Tianzihao Xiaobailian

(Two chapters will be resumed tomorrow. More than 5000 words, the number of words today is barely passable-.-Because it is a prelude to **~ I am afraid that the foreshadowing is not in place, and I have a cold, and the writing is slow. Everyone Feel free to scold if you are unhappy~ Don’t involve your family members~~~)

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The 27th of the twelfth lunar month.

On an isolated island in the deep sea, the end of the new year is approaching, but there is still no festive atmosphere for the New Year here.

For ordinary people, this place is like hell on earth. Except for the core characters here, almost everyone on the isolated island is struggling to survive.

There are no holidays here, no carefree rest, only boring and almost endless training, and one cruel task after another, or kill your own instructor, or kill your own partner, complete The tasker continues to survive, and if the task fails, it means death.

Everyone is always ready to face death.

They are not even human beings, but seemingly simple but sophisticated machines, killing machines!

Of all the people here, a few strong ones can occasionally enjoy delicious German beer, and there are women who have been forcibly captured from all over the world, Asian, American, and European.

They have various identities, some are mistresses of politicians, some are criminals on the run, some are even female killers and members of the royal family of some small countries.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all beautiful and attractive.

No matter what reason they came here in the first place, after stepping into this isolated island, their identity and glory in the outside world will be severely torn off, everyone is the same, they are all tools to vent their desires, for men to vent tool.

They are all whores.

On this small island that can be called a private kingdom, the Grand Commander Cang Sheng, whose status is below one person and above ten thousand people, pointed to these beautiful women and said.

The condition for these women to leave the isolated island sounds very simple. As long as they can kill five men who enjoy their bodies and survive, the commander will personally give her a new identity and escort her out. island.

In the first year when the women came to the isolated island, the two female killers successfully left. The commander-in-chief Cangsheng personally arranged the plane, and gave them a new identity and a large sum of money.

But in the following years, these women have never been able to leave one.

This is an isolated island, a perverted place that outsiders can't even imagine, without laws, bottom lines, and morals.

The only thing that every breathing person can do here is to persist in living, to kill his opponents with the most despicable and extreme means, and at the same time maintain absolute vigilance to prevent others from killing him.

Only by becoming stronger can one survive, and only by becoming stronger can one leave here.

Everyone has no friends, some are just partners, one or several partners who don't know when they will suddenly kill themselves.

This isolated island was named by the old man who said everything he said on the island and no one dared to disobey him. There are only three words, but they are very appropriate.

gate of hell!

The weather on this day was very strange.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still hanging in the sky, but there was rain in the air, not too big or too small, and the sound of soldiers training on the island echoed in the air, but it was covered by the sound of rain hitting the ground, making it a little blurry. clear.

A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stood quietly on the shore of an isolated island, took out a sandalwood sign that was two fingers wider and hung it on his chest, and carried a long sword on his back, looking at the tropical forest surrounding the island, gently Sighed.

Behind him, there is an endless expanse of blue waves, the rain falls into the sea, and the waves are rough and fast.

The middle-aged man looked calm, slowly took off the long sword behind his back and held it in his hand, finally raised his legs, got into the tropical jungle, walked through the forest with ease, and came to the guarded place.

Ahead, the extremely magnificent and luxurious villas were already in sight, forming an extremely beautiful picture of misty rain in the rain.

Two rows of neat passageways for the human body are in front of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and the distance between them is no more than five meters. Turning his head away, he stood in the rain, with his hands folded behind his back, without squinting.

The man in Tsing Yi held the scabbard with one hand, without squinting, and walked steadily through the passageway of the human body. The old horse knew the way, turned left and right, and after about half an hour, he finally appeared at the gate of the large villa complex.

A few stone tables and chairs were placed at the door, and the two most powerful figures on the island sat facing each other with calm expressions.

Black and white pieces crossed vertically and horizontally on the table, densely packed, full of murderous aura.

Several men in black stood respectfully beside the two, holding umbrellas to protect the tops of their heads, trying to prevent a drop of rain from splashing on them.

