Red waist breaking line

As he said that, Zhang Ziliu stretched out his hand and picked up Zhang Qingduan's braid, leaned over in front of him and said with a smile, "One day, you will grow old and I will grow up. Finally, this day has come."

Zhang Qingduan's eyes were almost protruding: "You...you think you can get everything if you kill me?" He stretched out his finger and pointed at Lang Yan tremblingly: "If you have the ability...you even killed him? Do you think... Do you think he will not report on you? Dreaming..."

Zhang Ziliu grabbed the handle of the knife and sent it forward fiercely, completely cutting off Zhang Qingduan's life.

Leaving Zhang Qingduan behind, he immediately ran to Lang Yan, and couldn't wait to untie Lang Yan's body, with a concerned expression on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm late, you have suffered."

His blood-stained face dangled in front of Lang Yan, and Lang Yan screamed in fright.Zhang Ziliu hurriedly covered his mouth and warned: "Don't make a sound...I'm doing this for you."

Lang Yan's eyes filled with tears, he whimpered several times, and dared not speak.Zhang Ziliu thought he was obedient, so he let go of his hand and said, "Don't be afraid. It's safe now."

Lang Yan trembled: "Safe...? Do you think I will believe you?"

Zhang Ziliu sighed: "It's all my fault, I'm too cowardly. If I had known that my father treated your family like this, I wouldn't have... Anyway, it's my fault, it's all my fault, okay?"

Lang Yan smiled wryly and said, "Stop acting. The reason why you are doing this is only for Li Wangling."

Zhang Ziliu persuaded: "Yan, I know I'm sorry for you. But you can't blame me entirely. My father kept me in the dark, and your temperament changed drastically... No matter how smart I am, I'm just a soft-hearted person... …I’m a man, so I’m inevitably proud. You hate my family in your heart, and you don’t have the gentleness and compassion for me before. Can’t I be angry? The more you treat me badly, the more I torture you... Hey, it’s all my fault. Now I'm killing your enemies for you, no matter what, you shouldn't blame me anymore. Let him go with the wind for everything yesterday, okay? We are still friends, no, we will be the same as before... Isn't it okay? "

Lang Yan squinted his eyes, and looked into his eyes through the tears—those eyes were as sincere as water.

"Same as before?" Lang Yan said softly, "The past is the past, so what's the same?"

Zhang Ziliu smiled gently, and took his hand: "Okay, okay, what you said is right, then let's not care about the past, let's just look at the future, okay?"

Lang Yan suddenly chuckled: "Let me ask you a question, you answer honestly. If your answer satisfies me, I will consider it."

Zhang Ziliu nodded and said, "Okay, you can ask."

Lang Yan raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said, "Are you planning to let me decipher the map for you?"

Zhang Ziliu's eyes moved slightly, as if hesitant, but in the end he said, "If you don't want to, of course I won't force you. But...you heard it just now, we are not the only ones who know about this, the Red Waisted Army is far away, There is Wen Dunhetu recently... If they take the lead, not to mention myself, you will be the first to suffer. They are all wolves who are desperate for money. It doesn’t matter if I die, but if the loved ones hurt the enemy , Yan, are you willing?"

Lang Yan's gaze gradually turned frosty: "...Of course not."

Zhang Ziliu said softly: "Now that the old man has died in my hands, it stands to reason that I should have the final say on the Zhang family's affairs. But you don't know, half of the Zhang family's surname is Wen Dun, if I don't have enough ability, I can't touch Wendun Hetu. As long as I touch Zhang's money, Wendun Hetu will immediately get wind of it. If we want revenge, we must resort to other forces."

Lang Yan chuckled again: "...you are right."

Zhang Ziliu squeezed his hand tightly, and said in a deep voice: "I know, if I tell you about Li Wangling at this moment, you will definitely think that I have other plans. But believe me, I have no such intentions. You also You know, although I know some Feng Shui, but it's all superficial... Without you, I definitely can't do it. Now that I hand you the map, you should understand my sincerity, right?"

After speaking, he grabbed the blood-stained map on the table and stuffed it into Lang Yan's hand.

Lang Yan narrowed his eyes, scanned the map, smiled and said nothing.

Zhang Ziliu said with a smile, "This picture is... the real deal."

Lang Yan raised his eyes and smiled: "You said you learned fur, are you not afraid that I don't even know fur?"

Zhang Ziliu turned his eyes - he was trying to test Lang Yan with a picture.If Langyan understands pictures, he can tell the real from the fake for him.If Lang Yan doesn't understand, this picture is also a heavenly book to Lang Yan, so what does it matter if you take a look at it?Hearing Lang Yan's question now, he felt more or less satisfied, and he just smiled and said, "What's the matter? No matter what, we are always good friends."

Lang Yan lowered his head and smiled and said, "That's right, good friend." He pointed to a spot in the picture, and said, "The terrain here is stable, and the Lord gathers wealth. It probably has what you want."

This is quite accurate.Zhang Ziliu couldn't help but smile: "It's the same as I thought. But what the old man said just now..." He pointed to the picture, "There are living things living here, I wonder if you can see something strange?"

Lang Yan said: "...It's just a blindfold." He stared at the corpse on the bed, "...the smell here is strong, I'm afraid it will attract attention soon, or... it's better to deal with the trouble first, and then it's not too late to look at the picture."

Zhang Ziliu laughed: "Yes, yes, I was so proud that I forgot about it. Yan, you help me."

Lang Yan twisted his body, and said weakly: "... probably tied for too long, my hands and feet are numb. You first roll up the bloody sheets, and I will exercise my muscles and bones."

Zhang Ziliu hummed, then turned around to tidy up the mess on the bed.He didn't know that Lang Yan behind him had quietly stood up...

Before it was too late, Lang Yan lifted the broken cup on the table, and stabbed the stubble into Zhang Ziliu's waist!
Zhang Ziliu roared in pain, and hit Lang Yan's shoulder with his backhand!He has a strong palm, how can Lang Yan hold on?With a muffled grunt, it was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the opposite wall heavily, unable to slide down.

At this moment, all of Zhang Ziliu's refinement and gentleness disappeared. He gritted his teeth and stared at him like a hungry wolf. He walked forward a few steps, held Lang Yan in front of him, and slapped Lang Yan with all his strength: "Stinky lame, you Dare to attack me!"

Half of Lang Yan's cheeks were swollen, salty blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he was as angry as a thread, but he still smiled to himself: "Today... I will die with you..."

Zhang Ziliu wanted to scold again, but suddenly he felt feverish behind him, looking back, the bed curtain and tablecloth were lit by Lang Yan with a candle at some point, soft silk is the easiest to ignite, immediately flames burst out and black smoke billowed.

"You cripple, you're crazy! You can't have a good time, are you insane?" Zhang Ziliu snatched the map from Lang Yan's body, stuffed it back into his waist, and was about to escape.How could Lang Yan allow him to escape?He rushed forward with all his strength and hugged his leg: "...don't even try to leave..."