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211 Chapter 2 I would rather bear the burden of the world ([-])
Zuo Huaijing and Zuo Huaizhen felt their hairs stand up, as if their whole bodies were frozen.

How terrifying this man is, every step of the way is frightening, and he is not bad at all. He doesn't kill indiscriminately, but he is good at killing with a knife.

Zuo Huaimin's throat choked up, his blood surged up, and he swallowed him again: "It turns out that you have calculated every step, just to play with the lives and deaths of our group of people."

Zuo Cheng didn't deny it: "It's a pity that you escaped back then." The gun in his hand brushed the man's throat, and then slowly moved away, rubbing the muzzle of the gun with both hands, his eyes narrowed, "You can't escape today!" No, I don't like giving people second chances."

After finishing speaking, there was a click, and the gun in his hand was unloaded.

Zuo Cheng didn't intend to make people happy.

Zuo Huaimin's body went limp, lying on the ground, panting, and murmured weakly: "You crazy devil."

Zuo Cheng smiled sneeringly: "Are you insane? Maybe." Throwing away the gun in his hand, he stood up, raised his hand, and opened his lips lightly, "Light it up."

As soon as the words fell, two people immediately set up Zuo Huaimin and entered the gate of Zuo's house, locked it, lit the fire, and did not hesitate.

Zuocheng is going to set fire to it, just like 12 years ago.

The other Zuo family members who were watching were dumbfounded. Watching this scene, their hearts were twitching and trembling.

There was only a moment of silence, and after that, there was a roar from the door.

"Zuocheng, you must die."

"You bloody devil."

"You will be punished."

"..."

One after another, the screams made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts, and their hairs stood on end.

"Damn you, why don't you die."

"Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go."

"Zuo Cheng, you lunatic."

"..."

There was a faint sound, and the thick smoke was gradually rising, and the fire was rising little by little, reflecting the moonlight red, and it was as bright as day.

"what--"

"what--"

"..."

The heart-piercing roar reverberated in the night, making people's hair stand on end, and the heart was clenched.

In front of the wanton fire, the man's eyes were as bright as stars, he turned around, lit a cigarette, and took a puff: "If there is retribution, you should have buried your son and daughter with you. I never believe in retribution."

In this world, the weak prey on the strong, and retribution is nothing but the self-consolation of the weak.

"Ah——" There was another roar, Zuo Huaizhen's heart was twisted, he stepped forward, and said in a very low voice: "Young Master Cheng, he is also your third uncle, so—"

Zuo Cheng glanced over, but before opening his mouth, Zuo Huaizhen died down all the words that came out of his mouth, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"If you don't want to taste the fire, then shut up."

Zuo Huaizhen caressed the person behind him, and retreated again and again.This man is terrible, he doesn't want to die.

Zuo Cheng seemed satisfied, instead of smiling, his eyes sparkled with joy: "That man can say I'm a lunatic."

Indeed, a complete lunatic, still crazy for a woman.Zuo Huaizhen only dared to say these words in his heart all his life, he shuddered, bit his lips, obediently did not dare to vent his anger.

Zuo Cheng turned around with a smile, putting a fire behind him, and the few figures drifted away.

After a while, a cold whisper came: "Then just be a lunatic."

The man walked away, and there was a layer of coldness in the air that lingered.

Only then did Zuo Huaizhen come back to his senses tremblingly, and sighed in a low voice: "This man is too scary."

"Fourth brother, I'm afraid it will be our turn sooner or later." Zuo Huaijing's heart is empty now, and his teeth are chattering.

"As long as we are obedient, Zuo Cheng won't do anything to us, don't forget about the third child." Zuo Huai said sincerely.

Zuo Huaijing nodded heavily: "It's just that woman—"

"Shut up! You can't go wrong if you don't say or do it."

Zuo Huaijing suddenly realized: that is the Achilles' heel of Zuo Cheng, which cannot be touched.

Zuo Huaizhen looked at the flames and sighed: "This man was actually planted in the hands of a woman, the old man would never have imagined it even if he died."

At the head of Zuohuai scenic spot, the old man put the entire Zuo family on Zuocheng back then. If he knew that Zuocheng had destroyed it for a woman, he didn't know if he would jump out of the coffin, but even if he jumped out... no use.

Hey, the Zuo family has produced such a Zuocheng in a hundred years, the most ruthless man is born to fall in love, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse.

That night, the fire at Lijie Zuo's house burned all night, leaving only a place of ashes and a place of blood.

In the middle of the night, Zuo Cheng returned to the villa, and the solemn chill disappeared when he saw the figure of the man in the room.

The woman is curled up on the sofa like a cat, her long eyelashes are drooping, and only one incandescent lamp is turned on. Her side face seems to be plated with a layer of silver, which is very beautiful.

He had just walked in, and the man raised his long eyelashes lightly: "I'm back."

His voice was a little bit sleepy, but it was very pleasant, like the gurgling springs in the Jiangnan water town, but it still had a slight smell of wine. Just listening to it made him feel a little drunk.

Zuo Cheng walked over, hugged Jiang Xiachu in his arms, and brushed her face: "Why are you sleeping here?"

She seemed to be extremely sleepy, rubbing her eyes, feeling a little confused: "I'm waiting for you."

One sentence pleased Zuo Cheng, his eyes seemed to light up fireworks, so bright, he raised the corners of his lips and kissed her with a smile: "My Xia Chu is so good."

The man is getting more and more childish.

Zuo Cheng's lips were cool, and her fingers were also cool. She asked, "Is it cold outside?"

"Ah."

The night in early winter was extremely dry and cold, and the wind was blowing wildly, so it was really cold.

"Did you leave after you sent me back in the afternoon?" She asked again, talking lightly.

"Hmm." Probably tired, his voice was hoarse, "Is it cold?"

"A little bit." She replied in a muffled voice.

"Don't wait for me in the future." Zuo Cheng kissed her distressedly, and hugged her tightly again.

Jiang Xiachu pressed against Zuo Cheng's heart, closed his eyes, feeling a little sleepy.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes suddenly, and after a moment of silence, she raised her head slightly to look at Zuo Cheng.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xiachu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "You are tired too, go take a shower first." Withdrawing the hand holding the man, he pushed him.

A strange light flashed in the bottom of Zuo Cheng's eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, go to sleep first." He bent down, but didn't make any movement.

He wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid that she would not like it.

Wrapped in a blanket, Jiang Xiachu nodded indiscriminately, and replied with one word: "Yeah."

Zuo Cheng looked at her, she lowered her eyes, unable to see her eyes, her long slightly curly eyelashes fluttered.

This is what Jiang Xiachu looked like when he was hiding something on his mind. He knew it, but he didn't ask or mention it. He stared at her for a while before turning and going to the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)