The strongest teacher

Chapter 949 Painful Memories

"It turns out that this is what it's like to be drunk, ha ha..." Jin Kaili smirked twice, rested her head on Lu Sha's shoulder, and fell asleep sweetly.

"Master, your face really stinks, hehe..." Even if she was talking drunk, Kelly still didn't forget to say something.

Looking at the girl who pestered him to learn knife skills, Lu Sha showed a rare warmth on his face: "I can't help it, Master's face is so stinky. If I don't kill people in the future, maybe it won't stink..."

Fu Ziqi was not drunk either. Seeing her brother sleep so soundly, she was in a good mood.

Although he is another person, he is really the same as the brother I hoped for in my heart!

The genes in him are the genes of his family, he is his brother!
Sleeping and sleeping, drunk and taking care of others, Fang Qin has become an idler instead.

Seeing the blushing Ruth looking at him all the time, Fang Qin smiled slightly: "Ruth, let's go out..."

"Go out and open a room!" Ruth wrapped her arms around Fang Qin's neck, and looked directly at Fang Qin with a pair of blue eyes as cool as sea water.

Fang Qin originally wanted to say "Let's go out for a stroll", but Ruth directly took what Fang Qin hadn't finished. If Fang Qin said "Go for a stroll" now, he would be really not a man!

Seeing that Fang Qin was still hesitating, Ruth continued, "I said, how long has it been since we went to open a room?"

"Hmm..." Fang Qin pretended to be very serious, "One month, two months..."

"Let's go!" Ruth directly pulled Fang Qin to the direction of the room. Fang Qin felt that this kind of thing should be taken the initiative by himself. How could Ruth take the initiative?

Unable to explain, Fang Qin picked up Ruth, quickly rushed into the room, and then slammed the door shut.

Soon, there was a shocking sound of "hmm, hum, hum" in the room... (The word N is omitted below)
Contrary to the excitement at Fang Qin's side, Prati stood alone by the sea, blowing the sea breeze alone, and his thoughts followed the sea breeze back to many years ago...

"Brother, what is this book?" Alex, whose face was still childish, looked at an ancient book that Prati gave her, and asked curiously.

Prati looked at his sister lovingly: "I went to the Middle East with my father this time and found this ancient book in a village. The villagers in that village enshrined this book in the temple. I think it should be It’s a good thing, so I brought it back. I don’t know what book it is, it seems to be written in ancient Hebrew.”

Alex knew that her father and brother must have slaughtered the whole village, otherwise how could the village treasure fall into her brother's hands.

But it's not that Alex doesn't know what her family does, she doesn't mind if the book is covered in blood at all.

As long as it is a gift from her brother, she likes it: "Thank you brother!"

Seeing his sister studying the book he brought back with great interest, a smile appeared on Platy's young and handsome face...

"Brother, why did you marry someone else!" When Alex heard that her brother was going to get married, she became angry, "You clearly know that I hate my brother, and I'm not your biological sister..."

Snapped!
Prati slapped Alex viciously: "You have read so many books, do you still need to ask me why?"

There was blood on the corner of Alex's mouth, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and mockery: "Brother, aren't you just worried about the eyes of the world? If the two of us can live until everyone who knows us dies... ..."

"Dream!" Prati said angrily, "Stop thinking about these messy things, whether it's your own or not, you are my real sister, that's it!"

Prati slammed the door out, and Alex took out the ancient book, with a strange smile on her face: "My brother is mine, no one can take it away!"

"Alex, what are you doing?" Prati was stunned when he pushed the door open and saw Alex with blood on his hands.

Grandpa fell on the cold operating table, was disembowelled by Alex, and even his limbs were cut to pieces by the scalpel. The scene was extremely bloody!
Alexis, who was covered in blood, turned around, giggled at Prati and said, "Brother, grandpa lived so long, I just want to study the reason for his longevity. Anyway, he is so old, sooner or later Will die. If my research is successful, I can bring him back to life using only his brain."

"Alex!" Prati rushed forward angrily and grabbed Alex by the neck, "I'll kill you!"

Alex was not afraid at all, with a mocking look on her face: "Brother, since you don't like me, why did you pick me up back then?"

"Why?" Prati's eyes were blurred, and he "saw" the situation when he saw Alex for the first time again.

Alex was only five years old at the time, sitting alone in the snow, shaking all over.

Prati passed by there, looking at a little girl with the same silver hair as her own, she immediately felt a sense of closeness: "Your hair is so beautiful, we should be a family, right? Can you be my sister?"

"Well, hello, brother." Alex shouted tremblingly.

Prati was very happy, and took Alex's hand: "Come on, come home with me, there is something delicious!"

