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210 Chapter 1 I would rather bear the burden of the world ([-])
Zuo Huaijing and Zuo Huaizhen, who had just arrived here, heard this, their feet paused, and their breathing became lighter a few degrees.

Knowing other people's secrets is not scary in this world, but knowing other people's secrets and then using them to sharpen them into a sharp blade against others is scary, and Zuo Cheng is such a terrifying existence.

Fifteen years ago, the old man of the Zuo family said exactly what he said: the Zuo family created a Zuo city in hundreds of years, a king who was born to stand at the top.

Such a master who is good at planning, skilled in means, and accustomed to cruelty, then Zuo Huaimin has only one ending-death!

No, maybe life is better than death!

"Hahaha--"

A lingering sound of mad laughter lingered in my ears, making one's hair stand on end in this bloody quiet night.

Zuo Huaimin looked up to the sky and laughed, until his face twitched and his facial features were hideous. After laughing, his face was full of ashes after enlightenment: "I am really stupid, and I let you play with applause for 12 years."

In the dead night, the man's beautiful face had no soft edges and corners, and the killing without warmth spread out.

Quiet, so quiet, like the tranquility before death, Kong Yu's crazy smile echoed, and then slowly fell.

"But there are still last words." The man's voice is so pleasant, it's easy to hear him bewitching.

Zuo Cheng, this person is Gu, a deadly temptation.

In a word, there is no murderous intent, no coldness, even emotionless, but Zuo Huaimin's whole body goes limp, he falls down heavily, and his eyes gradually become cloudy, looking at the person who is as cold as ice in the wind: "Jing Xin, I--"

"Shut up." A sharp voice cut off Zuo Huaimin's words.

Last words, some people are afraid that they will die in peace.

Tang Jingxin's cold eyes looked down at the withered Zuo Huaimin on the ground, without a trace of emotional indifference: "When you die, I will throw you into Yangjiang. If you have anything to say, go talk to my mother."

Is this still the gentle, quiet and considerate Tang Jingxin?Everyone was mistaken, this is Zuocheng's knife, it's sharp!
What a way to borrow a knife to kill people, what a knife of flesh and blood.

Zuocheng, Zuocheng, who else in the world can match such means.

Zuo Huaijing and Zuo Huaizhen glanced at the clean man at the same time, and their hearts shuddered. Fortunately, they didn't do anything stupid.

"Hahaha——" The man on the ground over there seemed to be suddenly old, prostrate on the ground, and kept laughing wildly, "Hahaha——" A pair of sparkling eyes gradually faded away, "Zuocheng, how could I survive the fight? You, how can I beat you, hahaha..."

Zuo Cheng turned sideways silently, the flickering moon enveloped him in brilliance, reflecting a kind of absolutely charming coldness.

Such a man, why is he afraid of his opponent, fighting?That was his world.

"How do you deal with it, sir?" Tang Jingxin bowed respectfully in front of Zuocheng.

"Do you want to give him a good time?"

Tang Jingxin didn't hesitate at all: "I don't want to."

Father and daughter affection?That's bullshit, under Zuo Cheng's command, ruthlessness is king.

Zuo Cheng turned around slowly, staring coldly at the people on the ground: "It's you who have done too much evil yourself, so you can't blame others."

"I just want to ask you, why did you put me to death 12 years ago? You didn't even spare my children." Zuo Huaimin bit his lip, his whole face convulsed into a ferocious convulsion.

The fire 12 years ago was a taboo in Zuo's house. They couldn't talk or speculate. It's time to clear the fog.

Zuo Cheng just looked at the cold moon, his eyes were as warm as the moonlight: "When you asked me why there was a fire, I told you it was because of one person."

"Isn't it your father?"

"No, how could it be him." The cold smile in Zuo Cheng's eyes gradually receded, and a pool of icy late autumn lake water suddenly appeared, "San Bo, do you still remember the car accident on Tianqiao Avenue 12 years ago?"

"12 years ago? Flyover Avenue?"

After a long pause, the air became tighter and colder.

Zuo Huaizhen and Zuo Huaijing on the side froze for a moment, as if they remembered something, at the right time, Zuo Huaimin was shocked: "That girl—the girl who walked out of the cemetery!"

Twelve years ago, Zuo Cheng made an exception for the first time. The cruel and merciless man suddenly became merciless.

They were wrong, they were smart, they underestimated Zuo Cheng, underestimated the existence of that girl.

In a fire that injured many lives, Huoyin was only a girl.

"How could it be? How could it be?" Zuo Huaimin murmured again and again, his old eyes were empty.

Zuo Chengmu's deep eyes were slightly closed, and the long eyelashes reflected a quiet dark color: "At that time, you shouldn't have made up her mind. Since I let her out of the cemetery, I won't allow you to think otherwise."

He wants to be born again?There is an unwritten rule in the Zuo family, cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots, leaving no future troubles.

It turns out not at all!
"Just because of that girl?" Zuo Huaimin roared through gritted teeth, his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

"She is my wife, I was destined 12 years ago." His voice was icy-cold, piercing to the bone, "But she almost died that day."

In that car accident, Jiang Xiachu lay in the hospital for half a year, leaving a ten centimeter scar on her neck.

That was Zuo Cheng's life, the one he held in the palm of his hand.

So, touch—and die!
With one glance at Zuo Huaimin who fell on the ground, his pupils constricted, his eyes became slack, and he even began to slur his speech: "Your wife? That girl is, is—" Those three words stuck in his throat, his voice Hissed and hoarse, "No, how is it possible, you were only 17 years old at the time, and that child was only in his teens."

The 17-year-old Zuo Cheng, even if he can see far-sightedness, plan for a rainy day, and see the future, how can he choose a ten-year-old baby as his wife?

No, no, this is nonsense.

Not only Zuo Huaimin, probably normal people would think so.

It's just that the extraordinary man chuckled coldly, approached with the moonlight behind his back, squatted down slowly, picked up the gun left by Zuo Huaimin on the ground with his beautiful hands, and casually played with it, with the same careless tone : "You can do a lot of things in your teens. I remember that Sanbo's son went into shock from taking drugs, and he was not more than ten years old at the time."

Zuo Huaimin, who was dead on the ground, trembled, his face was so pale that he said, "You—it's you!" His throat seemed to be cut off, and every word seemed to be on fire, "That's why he was burned to death, It's all your hands and feet. You are a crazy devil, and you won't even spare innocent women and children."

Zuo Cheng's eyes were fixed, with a hint of coldness, he shook his head lightly, and he smiled: "It's you, it's you who didn't give your son and daughter a way to live, I did."

Zuo Huaimin's pupils dilated.

Zuo Cheng still chuckled, that charming coldness matched with the murderous intent all over his body in a pair of bottomless eyes: "Back then you had time to go back and save those two children, but you only cared about escaping for your life and let them be tortured for life. Burned to death. There is also the second uncle, he is the same kind of person as you. In order to survive, he actually closed the only escape route, but I blocked the passage, and at least two people can push it away. If he turns around and saves those family members , maybe he won't die so early."

(End of this chapter)