Chapter 69

"Did a donkey kick your head?"

Mu Qingliu cursed for the first time through the microphone of his mobile phone.

How could he do such a terrible job in the task he entrusted to him? !

Originally, Mu Qingliu's plan required several steps to complete.

First, let Long Yancheng tell Song Yin his real name, and then Song Yin would definitely make countless bubbles of complaints the moment he heard the name of the protagonist.

As long as Long Yancheng read the part about the arrangement of the plot content, he would definitely doubt what he had done before.

Secondly, at the right time, he would detonate the fact that he had used Long Yancheng, and Long Yancheng would be angry and ashamed, and would definitely turn against him.

Finally.

Mu Qingliu still follows the plot and successfully becomes the biggest enemy of the protagonist in this life. The plot can perfectly follow the previous arrangement of "The Beautiful and Tragic Series: The Domineering Young Master is Long Aotian. In the bloody novel, the little girl who is biased and spoiled actually ran away with 108 fetuses".

In this way, the plot can enter the normal track, and Song Yin's eyes are likely to see light again.

Mu Qingliu doesn't mind having another dead enemy. Anyway, he has never cared much about the so-called fate.

It's just...

Long Yancheng's head was rumbling due to the continuous thunder, and he couldn't hear what Mu Qingliu said at all. He was completely at risk to tell his master about the current miserable situation.

Mu Qingliu changed his words and said, "I said you hold on for another five minutes, I'll be there soon."

Long Yancheng shouted through the noisy thunder, "Is five minutes enough? Master?!!"

Mu Qingliu hung up the phone.

He was getting angrier.

Mu Qingliu blew a handful of air into the air, thinking more and more hatefully.

I want to create a contest between you and me, the righteous and the villains, not to let you talk too much and create a conflict between me and my wife!

Isn't this more painful than killing him!

Mu Qingliu's secretary Shen Gao received the order and quickly rushed to Mu's house.

Mu Qingliu contacted him first and told him about the tools he needed, and it would be better if they were airlifted over as soon as possible.

Then he turned on the TV. Now all major media platforms are competing to report the tragic situation of the Phantom Building.

The lightning flashed like a meteor that had lost its thread. It was eye-catching when it appeared, and when it collided with the top of the building, it showed its overwhelming power.

Fortunately, it was the early morning working hours, and there were not many people entering the company. In addition, when Long Yancheng went up, he had already told the rest of the people to evacuate the building quickly.

The most unfortunate thing was that

now there was only one person left on the top floor of the entire Phantom Building.

Song Yin! Wife!

The top floor of the building was filled with white smoke and lightning. No reporter could get close, let alone have eyes to find Song Yin walking alone in the smoke.

There was no time to waste.

Mu Qingliu took off his clothes while walking, and returned to his private cloakroom. He took out a mysterious equipment from the innermost shelf, and after taking off his suit completely, he put on the custom-made tights in the equipment.

The helicopter that came to pick him up quickly applied for the right to fly in the city. Mu Qingliu jumped onto the lowered helicopter cabin. Shen Gao reached out and pulled him, but Mu Qingliu dodged.

"It's okay, help me connect to Song Yin first."

This was not the first time that Mu Qingliu did dangerous sports. It was already common for him to go back and forth between the violently swaying helicopters.

On the contrary, things that had already been boring for a long time, now because of the fluctuations in emotions, have added a little excitement for no reason.

Mu Qingliu put on noise-canceling headphones, sat down in his seat swiftly, and fastened his seat belt.

Shen Gao held a laptop and gestured to Mu Qingliu on how to cross the lightning-intensive area, approach the Phantom Building, and finally rescue the young lady trapped in it.

None of the plans Shen Gao proposed were good enough, and Mu Qingliu held his breath and concentrated with a gloomy look.

He gestured to Shen Gao, "The Phantom Building is a ten-story building 31.7 meters high. No matter how you get in, you have to bypass the most densely lightning-intensive part first."

And the most densely lightning-intensive place is exactly the center point where Song Yin is.

Mu Qingliu said, "Let the helicopter rise to a distance of 210 meters, and then I will jump down from this area."

He used his finger to draw a circle at the location of an office building in the aerial view of the capital.

"The maximum distance for low-altitude parachuting is 100 meters. I need to bring some of the gliding distance, and I estimate that I can land at the designated location. The best altitude is 210 meters."

Shen Gao was simply stunned.

He was one of the few people who knew that his boss had done extreme sports for a year, but at that time, Mu Qingliu was always able to remain relatively rational in silence. It was

completely different from what he saw now. It felt like countless and suppressed madness was raging in Mu Qingliu's eyes.

Shen Gao wanted to stop him.

Especially extreme low-altitude flying requires a good field of vision and high environmental requirements.

If Mu Qingliu jumped down, it would mean that he would need to travel back and forth in the lightning to avoid the risk of being hit.

Mu Qingliu told him to shut up, then pulled out the flight equipment he had placed in the helicopter. He didn't want to say another word about the danger.

Instead, he repeatedly emphasized, "If you really care about my life or death, just connect Song Yin's watch phone."

Shen Gao saw that he had made up his mind, and he was as stubborn as Mount Tai, and even ten Tyrannosaurus Rex couldn't pull him back.