A line of small footprints was clearly printed on the snow, extending forward...

"I said, you are my sister, why can't you understand?" Prati's eyes were red, and she unconsciously relaxed holding Alex's hand.

Alex sneered and said, "I don't care, my brother is mine anyway, and will always be mine, and no one is allowed to take it away! I know that you are so scared and angry because you like me too, don't you?"

"No—" Prati slapped Alex on the chest, and Alex's body flew out like a kite with a broken string...

After the grave was dug, Prati put the coffin containing Alex into the grave with his own hands, buried it with soil, and erected a tombstone: "Alex Pudo, AD 1942-1962"... …

A wave slapped over, and Prati, who was standing by the sea, was interrupted from his thoughts and returned to reality from his memories.

I have converted to God these years, sincerely repented, and always feel that God has forgiven me.

But when he faced Alex again, he still couldn't kill him.

I can't wash away my sins!
"Dad." Miria called softly, looking at her father's lonely figure, with the sea breeze blowing her father's silver hair, she felt inexplicably sad.

Prati turned around and smiled at her children: "You have found this place, thank you for your hard work."

Miria's eyes were a little sour, and she wanted to shed tears: "It's not hard... Dad, let's go home."

"Go back, if one day I don't contact you, then I'm dead." Prati said slowly.

"Dad, why?" Arecio was startled and asked casually.

Prati glanced at Arecio and said calmly: "No reason, I found the murderer who killed your mother and brother, and I am going to seek revenge on her."

Arecio knew that he had a younger brother, who died inexplicably with his mother back then, and had never been able to find the murderer. Unexpectedly, his father found the murderer!

"Father, who is the enemy, tell us, let's avenge our mother and brother together!" Thinking of his gentle mother and lovely brother, Alessio's heart began to burn with the flame of hatred.

"Forget it. Arecio, from now on you are the only godfather of our Italian Dark Hand."

Prati shook her head, "Remember, if I don't come back, you must take good care of your sister for me. At that time, she will be your only relative. I just didn't take good care of my sister..."

After all, Prati turned around and left quickly.

"Father!" Miria and Arecio shouted loudly at the same time, but Prati's figure had already disappeared into the vast night by the sea...

The next day, Fang Qin went to the airport to bid farewell to the people who were leaving, and then swaggered back to Aislin's house, then swaggered and sat on the sofa in the lobby, slowly enjoying the tea he made.

Foreigners such as Viri and Alex have started to drink tea, and Fang Qin also feels that he needs to be "arty", otherwise he is a Chinese who doesn't know how to make tea, and maybe the birthplace of tea art will become the Bangzi Kingdom of Korea .

"Come, have a cup of tea." Fang Qin handed a cup of tea to Cromwell who had been following him, "Thank you for your hard work."

Cromwell was very angry, but the army turned him into a soldier who couldn't express his anger and anger: "I don't work hard, and I don't need tea."

"Don't drink it." Fang Qin finished his cup, then poured Cromwell's cup into his teacup, "Don't waste it."

Cromwell suppressed his anger and asked, "Mr. Fang, when will we start to arrest Alex?"

Fang Qin was taken aback, and then said loudly: "What? Haven't you started to act yet? Didn't I ask you to do those things last night?"

Cromwell almost didn't vomit blood: "I have ordered these things, and my subordinates are doing them. Shouldn't we also do something?"

"Scared me." Fang Qin said with a snort, "Since all your subordinates have been sent out to work, we don't have to do anything, just drink tea."

Seeing Fang Qin leisurely holding the teapot and pouring tea into the teacup again, Cromwell couldn't help it anymore: "Mr. Fang, I think you are wasting your time."

Fang Qinbai gave Cromwell a look: "Waste time? Well, tell me, what should we do now besides waiting for news?"

"This..." Asked by Fang Qin, Cromwell really had nothing to say.

He just thought that the agents of MI[-] and his own soldiers were busy outside, and Fang Qin was so leisurely, doing nothing, he was very upset.

If you really want to ask him what to do, he doesn't know what else to do besides waiting for news.

"Since there is no news, what can we do now?" Fang Qin said angrily, "Do you have to be as tired as a cow with no results, so you can feel better?"

"Uh..." Cromwell really thought so, even if Fang Qin did something casually, he wouldn't be so blocked in his heart.

Seeing that Cromwell was speechless, Fang Qin patted him on the shoulder, pushed him onto the sofa and sat down: "Okay, you can't just do things with a rush. It's time to rest It's time to rest, so that you have enough energy to cope with work..."

Before Fang Qin finished speaking, Cromwell's cell phone rang immediately.

Fang Qin laughed and said, "Let me tell you, even if we want to be free, we can't be free!"

(End of this chapter)