Hei Hao was drowsy for a long time, and his consciousness seemed to be pressed under the water, floating and falling, unable to wake up.

He saw a seven or eight-year-old boy standing in front of him, under his thin bangs, the innocent child's eyes revealed a gloomy and dullness that was incompatible with it. In front of him was a huge primeval forest.

He saw his father throwing a submachine gun in front of him, his tall body almost blocking the sunshine in front of him.

"Go to the opposite side. I'll be waiting for you across the forest."

Then, everyone left, and the boy cried, but he didn't dare to disobey, and ran into the forest.

This time, it took him a month to come out, and he was sent to the United States for psychological counseling after he came out.

As the picture turned, there was a bowl of delicate glutinous rice balls in front of his sight, which was fragrant. As soon as he was about to pick up the spoon, he was slumped to the ground by his father Duanzhou behind him.

The man looked at him with a gloomy face: "Hao, you have been eating this kind of dumpling for three days. We people from the Hei family cannot have something that they particularly like, do you know?"

When he was young, he opened his mouth and looked at the dumplings lying on the ground. He started crying silently, but was driven out by his father's disgust.

Extreme training and a cold worldview have cultivated him now.

When he saw that the only mother he cared about was dead, he left the house without any nostalgia.

Eight years of experience until I met that woman...

"Bang--!"

A gunshot rang in his ears, and Hei Hao suddenly felt cold. He felt a cold liquid coming into his nostrils, flooding his consciousness...

Is it sea water?

"Ahem—"

"Ah, Master, Mr. Hei has woken up!"

Someone was chirping in his ears, and Hei Hao tried to open his eyes, but his chest felt like it was torn apart, and he couldn't help but snorted.

"Hao, what do you think?"

The blurred silk thread looked at his man worriedly in front of him. Hei Hao recognized that even if this man treated him coldly in the dream, his father.

A hint of boredom appeared in his eyes. Hei Hao tried to sit up, and when he pulled his arm, he implicated the wound. Zhang Junyan immediately wrinkled.

"Don't, you just finished the surgery and lay down first."

Hei Tian looked at him nervously, with some white hair on his forehead.

After hearing Hei Hao's injuries these days, he had almost nothing to eat and was older, and looked haggard.

"Why are you like this?" Hei Hao frowned, looked at Hei Tian's appearance as if he had turned white all night, and said with some disgust.

"It's not because of you, a stinky brat!" Hei Tian's eyes were slightly wet, and he patted Hei Hao's face, "You have been out for so many years and are still so useless, why are you beaten back like this!"

Hei Hao frowned and said, "Don't worry."

Hei Tian opened his mouth, looked at Hei Hao's gloomy face, sighed, and said nothing.

Someone outside the door heard the movement and opened the door and came in.

The man had flax hair, his eyes were as bright as ice, his skin was as white as snow, but he looked very inhumane and cold.

He was wearing white gloves on his hand. When he saw Hei Hao woke up, he walked in, pressed Hei Hao's chest with his hand, and grinned in pain, he sneered coldly: "I deserve it."

Hei Hao collapsed on the bed, unable to move, and stared at him fiercely, "I haven't seen you for a few years, you are so brave, Ah Qing."

Lian Qing went abroad for ten years and had his first surgery when he returned to China was actually a friend. He looked at Hei Hao with light eyes, and his lips, which were very light, raised slightly: "Useless guy."

Hei Hao stared at him and smiled helplessly: "Your mouth is still so poisonous."

He had just struggled back from the line of life and death, but now he was tired when he spoke when he was talking. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he seemed to be asleep.

"As long as the bullet is still a millimeter close to your heart, I probably can't save you." Lian Qing said lightly, walked to the side and picked up a tube of nutritional needle, and stabbed it in Hei Hao's arm. "That person's skill is really good."

Hei Hao opened his eyes slightly widened when he heard this, and looked at him with some surprise: "Good skills?"

"The technique of using guns is really amazing." Lian Qing lowered his eyes and looked at Hei Hao in surprise, and his colorless lips gently raised, "In other words, that person didn't really intend to kill you."

“…”

Hei Hao's godless eyes almost lit up in an instant, Lian Qing laughed and said, "Hao, look at your stupid look, I really don't want to admit that I know you."

"What do you know?" Hei Hao lay on the bed with his mouth slightly raised, "I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep, you go away."

Lian Qing looked at Hei Hao and whispered: "But even if that is the case, that person dares to hurt you, and I can't spare her..."

The cold tone made his light-cold eyes look extremely cold.

Hei Hao opened his eyes in an instant, his eyes as lightning: "Aqing, don't worry about my business."

Lian Qing glanced at Hei Hao, snorted coldly, turned around and left with a cold poker face.

Hei Hao had a headache. Although that boy was cold, he was more concerned about his friends than anyone else.

He is really a little worried now that Lian Qing will go to find trouble for Xia Xun...

"Hao..."

Heitian sat aside, looked at Heihao, and sighed.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Hei Hao suddenly became impatient.

Hei Tian looked at Hei Hao quietly: "You should recognize it now, right? Xia Xun doesn't have much affection for you..."

"What do you know?" Hei Hao sneered and interrupted him, "You don't have to worry about my business."

He said this sentence several times today.

Hei Tian said with a faint smile: "After all, she is your sister. If you continue like this, she will definitely kill you with one shot."

Hei Hao curled his lips: "Don't worry."

"Hao, you are my son and she is my daughter. I will never allow you to do such a ruthless thing!"

Hei Hao had a headache, looked at Hei Tian and threw out the important news.

"I forgot to tell you. Her and I, my son, is already five years old."

“…………”

Hei Tian opened his mouth and looked at Hei Hao blankly, speechless for a while.

"You...you...you...sincere son!!"

Hei Hao closed his eyes and went to bed as if he couldn't hear it.

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Chapter completed!