Chapter 65

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On the other side of the house, after hearing the sound of the car driving away, Lu Qiran, lying on the bed, immediately opened his eyes and sat up.

Bai jisen likes himself. Lu Qiran suddenly realizes this.

"Ha ha, the famous" blood "was disturbed by a little white face's kiss?" The man's voice rang out, the window didn't know when it was open, and the night wind raised the white curtain.

Lu Qiran quickly got down from the bed and knelt down to the window: "Lord."

"Well, you know me." A shadow jumped in from the window, wearing a mask that has not changed for thousands of years. This is the dark king, the leader of the black organization.

"All the lives of his subordinates belong to the dark king," Lu Qiran said with a sneer. "It's easy for the Lord to take them whenever he wants to."

Of course, the dark king listened to the words of Lu Qiran, but he was not angry. Lu Qiran was just a dog he kept, but he was a little fierce. He would not care about it with his dog.

"I heard you went to the island."

"Yes, my subordinates want to exercise their skills so that they can kill the Falcon with one blow." Lu Qiran answered truthfully.

The dark king nodded with satisfaction and went out from the room of Lu Qiran.

The footstep stops suddenly, the facial expression under the mask is a little indescribable, shocked! This woman's face is so familiar!

Dark king carefully looked at Xia Weilu who was sleeping on the sofa. He felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart. However, he could not help but slowly approached Xia Weilu who was sleeping in front of him. Then the dim moonlight sprinkled from the window looked at her face carefully, and the cold eyes gradually became soft.

Xia Weilu lies on the sofa in deep sleep, her long hair is scattered on the sofa, her slim skirt outlines her charming curve, her low chest collar slightly exposed chest is very attractive and lovely with her breath. With her delicate facial features and white smooth skin, she looks like a sleeping beauty goddess in the hazy moonlight.

The sleeping Xia Weilu's face gently closed her eyes, and her expression was a little smile, as if she was too excited to meet her old friend Lu Qiran. Even if she fell asleep, her cheeks still had a happy aftertaste.

The dark king looked at Xia Weilu in front of him. He didn't speak for a long time. He just gazed at the sleeping beautiful woman quietly. However, compared with the calm on the surface of dark king, his heart has already been full of waves.

Why? Why is this woman so much like her?

At this time, the once invincible dark king finally showed a different look. His eyes changed from cold to mild, and then to the present sadness and missing. However, these expressions were covered under his cold iron face.

At the next moment, the dark king bent down slightly and stretched out his right hand, which was trembling slightly. It seemed that he wanted to touch Xia Weilu's gentle sleeping face

"Well, dawn... Xiaomo."

At this time, Xia Weilu suddenly gently opened her lips and murmured in a low voice. Then she slowly turned over and lay on her side on the bed. She continued to sleep sweetly and didn't wake up at all.

And because of Xia Weilu's unconscious movement, the dark king's right hand suddenly stopped in the air. After half a moment, the dark king slowly took back his right hand and straightened up. No one can see that the dark king under the iron face has recovered his usual indifference. He looks down at Xia Weilu lying on the bed without saying a word for a long time. Finally, he turns around silently and disappears in the room like a shadow.

... the cold night wind blows against the dark king's ferocious iron face, and the dark windbreaker integrated with the night is made to hunt by the wind. The dark king is like a wisp of ghost in the night, lurking in the shadow of all things.

Power, organization, money, stratagem, all those things that once haunted the dark king's heart have disappeared. Now, the only woman in his heart is Xia Weilu, the one who makes him extremely surprised and miss, Lu Qiran's old friend.

Her eyebrows and eyes, her lips, her nose, her long hair, are like the person you are dreaming of! Power, money and subordinates are not worth mentioning now. If you can be embraced by this person and nestled beside her, you will go back to do whatever you want.

The underworld hero, who dominates the party and calls the wind and the rain, is the mysterious dark king. Now he finally takes off all his defenses when he is alone. His eyes under the iron face look up at the full moon gently and fragile. Xia Weilu's figure in his heart gradually coincides with the woman. The dark king can't help but whisper and sigh.

"Mother."

Dark king for Xia Weilu dark king without a trace of lust and heart, some just nostalgia and nostalgia for the past.

The breath out of control of the dark king is breathing heavily, and his chest is bullying violently. His eyes, which used to make people shiver, are now very soft and sad. If someone sees the dark king under the iron face, he will be surprised. This is the cruel dark king in people's hearts, This is a fragile middle-aged man missing his mother.

The bright full moon is like a white magic mirror, which reminds the dark king of his childhood. At that time, he was still called "Wen Zai Bei", only eight years old.

Tang Xiaoxu, Wen's mother in the north, is a gentle and virtuous person and a gentle and honest mother. Since childhood, his mother has been Wen's closest friend in the north. And his incompetent father is addicted to gambling, ten gambling nine lose, every time he loses, he goes to drink too much, and when he comes home drunk, he beats Tang Xiaoxu.

Tang Xiaoxu works very hard. She works very hard in the cruel society to raise the underage Wen Zaibai. A helpless and unskilled woman with her children works hard in this society and tries to repay the debt that makes people desperate.

In this year, only Wen Zaibei and his mother knew how hard it was. Even if only one year, the mother and the son have tasted all kinds of bitterness and suffering in the world.

But even so, Tang Xiaoxu never thought of abandoning him.

From that moment on, Wen vowed to make her mother happy and give her the best in this life.

However, when Wen was nine years old in the north, Tang Xiaoxu couldn't bear the burden of life and married another man again. Wen was crying in the north and begged her not to leave, but Tang Xiaoxu closed his eyes and left ruthlessly.

Wen looked at the full moon in the north, as if reflecting the fire and smoke of that day.

There's a fire in the house, and it's a big fire. The fire mixed with thick black smoke quickly engulfed the whole building. Wen was afraid in the north. He went out nearby and rushed home immediately. His mother had already left, and he had only one father left.

When isothermal returned home in the north, it was all over. His father had become a twisted black charred corpse, and a group of people came out beside him, "are you his son?"

"What do you want to do?" Young Wen is looking at each other timidly in the north.

After that, Wen was brought back by the black organization in the north, climbed in the blood pool, slept in the mass grave, and finally climbed to the highest point and called himself the dark king.