feiyue shaking his head, and his eyes were a little regretful and melancholy. Then he patted him gently on the shoulder, as if it were a painstaking comfort.

"Since you say so, I'll let them go down and stay with you..."

Then, the hand was put on his neck, and the darkness suddenly came.

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This chapter is suspected of partial plagiarism. If there is any similarity, please don't take it seriously. I really like this feeling...