The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward quickly, holding the sword in one hand, stopped less than five meters away from the two of them, grabbed the blade of the sword, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, the mud splashed on his knees, but he didn't notice it, and said in a deep voice : "Song Qingyi has seen His Majesty! He has seen the Grand Commander!"

There was silence at the stone table.

The old man with disabled legs in a wheelchair stared blankly at the chessboard in front of him, with a drowsy and sick posture.

The Grand Commander, Cang Sheng, held a sunspot with one hand, frowned, pondered for about 5 minutes, and finally took a deep breath, and dropped the sunspot slowly.

Song Qingyi, who was seriously injured in a sword fight with Wang Fuxing in Jinling, knelt on the ground silently for 5 minutes without complaining.

"You're not going out to spend the New Year with your sister, what did you come back for years ago?"

Cang Sheng finally spoke, his tone was flat, as if most of his attention was on the chessboard in front of him.

"The subordinate has something important to report."

Song Qingyi said in a concentrated voice. After waiting for a while, he found that the brave and invincible commander simply raised his eyebrows and then stopped talking. After taking a deep breath, he finally continued: "Your subordinates have received definite news, the Tang family, The army is stabbing!"

"Snapped!"

There was a slight crisp sound.

The black jade sunspot in Cang Sheng's hand was suddenly crushed in his hands and turned into powder.

He took a deep breath, picked up a sunspot again, his brows were already tightly frowned, and he didn't speak.

"If you destroy yourself, you lose one eye. You have changed from offensive to defensive in this game of chess. If you do this, you will lose."

The old man in the wheelchair glanced at him, then spoke slowly, calmly, with a playful smile.

Cangsheng, however, very few did not answer the words, but slowly turned their heads and said coldly: "Is the news true?"

"true!"

"When will the army assassins officially take action?!"

Cang Sheng narrowed his eyes, followed by a question, and the aggressiveness in his tone suddenly increased several times!

Song Qingyi's eyes flickered, and he was still kneeling on the ground, drenched in the rain, looking up at Cang Sheng calmly and said, "If it's correct, it should be on New Year's Eve, and my subordinates can't guarantee it. But I have already told my sister, once there is a definite The news will be passed on immediately."

"A group of native chickens and dogs. Several so-called top masters of the Tang family have carefully cultivated the military assassination unit for nearly 20 years. The Tang family's strongest hole card, hehe, no matter how far it has come, they have started to use the military assassination. Tang Tianyao these years , I think it’s the dog that lived on it! Why are you so nervous? Without wild dogs, even if they can still bite people, it may not be fatal.”

The old man said lazily, with his back to Song Qingyi, leaving only the back of his head, and said calmly, "What's happening in the Xia family and the Qin family?"

"Return to Your Majesty. The recent movements of the two families are unknown, and they seem to be watching indifferently. At present, this matter is extremely confidential, and only a very small number of people know it. They should not interfere this time."

Song Qingyi became more and more respectful, he could look straight into the eyes of the commander-in-chief Cangsheng, but facing the back of the old man's head, he wished he could lower his head to the ground.

"Can Lie Yan move?"

The old man continued to ask, squinting his eyes, picked up a white piece, and dropped it on the chessboard.

"For now...don't know."

Song Qingyi gritted his teeth and said, cold sweat was already seeping on his forehead. He knew that what he hated the most in his life was that he didn't know these three words.

It's just that the old man seems to be in a good mood, this time he didn't give him any punishment, he just scolded lightly: "Trash."

"Subordinates are incompetent."

Song Qingyi heaved a sigh of relief, rejoicing in his heart that it seemed that he could avoid a punishment this time.

After asking a few simple words, the old man seemed to have lost his character. He put aside the chess box containing the white jade chess pieces, waved his hand and said, "Go back, I'm tired, I'm old, and I always want to sleep more."

Behind him, the strong man holding the umbrella for the old man said yes respectfully, handed over the umbrella to another companion, pushed the wheelchair by himself, and planned to leave.

