Huh~ Yuan Li was stunned when he heard this sentence?
I'm very...like her?
"Who do I... look like?" Yuan Li asked cautiously, curiously and complicatedly.
"An old friend." Chen Zongheng's eyes were deep, he raised his glass and took a sip of red wine.
Grape wine, bitter and sweet.
It was like how he was feeling at this time.
An old friend?
Yuan Li's mood was a little complicated, and he subconsciously asked, "Is it a woman?"
Chen Zongheng's eyes were deep and he nodded.
He continued to drink, and the strong alcohol entered his throat, mixing it with countless loneliness.
That young and immature back.
That pretty figure in military uniform... finally became a memory in his mind.
A scene I never dare to recall again.
At this time, Yuan Li, who was sitting across the dining table, was also... somewhat complicated.
She vaguely understood.
Why would Mr. Chen help him?
Not...because of myself.
But... because... I look a lot like the same person?
Yuan Li's mood was inexplicably complicated...with a hint of bitterness.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Yuan Li hesitated and asked cautiously.
This time, Chen Zongheng did not answer.
Instead, he drinks by himself.
Finish one glass and pour another.
He almost drank the whole bottle of red wine by himself.
"So... are they childhood sweethearts?" Seeing that he didn't answer... Yuan Li cautiously asked again.
‘Clang.’ The tall wine glass in Chen Zongheng’s hand was suddenly crushed into broken glass!
Countless red wine liquid stained his right hand.
Glass shards pierced the skin of his palms, mixing with scarlet blood.
His entire palm was dyed red.
Yuan Li's pretty face turned pale, and was frightened by his reaction.
"Mr. Chen...your hand..." Yuan Li was anxious and hurriedly picked up a tissue and stepped forward to help him treat the wound.
But he was pushed away by Chen Zongheng.
"No problem."
Chen Zongheng replied indifferently. He took out a square towel and slowly wiped off the blood and red wine on his palms.
His breath was calm and elegant, and the way he wiped away blood stains gave people the illusion of a trance... He looked like a vampire.
And not human beings.
Yuan Li's beautiful eyes were complicated. Looking at him like this, he didn't know what to do.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Yuan Li apologized cautiously.
If it weren't for his own words, Mr. Chen would not have crushed the wine glass, causing the palm of his hand to be cut.
"Nothing to do with you."
Chen Zongheng's voice was cold and he slowly spoke out four words.
He lit a cigarette, and then... sat at the dining table, cut a piece of cream cake to himself, and began to enjoy the cake.
It seemed that only the act of eating cake alone could conceal his inner anxiety at the moment.
After hearing the words 'childhood sweetheart', Chen Zongheng's heart was already in chaos.
The living room seemed a little quiet.
Chen Zongheng sat there, eating the cake quietly.
For the God of Death, there is always only smoke and wine.
His life is only bitter and dry.
He never eats sweets.
Because a killer's taste buds must not be covered by sweetness.
The sweetness will affect the killer's sensitivity to the smell of blood.
The sweet taste will make the killer's nerves... become hesitant.
Sweetness is addictive and makes people naive.
Chen Zongheng never eats sweets.
But tonight, for the first time, he enjoyed this cream cake.
Yuan Li clasped his hands tightly and sat aside, looking at this man with complex and curious eyes.
Watch him eat quietly.
This scene seems a bit quiet.
"Sir..." After hesitating for a long time, Yuan Li suddenly spoke softly.
"Can you... teach me kung fu?" Yuan Li hesitated and begged cautiously.
When she said this sentence, her little head... was bowed very low, as if she was afraid that Chen Zongheng would be angry.
Chen Zongheng was also slightly stunned.
His eyes were calm and slowly glanced at her.
"I don't know kung fu." Chen Zongheng lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.
"I only know how to kill people."
His answer was very calm...as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.
He is a god of death and never practices kung fu.
Kung Fu is for fighting.
And what he knows is killing skills!
Hundreds of thousands of killing methods and techniques, like a torrent... all gathered in his mind.
Year after year of life and death training has turned him into a living killing machine.
When he heard Mr. Chen's words... Yuan Li's pretty face paled slightly and she was a little stunned.
Only...kills people?
this.
But Yuan Li hesitated for a long time, then raised his little head, his beautiful eyes were firm and stubborn, and said seriously, "I...I want to learn. I want to protect myself."
Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and he glanced at her lightly.
A weak and boneless body, 167cm tall, with normal pupil vision...but this kind of body cannot withstand training at all.
"Your body can't bear it."
Chen Zongheng cut off all possibilities with a single word.
"I can learn and I can bear it!" Yuan Li's pretty face was complex and she looked at him stubbornly, "I want to give it a try."
Chen Zongheng stared at Yuan Li with cold eyes.
He suddenly saw a hint of... completely different stubbornness in this girl's eyes.
That can be called sharp.
How could such a look appear in such a fragile body?
‘Zheng!’ A metallic groan suddenly roared past.
From Chen Zongheng's right hand, a terrifying silver-shaped blade suddenly appeared.
The silver blade is three feet tall, has a ferocious shape, and is covered with barbs.
Its name is Devil May Cry!
Cars are like running water and horses are like dragons.
When God sees it, the ghost sees it and weeps!
"Whoosh!" The Devil's Weeping Silver Blade cut through the void and suddenly... hovered in front of Yuan Li's snow-white neck.
The sharp silver blade had already touched the skin of Yuan Li's neck.
The moment the blade touched her skin, it had already cut her superficial skin.
Just a hair's breadth, and blood can be seen.
At this moment, Yuan Li's beautiful pupils... contracted slightly. His long and narrow eyelashes trembled slightly in panic and panic.
Seeing Yuan Li react like this.
Chen Zongheng's face condensed slightly!
this.
Just a second ago, he took out a sword with his right hand, the Devil's Crying Silver Blade, which almost broke the speed of sound, and struck Yuan Li's neck in a flash!
Carrying terrifying murderous intent, enough to shock any mortal!
Can.
This girl in front of me...but?
She still stood there calmly.
Except for the slight twitch of her eyelashes...she didn't even twitch her eyelids?
this!
This made Chen Zongheng unbelievable.
He has gone through countless trials of life and death before he can do it... without fear of danger when the knife is close to him.
But, the girl in front of me... is just a little girl who has never experienced blood rain.
How could she...?
‘Zheng…!’ Devil May Cry’s silver blade suddenly retracted.
However, it was not sheathed.
"Reach out." Chen Zongheng stared at her with cold eyes and said.
Yuan Li's pretty face was slightly stunned, a little dull, and she cautiously stretched out her hand.
Chen Zongheng signaled and she put her jade hand in front of the dining table.
Then, the Devil May Cry Silver Blade... turned into an arc and stabbed hard at Yuan Li's jade hand!