"My life is over!" A voice that sounded like a pig's howl sounded, and Ximen Qing was beaten to death by Wu Song. "Bah, your mother, you actually killed my elder brother and got involved with my sister-in-law Pan Jinlian and became a traitor! I can't help but beat you to death. Damn, I haven't tasted Pan Jinlian. You are the first to die!"

Ximen Qing, a coquettish official, was beaten to death by Wu Erlang. i^n years later, time was frozen in 2525. In a luxurious villa, it was magnificent. In the living room, a 60-year-old man wearing sunglasses was sitting on a jade chair, smoking imported cigars and spitting smoke rings. In front of the old man, five people in suits and ties stood left and right, with their heads hanging down.

"What the hell are you all doing? Ah? The Qinglong Gang is not a nursery. You take my own things and eat them. Now Qing'er is secretly injured. You don't know?" The man took a cigarette, stood up, took off his sunglasses, and cursed: "Is it easy for you guys to raise you? Now I can't even find out this matter."

Ten people knelt down, kowtowed, begging for mercy, and said, "Gangmaster, the person who secretly hurts the young master is really hidden. We tried our best but found no clues. I guess this person is not from Beijing."

"Mazi, the rules of the Qinglong Gang, you should know that no one can change the things I decided. Go down and check it for me. If you can't find it, don't get back. If there is no news within three days, you will be able to stop it!"

After saying that, the old man walked away with a cigar in his mouth, walked towards the elevator, came to the elevator door, reached out to take out a purple crystal card from his arms, gently stroked a deep groove at the entrance of the elevator door, and walked closer.

Ten people knelt for a long time, and after a while, they stood up one after another, sighing, "Brother Mazi, what do you think about this?" The person who spoke was very thin, and his face looked like a skeleton-like face was as pale as it looked. It was like excessive indulgence.

"What do I think?" Mazi thought for a long time, shook her head and said, "Everyone knows that the gang leader's temper is like killing without blinking. Now that the young master is injured, the gang leader is already angry. The gang leader is old and has a son. How much he cares about the young master. If we can't find out the murderer, we will wait to die!"

"Damn, who the hell wants to kill the young master? Do we think our Qinglong Gang is a decoration?"

"Let's go, we must find this slut even if we dig three feet into the ground."

"Yes, use all the power of the Qinglong Gang to check all hotels and entertainment venues in northern Beijing."

"Let's go, damn, I don't believe it anymore, living people can fly."

Ten people left the villa with one word and another. i^ drove in a luxurious sports car in different directions.

"Young Master, you're awake, I'm scared to death! Master, you're awake, you're awake." In a luxurious room, a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old looked at the boy lying on the bed and opened her eyes, sobbed with joy, and then hurried out to the door.

"Where is this?" The boy sat up slowly, looked around, confused. Didn't I be killed by Wu Erlang? What's the place here?

In the room, various famous paintings were hung on the wall, such as Qi Baishi's shrimps, Xu Beihong's horses, and even Tang Yin's pens and inks. Around the room, rare treasures were placed one by one on jade racks. The boy looked around and his mind was in chaos.

"Qing'er, you're awake!" An old man looked at the boy on the bed kindly, walked over quickly, touched the boy's forehead, looked at the boy's chest, and said kindly: "Qing'er, how do you feel now?"

"Who are you?" asked the boy, "Where is this?"

"I am your father Ximen Chao, you are my son Ximen Qing, don't you remember?" Ximen Chao's eyes were straight. Could it be that his son was stupid? He didn't even recognize his father?

"Are you my father? I am your son?" Ximen Qing pointed to Ximen Chao in front of him and suddenly said, "Take it aside, what a joke, my father has long died! Where is Wu Song? I want to fight him!"

It was over, his son was really stupid. Ximen Chao was crying, "Qing'er, I am really your father. Do you still remember your favorite eating spicy hot pot? Do you still remember your favorite singing the song above the moon? Do you still remember her?"

Ximen Qing looked along Ximen Chao's fingers and saw a girl like a flower.

The girl was wearing blue denim shorts, black lace wrapped in a pair of sexy legs, and pink short sleeves on her upper body. Between the two full fruits, there was a deep trench, seductive eyes. The girl was permed with orange curly hair, curved eyebrows, and beautiful nose and teeth. She was full of beauty.

Ximen Qing stared at the girl's chest with his eyes straight, swallowed a hard time, and said, "What is Malatang? What is above the moon? I don't remember her, I only remember Pan Jinlian!"

"Entertainment father, it seems that Qingdi really doesn't remember it. Xueer guessed that it might be that he was hit in the brain by a blunt object, causing shock, and thus losing his memory. Adoption father should not worry, amnesia can be short-term and long-term. Look, although Qingdi doesn't remember some things, isn't it okay for people to be alright?"

"Xue'er, the adoptive father is incompetent and has not protected Qing'er well." Ximen Chao wiped away the tears from his face and said, "If Qing'er's mother had known her, could her uncle still live? Qing'er's mother left early, and her adoptive father was ashamed of Qing'er for so many years."

"Old man, why are you crying?" Ximen Qing's eyebrows furrowed and said, "Which era is this Song Dynasty? Who is the emperor today?"

"Xue'er, look, is Qing'er really stupid?" Ximen Chao looked at Ximen Qing with distress, and tears kept flowing out.

"The adoptive father, after losing his memory, it is normal for a period of time to think randomly. The adoptive father must take good care of his body so that he can find out the murderer who hurts Qingdi."

When Ximen Chao heard this, he stopped crying, stood up and said, "Damn, I, Ximen Chao, I, will destroy your whole family and dig your ancestral grave! Your mother is a comparison!"

"The adoptive father is more open-minded. I believe that the brothers in the gang have already started searching around."

"Well, Xue'er, you have a chat with Qing'er. Your adoptive father went to the gang." Ximen Chao took out the phone and pressed a number, "Second, someone wants to hurt Qing'er. Now Qing'er has lost her memory. I'll gather people from the gang. I'm going to flatten Beijing!" After hanging up the phone, Ximen Chao hurriedly left the room.

On the bed, Ximen Qing looked at the phone number Ximen Chao took out, and his face was puzzled, "Miss, can you tell me what the old man just took out?"

"I am your godsister, Ximen Chuxue, not a lady!" Ximen Chuxue stepped forward a few steps, put his legs on his face, sat by the bed, pointed his finger at Ximen Qing's forehead, and said, "Don't call me Miss in the future, by the way, Brother Qing, who was you injured?"

Ximen Qing thought for a while and said sadly: "I was killed by Wu Erlang. My sister-in-law Pan Jinlian and I became a traitor and killed Wu Dalang. As a result, Wu Song learned that he beat me to death with a punch and kick, but I wondered, why am I alive again? Where is Pan Jinlian? Is she dead?"

Ximen Chuxue looked at Ximen Qing on the bed and smiled, "Hehe, brother Qing, don't pretend anymore. The adoptive father is not here, you'd better not act there. Why? Even my sister wants to cheat me?"

"I was really beaten to death by Wu Erlang!" Ximen Qing looked up at Ximen Chuxue in a daze and said, "Why are you wearing so little? It's great!"

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