"The game has not yet been decided, what does it mean to leave now?"

Cang Sheng frowned fiercely, looking at the old man in the wheelchair.

The old guy raised his head and glanced at him casually, and said lightly: "Playing chess is about state of mind. If your mind is disturbed, it doesn't matter if you don't want to play this game. If you don't accept it, it's okay. The game is left, and we can't move a piece. We will play another day." That's it."

He reached out and patted the wheelchair lightly, and said calmly, "Go back to sleep."

The sturdy man pushed the wheelchair and passed the Grand Commander Cang Sheng.

The brave and invincible commander on the island turned around suddenly, staring at the old man's back with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I don't need to say who the Tang family is targeting this time. No shot?!"

The old man's wheelchair stopped suddenly. After a while, he smiled lightly and said quietly: "Who is it aimed at? Wang Fuxing? What does the life and death of that trash have to do with me?"

waste!

There are many people who comment on Wang Fuxing overtly and secretly, such as little bastards, little beasts, puppies, lunatics, psychopaths, young tyrants...

However, it was the first time that Wang Shao said something that was useless, and it was not out of anger. It was said naturally.

Even Cang Sheng, who thought he had adapted to the old man's weird temper, couldn't help but hold his breath, and then said angrily: "Trash?! Now the Wang family is already one of the few powers in Wuyue Province. Give him a little time, and he can How long has it been since he became the godfather of the new generation through the delta underground society, and the Chen family, the Xia family, and Wang Tianxiong have kept in close contact with him? It's been less than half a year. I have to ask, a waste, How can such a result be achieved?! He is trash, what are we?!"

"score?"

The old man smiled indifferently: "It's all bullshit. What is this achievement? It's not worth mentioning! With an indecisive character, he can't even let go of a few women. What big things can he do? The Wang family is not as good as the previous generation. Today's so-called rejuvenated people, It’s no exaggeration to say that he can’t help A Dou. Whether he lives or dies, it’s none of my business? Do you think he’s done well? Then let me ask you, when Tang Tianyao went to Jinling, how many chances did Wang Fuxing have to directly Kill him? Did he do it? No! That little girl of the Tang family is in his hands now, did he do it? Not at all! And that brat named Tang Xiao has already destroyed his power in Huating Most of the time, did he do it? Or not! Waste! Can’t be used! He’s afraid to do anything, he thinks he’s not doing it now or 20 years ago? So what if he killed that old dog? It's nothing more than a wolf, with its appearance, in fact, it's not even as good as a dog!

What Chen family?What Xia family?What Wang Tianxiong?It's even more bullshit.How is the relationship?It's just to see that he has some use value. Fortunately, he still thinks he has the confidence to be complacent. If he doesn't make friends with real allies, he just involves these vain and stupid characters. He doesn't know how he died in the end.This kind of trash, it would be fine if I didn't just kill him, but you still want me to save him?dream! "

The old man's tone was unusually hasty and resolute, without any room for maneuver, but the expression with his back to Cang Sheng and Song Qingyi had a ferocious and ruthless expression that made anyone feel a little scared when they saw it.

"Then why have you hibernated here for so many years?"

Cang Sheng's anger could no longer be suppressed, his voice was low and full of undisguised anger.

"For what? Am I doing it for that trash? Don't worry, the Wang family can still be revived without him. Hmph, revival, what a waste of such a good name!"

The old man said coldly.

"This time we have to take action! If you don't save me, I will!"

The commander-in-chief's face was ferocious, tit for tat.

The old man burst out laughing loudly and coldly. Everyone around him, including Song Qingyi, watched the confrontation between the two big men with trepidation, not daring to intervene.

"You save? How do you save? If you dare to leave this island, I will break your legs. And you dare to pat your chest and say, you are just trying to save that trash? Shit!"

