Zhou Younong slowly raised his thin eyelids.
"How dare you dream of her?" He sneered, "Have you ever looked in the mirror? You really are a bit ugly."
Yamamoto was furious and gritted his teeth, "Asshole! I won't let you go!"
"Maybe in the next life."
The young man smiled coldly and slowly pulled the trigger.
With a dull gunshot, Yamamoto fell to the ground with his eyes wide open with ferocious resentment.
Zhou Younong put his index and middle fingers together, flicked the dust off his shoulders, and stood up gracefully and politely. "Tsk, it's really not worth it to sacrifice the life of someone like you."
The Japanese soldier guarding outside with a gun heard the gunshot, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door open and went in.
But apart from Yamamoto lying on the ground in the room, where was Zhou Younong's clothes?
The soldiers quickly sounded the alarm.
Zhou Younong sat in the car, his slender fingers lifting the curtain on the car window. He murmured, "Have you collected the evidence?"
Xiang Cheng's tone became much happier, "Okay!"
"Well, international military aid will take at least three days to reach China." Zhou Younong propped his chin up with his hand and pointed casually with his fingertips. "You can't be sure they'll get angry and burn everything down."
The cold light in the car shone on the young man's superior and delicate facial features, making his skin appear even colder and whiter.
He half-closed his eyes and looked lazy.
Xiang Cheng asked worriedly, "What should we do, Third Master?"
"What else can we do?" Zhou Younong sat up straight. "We must protect Shangjing at all costs. Drive."
After he finished speaking, he also found it funny, and he put his finger on his chin and laughed uncontrollably for a long time. "In the past, I wished that Shangjing would be destroyed. I never thought that one day I would say such words."
Xiang Cheng also smiled, "Third Master cares about the world."
The young man curled his lips lazily, "You're wrong. I'm not concerned about the world. The upheaval and destruction of the world has nothing to do with me. I just want to give Shushu a peaceful and prosperous world."
He didn't want her to be forced into war or to be away from her homeland.
Zhou Younong just wants her to be safe and happy.
He took some time to meet Pan Shu, but the timing was unfortunate as Meng Jingyue was also there.
The frail young man in the wheelchair looked pale, as if he would fall down if the wind blew. Zhou Younong looked away in disappointment.
Sickly child.
"What are you talking about?" Zhou Younong leaned against the door, a small part of the sunlight sprinkled on his eyelashes, and a shadow fell on his eyelids. He asked this question to Meng Jingyue, but his eyes were on Banshu from beginning to end.
The gentle smile on Meng Jingyue's lips faded slightly.
He asked in return, "What's the matter, Master Zhou San?"
Zhou Younong looked at Pan Shu deeply and said, "I have something to talk to her about."
"Oh?" Meng Jingyue asked knowingly, "Master Zhou San wants me to stay away? But if I remember correctly, I am Shushu's legitimate husband... On what grounds does Master San say this?"
Zhou Younong ignored him and just looked at Banshu silently.
The thick eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Shushu, look at him."
Complain.
So childish.
Pan Shu chuckled, her beautiful and clear eyebrows slightly curved, "If you have anything to say, just say it here."
There is no need to avoid Meng Jingyue.
After all, Meng Jingyue looked much more pitiful than Zhou Younong.
He was already weak and his skin was even paler. He just pursed his lips and looked at Pan Shu stubbornly, looking fragile and vulnerable.
——Sick beauty.
Panshu thought.
Zhou Younong felt a little regretful.
I haven't beaten the other party. I have met my match.
He didn't have much time, so he paused for two seconds. His cold and low voice, wrapped in the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, inexplicably made Pan Shu's heart tremble. She vaguely heard the man sigh helplessly, "Hold me."
"Um?"
The young man made a provocative "tsk" sound, but he had a cool and handsome appearance, and his eyes and eyebrows looked even more vivid.
Like a demon, a fallen Buddha.
"I told you I wanted to talk to you alone," he licked his lips, his eyes flickering, "I'm so sorry for hurting Young Master Meng."
The young man said arrogantly, "Sorry, your wife, I like it too."
Panshu was shocked.
She didn't expect Zhou Younong to be so shameless.
"Zhou Younong." Pan Shu smiled, "Speak human language."
There are almost no people who dare to speak to Zhou Younong like this, and even if there are, they have all gone to hell.
But when he heard this, he didn't get angry, instead he smiled ingratiatingly.
"Shushu, give me a hug." If I don't hug her now, I'm afraid I won't have another chance.
He didn't say that either.
He just shamelessly opened his arms and raised his eyebrows at Panshu.
The ink-black eyes stared at her quietly.
There was a frightening emotion in his eyes.
The young man stepped forward and hugged her gently. His delicate and sharp jaw rested against the top of Ban Shu's hair, rubbing it gently. He forced a smirk and said, "I haven't asked you this before, do you still hate me?"
Without waiting for Pan Shu to answer, he continued, "I'm very jealous of Meng Jingyue. I wish he were dead. I really wanted him dead that day, but you cried, and I couldn't bear it."
"Zhou Younong..."
"If hatred can make you remember me longer than love, it's okay to hate me."
Zhou Younong's beautiful rosy lips moved slowly, and he spoke each word with a serious tone, "Don't forget me."
He quickly let her go.
Pan Shu raised her eyelids and looked at him.
Zhou Younong waved at her and said, "I have something else to do. I'll leave first."
The young man left in a panic and eagerness without looking back once.
Pan Shu stared at the thin layer of osmanthus flowers on the ground for a few seconds, blinking slowly, "He will be alive..."
The voice was very soft, and it was unclear whether he was asking Meng Jingyue or himself.
Meng Jingyue looked in the direction Zhou Younong left, then raised his eyes to glance at the gloomy sky. He silently held Banshu's cold hand and said, "Don't be afraid."
The girl's face turned pale.
"It's not like I don't know everything."
Meng Jingyue remained silent, but his face became even paler.
…
Three days later.
With the last gunshot, international military aid arrived.
Zhou Younong let go of the gun in his hand exhaustedly, and his moon-white brocade gown was stained with blood.
He vaguely heard the little girl calling him.
"Zhou Younong!"
"Zhou Younong..."
"Zhou Younong, where are you?"
The girl stepped on the skeletal corpse, and her hot tears slid down her cheeks into her neck and disappeared without a trace.
Everyone was cheering.
She was the only one crying, desperate, sad, and out of place with her surroundings.
"This traitor Zhou Younong still has some conscience. He hasn't forgotten where his roots are!"
"Yeah, he deserves to die now. Who made him help Japan deal with us before?!"
"Good death!"
“It’s really satisfying!”
The huge and well-prepared Japanese army was completely annihilated by Zhou Younong and his men.
And Zhou Younong——
The so-called traitors also died in this war.
Is there anything more gratifying than this?
The girl wiped her tears and called out the three words "Zhou Younong" over and over again, turning over the bloody corpses one by one. Suddenly, her fingertips trembled.
The whole person was stunned.
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