Lu Shirong approached the bed and glanced at the man lying in the black blood, looking fierce and yelling. His gentle and handsome face was full of disgust.
Zhao Yiting suddenly stopped yelling, got up from the ground and knelt on his knees, holding the edge of the bed with both hands, his eyes stained with black blood were empty and lifeless.
As if he smelled Lu Shirong's breath, he faced his direction and shouted urgently: "Xiao Lansheng, Xiao Lansheng!"
"Here you are, stop howling."
Lu Shirong frowned, and anyone could hear the disgust in his words.
However, when Zhao Yiting heard the response, he was so moved that he cried.
Black blood was washed away by tears, and two black streaks slid down his face.
In this situation, the man who was nearly 1.9 meters appeared to be as aggrieved as a child, with a full sense of disobedience.
Zhao Yiting's hands, stained with black blood, grasped the edge of the sheets with all his strength, and his voice was sad and sad: "Master, I am going to make amends with my wife. You must live well."
"Yeah." Lu Shirong's expression was indifferent, and his whole body had a cold and distant temperament.
Looking carefully, the corners of his lips slightly raised uncontrollably.
Lu Shirong stepped on the black blood under his feet and walked steadily to Zhao Yiting's side.
"Xiao Langsheng, I'm sorry for you!"
Zhao Yiting suddenly roared and choked up.
Before he died, he shouted out the apology that had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years and tortured him every day.
Back then, if he hadn't taken the initiative to contact the Lu family in Nanhuai City, his wife would not have sacrificed her own life in exchange for Xiao Langsheng's chance to get rid of the Xiao family.
The corners of Lu Shirong's raised lips stiffened slightly, and the expression in his eyes instantly turned cold, and he subconsciously looked at Lu Tianxi opposite.
The latter lowered his eyes slightly, making it impossible to detect any emotion.
Zhao Yiting's vision was blurry. He raised his head and saw the shadow of Lu Shirong standing next to him.
The other party's face was full of oriental classical perfection, and he saw the expressionless young man in white standing in a pool of blood more than ten years ago.
He stood up suddenly, stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
"Don't be afraid Lan Sheng, I will take you away!"
Lu Tianxi's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the scene in front of him with disbelief.
Lu Shirong's narrow eyes were slightly sunken, his brows were furrowed, and his face was forbearing and cold.
He suddenly met Lu Tianxi's eyes.
The two looked at each other for a long time, speechless.
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There was a weird awkward atmosphere in the air.
At this moment, he couldn't explain what he was feeling, Lu Tianxi just felt like running away.
The uncontrollable anger in her heart made her want to use up the two hands holding her uncle.
But at this moment, the door behind him was opened.
Lu Lin, Lu Yiwen, and Lu Xiaohui stood outside the door stunned when they saw the scene inside the house.
Lu Lin patted his forehead and murmured to himself with a disillusioned expression: "The door opened violently. Why did I see someone hugging my fourth uncle?"
His fourth uncle has a mysophobia and cannot tolerate physical touching by others.
Whether Zhao Yiting is crazy or not, he is not afraid of being deposed.
Lu Yiwen stared at the exciting and explosive scene in the room with bright eyes.
I don't know what she was thinking, but her expression gradually became abnormal.
Lu Xiaohui's mouth opened wide in shock, his expression was shocked and a little confused.
Lu Tianxi couldn't bear it, and couldn't bear that her brother-in-law, Flower of the High Mountain, was taken advantage of like this, so he rushed forward and kicked Zhao Yiting away.
She gritted her teeth and roared: "You are awakening your superpowers, not the wretchedness in your heart!"
This kick completely woke the person up.
Zhao Yiting's body was protected by an invisible wind, and he sat lightly on the ground.
The pain in his body gradually disappeared, his mind began to regain consciousness, and the black blood on his forehead slid down from his sweat.
Zhao Yiting felt sticky on his face.
He wiped it with the back of his hand and found that the back of his hand was pitch black, as if someone had splashed ink on it.
Zhao Yiting was surprised and asked: "W-what's going on?"
He wasn't bitten by a zombie and was about to die.
Lu Yiwen walked into the room, smiled and joked: "That's awesome, Captain Zhao! I didn't know you were so bold."
She jokingly looked back and forth between her fourth uncle and Zhao Yiting.
What is this all about?
Zhao Yiting said he didn't understand a word.
He turned his attention to Lu Shirong, who was being protected by Lu Tianxi behind him: "Fourth Master——"
As soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Yiting's eyes froze.
Lu Shirong's cold, temperatureless eyes and the two dark marks on his waist were clearly reflected in his eyes.
Zhao Yiting's expression was frightened and uneasy, and he lowered his head to check his arms.
As expected, there were traces of rubbing on the inner sides of both arms, and they perfectly matched the marks on Lu Shirong's body.
My life is over!
Zhao Yiting felt that he might as well die now.
Lu Shirong's forehead veins stretched out, his cold eyes fixed on Zhao Yiting, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body.
His emotions gradually began to lose control, and a terrifying and dangerous aura surged around him.
The moment Lu Tianxi turned around, the tight and dangerous pressure quickly subsided again.
This scene fell in the eyes of Lu Lin and the others, and they could be said to admire him very much.
People who have the ability to control their emotions must have a very strong heart.
Lu Tianxi looked at Lu Shirong's coat that was stained black, frowned and said displeased: "The clothes are dirty."
"Yes." Lu Shirong responded lightly.
He took off his coat quickly and naturally, and threw it to the ground.
Lu Shirong felt a lot more comfortable in his heart. He glanced at Lu Lin and the others with his eyes as silent as ink: "What do you want?"
Lu Lin corrected his attitude and said with a serious expression: "The Yan family's bodyguards have all been dealt with. I promise that what happened today will not be known to outsiders."
Zhao Yiting was bitten by a zombie. Not only did he not turn into a zombie, but he awakened his superpower.
If this matter spreads, the Lu family will definitely be in crisis.
Yan Yunyun is already dead, and there is no need to keep the bodyguards she brought alive.
Lu Shirong nodded and said thoughtfully: "Except Zhao Yiting was bitten, tell Yan Yunyun exactly what he did to Yan Maoshan."
Lu Lin: "Okay, I'll send someone out right now."
Lu Yiwen took her brother's arm and walked to Zhao Yiting, who was still slumped on the ground with a blank expression.
With a straight face, she ordered her brother: "Xiaohui, apologize to Captain Zhao!"
Lu Xiaohui's face was full of apology and guilt, and he leaned towards Zhao Yiting: "Captain Zhao, I'm sorry, it's all me who has caused you trouble."
Zhao Yiting pretended to be frightened and waved his hands and said, "No, I'm just a part-time worker."
Outsiders would believe this if they heard it.
Lu Yiwen knew that Zhao Yiting was the person that her fourth uncle trusted the most.
The other party suddenly appeared eight years ago and directly joined Lu's security company, climbing up from the bottom with his strength.
This person has an unstable temper and an unruly temperament, making it difficult to integrate into the group.
Until later, his presence was indispensable in all important tasks.
Only then did the Lu family realize that Zhao Yiting was more respected and trusted by Lu Shirong than the security captain Xiang Xilin.
In this apocalyptic crisis, the moment he suspected Xiang Xilin of betraying the Lu family, Lu Shirong immediately called Zhao Yiting and quickly made various responses.