The old man said coldly, covering his chest subconsciously with his palms, and fell silent for a while in the rain. His voice finally calmed down, and he said lightly: "The Tang family's army is stabbing out, the Qin family's Xia family is not coming out, and the flames are moving unknown. Cangsheng, we I would like to ask you, if we act now, can you afford the consequences? Is it worth saving that fool?"

"I, don't care, no, this, um, a lot!"

Cang Sheng said every word, his eyes were almost crazy.

The old man snorted coldly, stopped talking, let his subordinates push the wheelchair, and gradually disappeared into the rain.

The Grand Commander rubbed a sunspot in his hand heavily with his fingers, and his face was extremely gloomy. After a long while, he turned around, his eyes were extremely cold, and he shot directly at Song Qingyi who was still kneeling on the ground.

"You fought Wang Fuxing with a sword? But you stopped temporarily, and both were injured?"

Cang Sheng was silent for a while, and finally spoke without any emotion in his tone.

"Yes!"

Song Qingyi spoke calmly, knelt in the rain, and did not deny it.

"All strength?"

Cang Sheng tilted his head, his movements were stiff and strange.

"Full strength."

Song Qingyi calmly said that he is the person in charge of all the information of the Tang family on the isolated island. His status is not low, but he dare not show any disrespect in front of the general.

Cang Sheng's eyes became more and more cold, and he shook his hand suddenly.

Sudden storm!

In the rain curtain, a pitch-black black jade chess piece rolled violently in the air, making a very subtle whistling sound, and shot directly at Song Qingyi.

The black jade chess piece was continuously enlarged in Song Qingyi's pupils, passed through all the water droplets, and moved straight forward!

"Zheng!"

Song Qingyi subconsciously drew his sword, and the sword was partly out of its sheath, protecting it in front of him.

clang!

A crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Sparks fly.

That black jade chess piece slammed into the sword body hard and turned into powder in an instant.

Song Qingyi staggered for a moment, trying to block the huge momentum, his arms trembled, blood was already oozing from the corners of his mouth and tiger's mouth.

The commander who threw the chess pieces out had gloomy eyes, but his tone returned to calm, and said lightly: "You have caught up with the good time. If you had come here earlier, it would not be as simple as being injured. This life, temporarily give You keep it."

Song Qingyi knelt on the ground with a sword in his hand, bowed his body slightly, and said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Commander."

He didn't ask himself what he did wrong, and he didn't need to.

On this most realistic and cruel island, it is the most basic truth that the weak prey on the strong and the strong are respected. If the strong want to kill the weak, there is no reason and no need.

The Grand Commander Cang Sheng snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly: "Get lost!"

Song Qingyi stood up with a sword in his hand, bowed again, still drenched in the rain, his body gradually disappeared into the rain curtain, and walked further and further away.

In a small courtyard in the center of the villa group.

A phone call made Wang Fuxing criticize that the old man, who was completely worthless, was sitting alone in his room, holding a photo album in his hand, flipping through it lightly, his fingers trembling, and a rigid old face, which was extremely rare. There was a touch of warmth.

In the photo album, a young man is standing in front of a magnificent old house with a bright smile. Red lanterns are hung on the old house, decorated with colorful lights. On the shoulders of the young man sits a little boy of three or four years old, waving his hands, The youth has a gloomy temperament, but his eyes are full of doting warmth.

The photo album continues to be flipped through.

In the photos, children are growing up and youths are slowly getting old.

Like a cycle of life, the old generation is passing away and the new generation is rising.

The last few photos appear to have been taken more than 20 years ago.

In the photo, the original splendid and magnificent old house has disappeared and turned into a dilapidated bungalow, without lanterns and crowds. In the photo, there is only one young man wearing a black coat, wearing a white scarf, and carrying a box , standing in front of the dilapidated bungalow gate in the wind and snow, his body is straight and heroic, giving people the impression of indomitable determination and pride.

The old man gently rubbed the photo with his fingers, his tone was complicated, trembling slightly, and he said to himself with nostalgia: "You are a good boy, but after all, I still forgot. I can't win people's hearts. I don't blame you, but your son really disappointed me."