Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Do you still want to save that demon?!"

The drunkard lowered his head and was silent, gritted his teeth and looked at the ground. His hands supporting the ground slowly fisted, his body trembling slightly.

He slowly closed his eyes for a long time before opening them.

In his eyes, there was hopelessness and relief.

He opened his mouth and spit out: "Don't save it, kill it."

The man was taken aback, and some did not expect the alcoholic would say such a thing.

"what did you say?"

The drunkard hooked his lips and laughed suddenly, sadly, laughed, and burst into tears.

He laughed, but he couldn't stop a little. I don't know if he was laughing at himself over the years, it was like hearing some big joke. It took him a while before he calmed down.

"After he died, he killed me too."

The man looked at the drunkard, and he couldn't find the shadow of going crazy in order to save the demon...

"Heh..." The man laughed ironically, not knowing whether he was laughing at the drunkard or himself.

"Similar to kindness, but that's all."

"..."

"I thought you had a lot of affection for him, so it turned out to be nothing more than that. Since you gave up on this, why don't you change it, how about it?" The man's smiling voice followed.

"What do you mean?" The drunkard slowly raised his head and looked at him.

"That person named Tsing Yi, I don't know what status is in your heart? Is it more important than this demon?"

"You have to dare to move him, I will fight you desperately."

The drunkard gritted his teeth, his murderous intent skyrocketed, and the back of his clenched fists bulged from the back of his hand, and the "chucking" of the bones seemed particularly clear in this quiet and dim narrow alley.

The man looked at the murderous drunkard, pulled his lips and smiled in satisfaction, almost saying in a commanding tone:

"Give her this medicine."

"Don't force me."

The drunkard roared and waved his hand. The medicine bottle in front of him was knocked to the ground. The small porcelain bottle was smashed and the red pills inside fell to the ground.

The man looked at the pill that had been smashed to the ground, his eyes darkened in an instant, and the killing intent was paused, only for a moment, but slowly dissipated.

He turned his back and stood with his hands behind.

"In the last year, regardless of whether my purpose is achieved or not, that demon will save you life."

The man left this sentence and disappeared where he was

In the dim narrow alley, there was a drunkard alone.

He knelt on the ground, his head hanging down, his hands on the ground still clenched into fists.

"Fuck."

A tear fell silently on the ground.

Then the second drop, the third drop...

Wuyuan——

The sound of footsteps sounded, the door was pushed open, and the decadent figure of the alcoholic appeared at the door.

Tsing Yi's brows were frowned by the smell of alcohol.

Seeing the drunkard who was a little unstable on the road, Tsing Yi hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Seeing the obvious bruise on his neck, Tsing Yi reached out to check the wound on his neck.

"What's the matter? Who did it?"

"...It's okay." The drunkard waved his hand away, walked straight to the bed, took off his shoes and went to the bed, pulling the quilt and covering himself.

Tsing Yi stepped forward and opened his quilt, looked at the alcoholic sleeping with his eyes closed, and asked in a deep voice, "Who hurt you?"

"..."

"speak!"

The drunkard opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, got up and got out of the bed and turned out Tsing Yi's gun.

"what are you doing?"

The drunkard didn't answer Tsing Yi, but took a bullet from the magazine and stuffed it into his hand.

He looked at Tsing Yi with flushed eyes, and his voice was choked and scared.

"If, I mean if, if one day, I do something sorry for you, you kill me with this bullet."