Several gunshots broke the unique silence of the night, and a row of special forces suddenly ran out of the yard. They were wearing heavy modern military uniforms but their steps were exceptionally neat and light.
Someone immediately ran upstairs and reported the situation to Han Xuan.
Yan Xiaoyu was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Han Xuan gently pulled off his arm and placed it on the bedside. However, the next second the boy opened his eyes. Under the dim light, the boy looked a little hazy.
But his eyes exude a faint light that can attract the other person's attention in a second: "What's wrong?"
The voice had a strong nasal sound, but Han Xuan felt that he was becoming increasingly unable to let go.
He rubbed the ends of his hair and placed a kiss on his forehead: "Wait for me here obediently, and don't go out no matter what happens."
Yan Xiaoyu nodded obediently and saw Han Xuan hurriedly locked the door and walked out.
Walking down the spiral staircase, Han Xuan looked condescendingly at the two forces confronting each other downstairs. He raised the corners of his lips gloomily, but his voice was extremely penetrating: "My two dear brothers, it's already so late. Could you please come?
What’s the use of a humble house?”
Jin Shaoyang looked at him coldly, his usually expressionless face now filled with anger: "Give him back to me!"
Han Xuan raised his eyebrows and sneered: "He is mine, and he can only be mine."
Caesar snorted coldly and then quickly shot away a man in front of him: "That's not necessarily the case."
Han Xuan still smiled: "Do you want to stage a drama of a knight rescuing the princess?"
Jin Shaoyang suddenly raised his head and said expressionlessly: "It's a pity that I am his prince."
His voice was calm and calm, but it had a special penetrating power, so that even the murmurs of someone who was sleeping beside the bed upstairs could be clearly heard.
He opened his eyes but felt something was coming out of his chest. He rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.
There were constant arguments in the hall downstairs. He wanted to go out, but the door was locked tightly. After hesitating for a while, he opened the window and jumped out.
He fell to the ground and his leg was broken. But without any pause, Yan Xiaoyun resolutely crawled from the yard to the hall.
The people inside were already fighting, but apparently no one noticed him.
He looked at the door and finally saw the familiar face of Jin Shaoyang. In just a few months, the young man in his memory had become resolute and even a little vicissitudes of life...
Until this moment, he could still recall his noble and cool look when he first met Jin Shaoyang.
Shouldn't he be standing at the top with no expression on his face? How could he be put in such danger of a fight?
Yan Xiaoyu bit her lip and dug her fingers into the ground. The feeling of being at a loss became more and more serious...
But at this moment, someone suddenly grabbed him by the collar and picked him up.
He immediately raised his head and met Han Xuan's half-smiling face: "Xiaoyu, you are really naughty!"
The cold voice seemed to be back to the time when they first met, and Yan Xiaoyu shuddered subconsciously.
Seeing that Yan Xiaoyu just lowered his head and showed no reaction, Han Xuan gently held him in his arms, then walked to the stairs to declare ownership and said: "I have given 'empty' to you, but you still chased me.
Is there something unreasonable at home? Caesar, I am just like you now. I no longer have the hobbies I used to have, and I just want to hug the beauty and sleep well, so can you go back now? "
"he's mine!"
"He is also my choice!"
The two people spoke in unison and then stared at Han Xuan.
"But do you four think you can leave here alive? Let alone take Yan Xiaoyu away." Old God Han Xuan narrowed his eyes, and his narrow phoenix eyes seemed to exude a cunning light.
Jin Shaoyang smiled, then raised his head and looked at him, but he seemed a bit condescending: "Of course it's not just the four of us, the rest of the members of Kong and several elders of the Peaky Blinders are rushing here, even your people
They are all well-trained killers, but they can’t handle the crowd!"
Han Xuan obviously didn't expect that they could get the rest of the people to Japan. His expression changed subconsciously, but he quickly calmed down and still smiled casually: "Haha...could it be that you thought I
Are these the only people I have secretly cultivated in the past few years? You look down on me too much."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people in black suits rushed in. It was obviously difficult for the four of them to face nearly a hundred well-trained killers.
