Chapter 420

More than ten years?

The boss stares at him, "you, who are you?"

"Don't you remember?" Ying Hannian grabbed the braid on the back of his head and pulled it back. He looked at him with gloomy eyes. "Do you want me to help you remember?"

He said that Ying Hannian was going to pull out the dagger in front of him.

"No, no..."

The boss knelt on the ground and held the dagger. He looked at him in horror. He found that his eyebrows and eyes were a little familiar. He had been in the street of life and death for so many years, and his eyes were so fierce that he rarely saw them.

More than ten years ago, shouldn't he have been a teenager?

Teenagers?

The boss suddenly thought of a person with great fear, and his whole body was shaking, "cold? Are you cold? "

Only that child, it's not worth his life to cheat people. It's so fierce that adults are afraid.

Ying Hannian looks at him coldly. His thin lips evoke an evil radian. His eyes are cold and bloodthirsty.

"No, it's impossible. Aren't you, aren't you dead?"

The boss is not afraid, but with a ghost look at him, a trace of blood on his face is gone.

It's impossible.

How could this man be alive.

"I'm dead. Who's going to settle with you, eh?"

Yinghannian coldly pulled out the dagger in front of him and wanted to insert it.

The boss was so scared that he fell on the ground and kowtowed desperately, "spare me, spare me, cold! Give me a break

“……”

Rao?

Who spared his mother at the beginning? Neither the herdsman nor the boss has spared us. No one has spared us.

Ying Hannian's face was not touched at all. The bloody dagger was inserted into his hand which was pressed on the ground without hesitation. The boss's hand was punctured forcefully, and the dagger went directly into the stage floor.

"Ah -"

the dancers screamed more and more bitterly.

The boss fainted from the pain and put his hand on the floor.

Ying Hannian slowly stood up from the ground, took the wet paper towel from the bodyguard, and slowly wiped the blood stains on his hands. His eyes were cold.

"Cold?"

A voice of surprise came from the side. Ying Hannian looks sideways and looks cold. Two middle-aged dancers, wearing dirty and old dance skirts, come out from the backstage and stand under the stage to look at him carefully. It seems that they can't believe it. They both rub their eyes with exaggeration and constantly

explore what is on his face.

It's that look.

That child used to look like this every time he saw someone bullying him.

The two elderly dancers covered their lips and tears in their eyes. "It's really Xi's son, it's her son..."

The child is still alive.

“……”

Ying Hannian stood on it with thin lips and no warmth in his eyes.

……

There are insects flying under the energy-saving lamp.

Lin Yi sat on the bed without the slightest sleepiness. How could he be sleepy.

Not to mention that this is the bed where Ying Yongxi and Ying Hannian slept, just the noisy dance music from the direction of the dance hall is enough to make her uneasy.

It was so close to the dance hall that she could hear the music very clearly. After a while, the screams of the women broke the night sky.

Lin Yi covers his ears, and his teeth bite his lips.

But even so, she could hear the screams.

She didn't know what was going on. She didn't know if she could hear them every night on the street of life and death.

There should be cold years here, in fact, she is not afraid, is uneasy, very uneasy.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, like mu Ziliang's wheelchair bumping into something.

Lin Yi came down from the bed, opened the door and looked out. The light under the eaves was shining on the path outside. Ying Hannian was standing on the road, arguing with mu Ziliang. Suddenly, Ying Hannian kicked a nearby tree, grabbed mu Ziliang angrily, dragged him down from the wheelchair, pointed to the ground and yelled, "have a good look at this road, my mother died here! Do you know how much blood was shed here in those years? It's enough to drown you! "

Mu Ziliang was injured. He was not able to recover quickly when he was old, and now he was in great pain. "Well, I've been chasing Gao Ma all my life?" Ying Hannian clenched his collar and asked coldly, "when you get to this place, why do you give me such a face?"

Lin Yi stood at the door and watched, but did not step forward.

Muziliang was choked. He glared at Ying Hannian, "don't be too presumptuous. I'm your grandfather!" "Grandfather?" Ying Hannian laughed like he heard a huge joke. He pushed mu Ziliang away and stepped back a few steps. "Mu Ziliang, it's not up to you, let alone the herdsman, that I should be able to survive in this year! You didn't support me for a day, you knowI didn't let your son support me for a day! I was raised by my mother with dignity and pain

“……” Muziliang was pushed to sit on the ground. Hearing the speech, his face sank. "I didn't cause her suffering. Now you are blindfolded by hatred."

He just drove Ying Yongxi out of the herdsman, that's all.

The old man could have said such a thing.

Ying Hannian came to him, his eyes full of bloodthirsty light, he bit his teeth and said, "I hate you more than Lian man and Su Meining, do you know why?"

“……”

Muziliang was sitting on the ground, and the night wind made his body extremely painful.

Hate him more?

Why? Ying Hannian stooped to stand in front of him, stretched out his hand to wring his clothes in front of him, and said word by word, "you are the highest decision-maker of the herdsman. Everyone below depends on your face. At that time, as long as you say a word, even if it's just a word, my mother can't be reduced to such an end! You let it all go. What's the difference between you and yourself? "

"I..."

Mu Ziliang looked at Ying Hannian and couldn't refute a word.

"It's you who made my mother a prostitute for 15 years, and the most damned one is you!" Ying Hannian stares at him.

“……”

Mu Ziliang shrunk his body. He didn't know whether it was frozen or because of the rare fear in his life. He believed that Ying Hannian really wanted his life.

Ying Hannian strangled his clothes. Mu Ziliang was almost lifted up by him. His breathing became more and more difficult. He insisted on calmness and said, "Ying Hannian, what do you want?"

"What do you want? Do you want to die? "

Ying Hannian sneered, and his voice was very gloomy. A few seconds later, he released his hand, mu Ziliang fell forward uncontrollably, fell to the ground in a panic, raised his leg and kicked the wheelchair far away, with cold blood and heartlessness all over his body, "the old man has not seen the night of life and death street, has he? Enjoy it, have a good look at this section of the road, and have a good smell of the bloody gas that has been precipitated for more than ten years. "