After all, who made Mr. Mu's wife still in danger?

If this is not true love, how much true love can there be in this world?

Song Yin's phone kept getting disconnected, not because he didn't want to answer, but because Song Yin himself was scared.

Although he couldn't sense the existence of the bubble of complaints, the flashing lightning, the stinging smoke, and the shaking under his feet were all real.

The watch strap on my wrist loosened and fell to the ground.

The little vegetable muttered in his heart.

[How terrible! I am scared to death!] 99+

[Where did the lightning come from? Where am I now?]

[Why didn't Lightning go find the damn protagonist and strike down the deceitful ghost Wen Yancheng...Long Yancheng! ]

[Crying.JPG] 999+

The dark black flock of crows grew at an alarming rate, as if circling and rising from around Song Yin, and then disintegrated in the thunder and lightning.

The scene was in chaos for a moment.

Until Song Yin heard the sound of his watch phone, faintly hidden under the noise, even smaller than the last gasp of a dying

person. The little vegetative person had already been lying on the ground, crawling and moving his body. He was timid to begin with, and was also troubled by the affairs of the protagonist and the villain. The mental storm gathered in his heart had already appeared in front of people with a million-fold effect.

Song Yin crawled on the ground for a while, and felt that the sound of the watch seemed to be farther away.

Climb again, it was closer.

Climb again, it was farther away.

His hands were rubbed by the broken stones on the roof and the skin was broken. When he moved his legs, the thin pants on his legs were torn, and his knees were rubbed by the sharp stones and bleeding.

He was now a blind man groping in the dark.

Song Yin finally remembered that he put the Bluetooth headset in his pocket every day. He

was happier than discovering the real God. He quickly took out the Bluetooth headset and inserted it into his ear canal, and connected the phone.

"Hello!" Before Shen Gao could answer, Mu Qingliu, who was fully equipped, had already snatched away the communication equipment and shouted, "Xiao Yin, are you still on the top floor?"

Song Yin trembled and shouted, "I don't know where I am. It's so noisy all around. I feel like I'm going to be struck by lightning."

That's right.

Song Yin shouted into the phone, "I don't want to talk to you, Mu Qingliu, you big liar, you lied to me so badly!"

Mu Qingliu looked very serious, watching the helicopter about to fly into the reserved area.

He gave Shen Gao a look.

Shen Gao was like a smart person, quickly locating the cell phone of the little vegetative man on the computer.

Almost in the next second, Song Yin's location was confirmed. He was in the southwest corner of the Phantom Building. However, the Phantom Building was already riddled with holes at this moment. It was definitely not a good place for people to stay.

Mu Qingliu took a deep breath and said calmly, "Song Yin, do you love me?"

Song Yin was completely in the center of a complex emotional turmoil in his heart at this time. He said angrily and angrily, "Do you think I love you because you are a liar? You deceived me so badly, and I was like a fool, worried that you would meet Long Yancheng. I was still stupid enough to think that you would listen to me."

"Mu Qingliu, you big villain, since you are so smart, even the protagonist is willing to listen to you and deceive me with you."

"Is my like, my love that important?"

"Mu Qingliu, do you have a heart? Aren't you a patient with emotional apathy? You, a big villain, can play with everyone in the world in the palm of your hand, and you still care about the love of a mere vegetable like me?"

"Please don't play tricks on me, okay? I really hate being played tricks by others, by you! I just hate it to death!"

...

Mu Qingliu's acquiescence made him sad, and an indelible sense of pain made Song Yin disheartened. His limbs, which had finally recovered their health, were suddenly frozen and unable to move. The

strong numbness made the little vegetative person curl up somewhere in an unknown direction, unable to move at all.

He lost his parents at an early age and grew up pitifully in a family atmosphere without warmth. Even children of seven or eight years old could ride on his head and play.

"I am just a poor worm-like vegetative person. You will not feel any satisfaction by playing with my feelings."

Song Yin cried so hard. This was the second time he painfully confessed his inner feelings after becoming a vegetative person.

Small people also have their own joys and sorrows.

He never dared to really like Mu Qingliu, because he always knew his identity and value.

He was a cannon fodder who could not survive a chapter or a sentence.

However, could he really control himself from liking Mu Qingliu?

Are vegetative people dead and unworthy of normal people's breathing, normal people's dreams, and normal people's emotions?

Song Yin was so tired and in pain, and his tears could not stop flowing.

Mu Qingliu quietly waited for him to vent, and then he said softly, "It's over."

"Xiao Yin, how did the villain die in the end?"

"Jumped off the building, right?"

"I didn't want to die too ugly, so I took the initiative to approach Long Yancheng, but actually, I'm not afraid of death at all."

"I'm just afraid that you'll hide from me like you are now."

"Xiao Yin, remember, I am emotionally apathetic, but I also have the same rights that a normal person should have." "

I want to live with you, take walks, look at the stars and the sea, and make love, all the time. I want you to stand in front of me healthy, just like I only look at you every day, and you can also look back at me with an expression."

...

"I am willing to jump from this height for you, and use this jump to fulfill the ending that this book has written for me."

After speaking, Mu Qingliu opened his arms, like a sturdy bird, and plunged into the gray lightning and thunder.