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109 Our dark history in those years

Han Lingsu coughed twice to interrupt them and then turned his attention to Jin Shaoyang: "How is it? I have done what I promised you, what about you?"

Jin Shaoyang held Yan Xiaoyu's waist and stood up with an expressionless face, but still stared at the boy beside him: "I will accept your organization tomorrow."

Han Lingsu looked at the delicate young man next to him and raised the corners of his mouth with unknown meaning, then turned and walked out the door.

At this moment, the real Yan Xiaoyu was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling. Han Xuan came over and sat on the bedside and pinched his face: "What are you thinking about?"

Yan Xiaoyu's face was expressionless: "Teacher Cang=="

Han Xuan smiled and kissed the corner of his lips, then stretched out his hand to kiss his head ambiguously: "Tomorrow we will go to Japan."

Yan Xiaoyu was very excited: "Is it true?"

Han Xuan dragged him into his arms and hugged him tightly: "Do you like that woman so much? When you get to Japan, I will arrange for you to meet her first, as long as you behave."

"You're so kind." Yan Xiaoyu lay in his arms and her eyes were filled with pink stars.

Han Xuan reached into his pajamas and gently touched the tattoo he had made by himself: "I told you a long time ago, don't give out good guy cards randomly."

Yan Xiaoyu pursed her lips and lowered her head: "Well, you are indeed not good to me."

Han Xuan: "......"

Caesar finally chose to cooperate with Yang Xi, for no other reason than because he wanted to completely save Yan Xiaoyu.

However, when he arrived at Sky Island, Han Xuan had already left, but most of the people followed Han Xuan.

Then he got the shocking news that Han Lingsu had completely abdicated, and now the leader of the entire organization was Jin Shaoyang, who was not yet eighteen years old. He didn't like women, and he was always followed by a young man with delicate appearance.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he heard the news, he felt that the person should be Yan Xiaoyu, or even if not, he should be someone related to him, so he planned to stay for a few days and wait and see what happens.

Yang Xi slowly sat down next to Caesar with a goblet in hand: "I didn't expect that the underworld prince would be the young master of Kong! But where is Yan Xiaoyu now? Han Xuan shouldn't let him go so easily.

Leave it to Jin Shaoyang."

Caesar raised his head and glanced at him silently, then shrugged: "... Take it one step at a time, anyway... he must be mine."

Yang Xi raised the corners of her mouth and then raised her eyebrows: "You're really confident."

"But seriously, why do you know so much about Yan Xiaoyu?"

In fact, Caesar was very determined to cooperate with Yang Xi. God knows that when he saw this man, he actually wanted to kill him and let him die without a burial place. However, considering Yan Xiaoyu's safety, he could only

Able to suppress his murderous intention.

Yang Xi is still smiling. This person's facial features are very ordinary, and even make people feel a little forgettable: "I was actually there when you were in Lixin Middle School, but I played the role of a student. By the way, if you force

If anything, we should be even, because Wu Qin, my colleague was killed by you."

Caesar narrowed his eyes: "So Yan Xiaoyu is your teacher! This guy is really stupid, he didn't even notice when being stared at by two policemen!"

Yang Xi took a sip of red wine, then looked out the window, her eyes a little bleak, her dark eyes could not see the joy or sorrow: "...Actually, sometimes I can't understand it, maybe it's also a kind of happiness, isn't it?

?”

Caesar said nothing but nodded unequivocally.

In fact, the most cruel person is probably Yan Xiaoyu. He is not stupid, but he always pretends to be confused and does not think so much. However, such behavior will make a lot of eyes focus on him.

, and then they can't help but pay attention to him and protect him, even at the risk of everything they own.

However, in the end, people like Yan Xiaoyu could escape easily. Such a way of living is really too cruel, cruel to others and cruel to oneself.

He is so stingy that he doesn't give any emotion, doesn't think about it, doesn't think about it, doesn't love it...

At night, Caesar dressed in black and climbed up to the room where Jin Shaoyang was staying with a climbing rope. His light body was almost hidden in the night, but his blue eyes exuded a faint light, as deep as the sea.

It can attract everyone's attention in an instant.

He slowly pried open the window and ducked in.

Jin Shaoyang was lying on the bed. He had fallen asleep. His long eyelashes covered his eyelids, and he seemed to be peaceful. At this moment, the clone "Yan Xiaoyu" suddenly opened his eyes and hit Jin Shaoyang directly with his elbow.

The back of the neck, and the latter fainted without even humming.

"Yan Xiaoyu" stood up from the bed and straightened her pajamas. Her dark eyes reflected the moonlight and looked a little cold: "...What are you doing here?"