Yan Xiaoyu was held in Han Xuan's arms but her eyes were fixed on Jin Shaoyang...
Maybe Caesar and Youtian have long been accustomed to this life of fighting in blood, but he is different!
He's just a kid who hasn't graduated from high school yet. He wouldn't go to this extent for someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death. He really wouldn't do it...
Han Xuan looked at Yan Xiaoyu's side face and felt very angry, so he suddenly opened Yan Xiaoyu's cheek and kissed her fiercely. In the scene of fighting, they were kissing in this corner.
The kiss was cruel but overbearing. By the time Han Xuan let go, Yan Xiaoyu's lips were already swollen.
"You can only keep your eyes on me, otherwise you might as well go blind." The man holding him spoke fiercely, and his voice sent chills to the bones.
Yan Xiaoyu lowered his head and stared at the ground, listening to the sound of blood spraying in the air and falling to the ground. The strong smell of blood filled the tip of his nose. He was really afraid that those he cared about would be hurt.
I don't know how long it took, but reinforcements finally came over. Yan Xiaoyu heard many familiar voices. Yes, the brothers from the Yuhuo Gang had already rushed out!
There are also Wu Kong and Yi Xun.
Han Xuan obviously couldn't control the situation anymore. He hugged Yan Xiaoyu and wanted to leave, but Yan Xiaoyu started to struggle. So many people were fighting for his freedom, so he must not give up.
So his unbeatable Xiaoqiang spirit finally emerged. He grabbed the stair handle tightly and looked at Han Xuan pitifully: "Let me go."
When Han Xuan saw the longing look in his eyes, he suddenly felt something touched in his heart. Did he really want to escape from him?
"Xiaoyu, will you leave with me?" Even in the face of such a tragic situation, Han Xuan's voice almost drowned.
Yan Xiaoyu shook her head without any hesitation: "I beg you, please let me go, okay?"
Han Xuan took advantage of the situation and hugged him: "I will never be like before again, okay? I will be kind to you in the future, okay? As long as you leave with me, I will take you to see Sora Aoi, okay?"
Yan Xiaoyu looked at him expressionlessly: "No, I'm really tired of this kind of life, Han Xuan, I'm tired."
Yes, I am really tired, as if my whole body is about to fall apart. I look at this man's face every day and live sadly as a substitute for a dead person.
"Let him go!" Caesar walked over from the bloody road and stared at Han Xuan. For the sake of Yan Xiaoyu, he was willing to be a knight with a sword. Even if he had to fight through thorns, he still wanted to save the princess from the devil's clutches.
Rescued from the castle!
Han Xuan glanced at Yan Xiaoyu for the last time. It seemed that this battle had turned into an emotional battle, and the master was the thin and fragile-looking young man in front of him: "Xiaoyu, these days, you have really never been
Never liked me?"
Yan Xiaoyu shook her head without any hesitation: "Let me go, I am not Han Feng, and I don't want to become the second Han Feng."
"Very good." Han Xuan curled his lips, and then threw Yan Xiaoyu to the ground: "Climb out from here, and you can leave this place forever."
His arm hit the ground and became bruised, but Yan Xiaoyu didn't even look at it. Everyone stopped. Yan Xiaoyu staggered forward step by step, with a stubborn look on his face.
.
Jin Shaoyang watched Yan Xiaoyu crawl towards him and felt that his heart was about to break.
Why did the person he wanted to hold in his hands and love well be treated like this? Caesar also clenched his fist tightly. The last thing he wanted to see happened. They told Yan Xiao what Han Feng had suffered.
Yu's body was restored again, letting Yan Xiaoyu, the purest beam of light, fall into the darkness.
But fortunately, Yan Xiaoyu's mental quality is really strong. He didn't go crazy. He had already seen the dawn of victory.
It is such a dream to leave here... and go back to the past life.
Jin Shaoyang and Caesar both rushed towards Yan Xiaoyu, they wanted to save him! Save their princess!
Their small words should be smiling and exposed to the sun.
However, at this moment, Han Xuan raised his gun at Yan Xiaoyu, and then slowly pulled the trigger: "Even if you leave here, you will accompany me to hell."