"Xiaoyu." Caesar subconsciously felt that something was wrong with the person in front of him, because there was some loneliness and sadness in those eyes that he couldn't understand, but when he looked at those eyes again, the boy opposite had already raised a habitual expression.

Smile: "Caesar, I don't want to stay here."

Caesar came over and slowly touched his cheek. The young man's fair face looked even more delicate and charming under the bright moonlight. Caesar felt that his whole body was about to collapse.

However, where he can't see, the eyes of the cloned boy "Yan Xiaoyu" are as cold as ice. He has all the memories of Yan Xiaoyu, but he is not Yan Xiaoyu, and he will not escape like Yan Xiaoyu.

Reality, so he must first choose a man who suits him. In his heart, Caesar is more suitable for him than Jin Shaoyang. After all, Caesar has more experience than Jin Shaoyang, and he is also more capable, dependent on the strong, and smart**

Everyone will probably do this.

But if it was really Yan Xiaoyu, he might not choose this way, because he always takes it one step at a time. Some people may think he is stupid, but at least that kind of life is not tiring.

Caesar put his arm around the young man's slender waist and stared at him closely. After not seeing him for several months, the man in front of him had lost a lot of weight and his face was a little tired. His blond hair had turned into pure black, making his whole face look pale.

Almost transparent.

He raised his hand and stroked his pale pink lips: "Would you like to stay with me?"

"Yan Xiaoyu" was obviously startled and nodded after a while.

Caesar was a little excited, but still a little helpless. He didn't know why Yan Xiaoyu, who was so disgusted with the same sex, suddenly agreed, but he soon felt relieved. Maybe the life here tortured him, and he knew that he was

What has happened here, so the more he thinks about it, the more distressed he becomes. He always thought that he would be safe. He really didn't expect that someone would get him here from City B by accident. If he could have predicted this earlier

, he will always guard him no matter what the cost.

Gently patting the young man's shoulder, Caesar pushed him into his arms: "...Baby, don't be afraid, I'll take you out of here, okay?"

The boy in his arms responded somewhat dullly and then suddenly raised his head: "I want to go to Japan, I want to see Teacher Aang!"

So it turns out that the clone is also a bit like the original person, and then Caesar laughed, and then he rubbed his hair: "After all this time, you still miss me so much!"

The young man raised his head proudly and narrowed his eyes: "She is my idol!"

Although he had never seen the woman named Sora Aoi with his own eyes, the influence and information of this woman's power existed in his mind, so Mr. Cloner was a little depressed.

Caesar dragged him to the window. Facing the moonlight, he could see the expression on the young man's face more clearly: "Baby, maybe you don't like me now, but I am very grateful that you gave me this opportunity. I will

I will give everything I have to make you happy."

The moonlight seemed to witness all this, and the corners of the young man's eyes suddenly became moist. Although he knew clearly that such tenderness was not for him, he still felt something in his heart. If he was a real person, instead of existing in the shadow of others,

, how great it would be if he also had a man like this to love.

So he suddenly started to get lucky again, maybe he was happier than the real Yan Xiaoyu, because he was no longer qualified to enjoy the happiness that Caesar brought him, and now all of it belonged to him.

"Yan Xiaoyu" grabbed Caesar's neck, stood on tiptoes and kissed him: "Don't leave me this time, okay?"

There were sparkling tears in his eyes. The young man looked at him pitifully. Caesar pursed his lips but felt more and more sad. It was more sad than when Han Feng died in front of him. Yes, it was all his fault.

He had been left behind last time, and all the pain he had suffered in the past few months was due to him.

"Yes." He lovingly tucked the hair from the young man's forehead behind his ears: "Baby, I will never abandon you again, not in this life."

He hugged him and left the villa. The bodyguards outside had been dealt with by Yang Xi who came with him.

Seeing Yan Xiaoyu, Yang Xi suddenly smiled: "Does Teacher Yan still plan to teach physical education in the future?"

Mr. Clone's mouth twitched, but he looked disdainful: "I'm not a teacher, I'm a gangster. Who are you to dare to mention my brother's dark history?"

"I'm the sports committee member!" Yang Xi raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smile.

However, the next second Mr. Clone screamed out in surprise: "...I relied on you to learn how to change faces?"

Caesar sneered, then patted the young man on the head: "My dear, you still haven't watched enough Chinese martial arts movies, otherwise how could you forget the 'human skin mask'?"

Mr. Clone groaned: "Don't underestimate me, I also used this kind of thing back then."

Therefore, black history really cannot be mentioned! You don’t care if you have actually experienced it personally!


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