He smiled and watched the bullet fly towards Yan Xiaoyu's head with great concentration, but he felt a faint feeling of excitement.
He thought he might be crazy to kill the person he loved most, but he really couldn't suppress the madness in his heart. He really couldn't stand the person he loved most leaving him and crawling towards other men...
..
Don’t you want to be with yourself like this? Then die with yourself...
Really, I can't let him go even to death...
He was so focused at this moment that he could even see the bullet getting closer and closer to the boy inch by inch, piercing the air bit by bit.
He has lost everything, so he must die with him!
Then he raised the pistol and shot himself in the temple.
Han Xuan fell down, but at that moment he saw Caesar running in front of Yan Xiaoyu and blocking the bullet.
Blood splashes were stained on his white shirt. Han Xuan's eyes widened in horror, and his face was covered in blood, like an evil ghost crawling out of the TV.
The sound of bullets penetrating a human body is dull, but also terrifying.
Yan Xiaoyu watched Caesar fall in front of him and subconsciously covered his face.
Han Xuan is dead, and so is Caesar...
That's how it ended.
Maybe it's absurd, but it's true.
Yan Xiaoyu's spirit has been stimulated to a certain extent since he saw Caesar die in front of him.
Jin Shaoyang held him in his arms, covered his eyes, patted his back and comforted him over and over again, his voice low and warm: "Xiaoyu, you are safe now, can we go home together? Except for you,
I do not want anything."
But Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help but tremble.
Jin Shaoyang carried him to his residence in Japan, then helped him take a bath, change his clothes, and cut his shoulder-length hair short.
However, Yan Xiaoyu said nothing.
Jin Shaoyang looked at the bruises left by Han Xuan on his body and felt particularly distressed. He looked at him and slowly said: "Does it still hurt?"
Yan Xiaoyu just shook his head but remained silent.
"Let's go back to City B and forget everything here, okay? I have disbanded 'Kong', and I will step up the efforts to clean up the gang after a while." After a long while, Jin Shaoyang said silently.
Yan Xiaoyu looked at him, his eyes still a little dull.
The whole person's thinking seemed to be fixed to that moment, the moment when Caesar died.
The abuse and despair he had received over the past few months kept impacting his heart, and then finally broke out in an instant.
He threw himself into Jin Shaoyang's arms and burst into tears. In these days, no matter how Han Xuan treated him, he never shed a tear.
But at this moment, he really collapsed. The string that had been stretched had been broken. He was like a lone goose that suddenly lost its direction, cold and numb and unable to find an exit.
And Jin Shaoyang was like the last light in the darkness, making him hug him tightly involuntarily.
Yan Xiaoyu was sobbing all over, and her back was shaking and she looked extremely pitiful.
Jin Shaoyang patted his back with some distress, comforting him over and over again: "Be good, Xiaoyu, don't cry."
The language is so pale but carries a warm power.
Yan Xiaoyu didn't know how to speak at all, and tears rushed out of her eyes subconsciously. All the abuse she had received in the past few months finally found an outlet.
The pair of blue water eyes that can be seen when you close your eyes, the coldness of the body that can be felt in sleep, Yan Xiaoyu has collapsed.
He could not accept Caesar's death, nor could he let go of the harm Han Xuan had done to him.
One of the scariest things in the world is that a person who keeps chattering suddenly becomes mute.
I don't know if he lost the function of speech, but Yan Xiaoyu became sluggish. Jin Shaoyang took him back to City B and invited experts from various places to treat him.
In the bathroom with a little mist, Jin Shaoyang stood behind Yan Xiaoyu and helped him wash his hair. The foam stained the young man's white, almost transparent skin, making it look even more delicate.
"Stop doing this, okay Xiaoyu? Do you know that my heart really hurts when I see you like this..." Jin Shaoyang stared closely at his side face, but Xiaoyu still
Poker face.
Jin Shaoyang forcibly broke his body, then pinched his chin and forced him to stare at him: "..........Stop punishing yourself, okay? Aren't you the most resistant to blows? Then
Just live well! Otherwise, wouldn’t Caesar’s sacrifice be in vain?”