Birds chirping filled with water vapor, slapping the windows, it was dawn.
The morning sun was quite dazzling. Two sharp golden lights penetrated through the gaps in the brown curtains, like two sharp knives thrust into Wang Qingyun's eyes.
He struggled to open his eyes and looked at Luo Xue, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. He felt a little dizzy. Was he helping others, or was he worse than a beast?
His eyes gently passed over Luo Xue's fair face, and there was a layer of golden and alluring light on it. Wang Qingyun was fascinated by it. With a beautiful woman in his arms, how could he not do something?
Chirp——
A touch of moisture flew over the delicate body, and he licked his lips.
This is my young master’s temper.
With a groan, Luo Xue changed her sleeping position and turned her head to the other side.
Wang Qingyun got out of bed gently, fried a plate of stinky tofu in the kitchen, dropped a note not to go to work, and left Luo Xue's house.
Click——
The moment the security door closed, a pair of watery, spring-like eyes opened and looked at the empty space on the other side of the pillow.
"You bastard, I'm taking advantage of you..."
Wang Qingyun did not go home, but came to the door of the Meng brothers' house.
This is a two-story bungalow facing the street. There are two parking spaces in the yard. Next to the parking spaces, there is a dense pomegranate tree that two people can hug.
The folds of the bark tell its long history, and the red flowers on the tree are like gentle elves, swaying in the wind.
"Woof!"
A fierce barking sound came from the door, and when he looked closely, he saw a black Dorado hound looking at him menacingly.
"Woof-woof-woof!"
Purebred Dorado hounds generally only appear in the military. This is a local dog with extremely high IQ and excellent coordination ability.
There is a saying in the Tao: One Dorado is a dog, three Dorados are a wolf, and a group of Dorados is a pride of lions.
"Heibei, don't scream, we don't have anything to steal." A bold shout came from the half-open room.
Dorado closed his mouth when he heard his master's shout, but he still stared at Wang Qingyun's neck with vigilance. Under the finger-wide gray eyelids, his round eyes were full of murderous intent.
Knowing how to bite the neck, it is obvious that this is a well-trained Dorado war dog that has been on the battlefield.
Seeing the dog, Wang Qingyun couldn't help but think of Meng Song. He was obviously capable and ruthless, but he was willing to waste his life in the moment. Just like the Dorado in front of him. He should have dominated the battlefield and drank blood, but now he was beaten by a stick. An iron chain is tied around the throat of fate and it becomes a watchdog.
Wang Qingyun slowly approached until he squatted in front of Dorado. From the black back's eyes, he saw naked murderous intent. At the same time, he also saw a trace of anger towards his master for confining him, otherwise he would be able to jump up even if he wanted to. , biting off the neck of the person in front of him and drinking blood.
"How about I open the chain for you?" Wang Qingyun whispered.
Animals also understand human nature. The shame represented by the word chain made Black Back extremely angry. He remembered his master's words and did not cry out, but jumped up suddenly and opened his mouth to bite.
Wow——
The chain slid the hollow door, making a squeaking sound.
Dorado was pulled back by the chain when he was mid-flying, and fell heavily to the ground.
Mengsong heard the noise and walked out of the house unhappy: "Who is it!"
"Brother Song, it's me!"
Meng Song looked at Wang Qingyun at the door in surprise. Didn't this kid go to Wenrou Township yesterday and got up so early?
"Qingyun, what's the matter? Come here and come home quickly. Hei Bei is obedient and won't bite."
Seeing his master greeting strangers eagerly, Dorado bared his teeth at Wang Qingyun, then turned back to lie down in his kennel. The majestic ferocity he had just now disappeared in an instant, becoming slow and helpless, as if This is its destiny.
Wang Qingyun pointed at the black back on the ground: "Brother Song, can you give this Dorado to me? I haven't eaten black dog meat yet?"
Beating a dog depends on the owner. In front of the owner, if Wang Qingyun wanted to stew the black dog into soup, it would be really bullying, like a thorn piercing Mengsong's sleepy heart.
The man who had been smiling just now suddenly had his eyes focused, pressing towards Wang Qingyun with oppression.
"Qingyun, Heibei and I have a very good relationship. Pay attention to what you say."
If he hadn't been worried about his elder brother, Wang Qingyun's words alone would have been enough for Mengsong to cripple him.
"Brother Song, what I said is true. Keeping Dorodo here as a guard dog is indeed not as good as me making soup;
What's the difference between eating a meal and being full, just like you, staying in this house all day, and being a watchdog? "
"Woof!" Heibei couldn't understand the words, but he could feel Wang Qingyun's ridicule to his master and shouted angrily.
Although Meng Song heard something in Wang Qingyun's words, he was insulted by such a little brat. The people he killed at the border back then were higher than Wang Qingyun in a stack. This brat dared to speak so brazenly that he beat him first.
The iron door opened, and Mengsong strode forward with a powerful punch.
He secretly thought that he would only exert half of his strength, and at most his muscles would be strained, but he would not be able to hurt his body.
However, he was disappointed. The fist he threw out fell into the sea without making any waves, and was easily held by Wang Qingyun.
Meng Song looked over in surprise, and what he saw was that Wang Qingyun looked disgusted.
"Brother Song, you only have this little strength, you act like a girl, can't you do it anymore?"
grass! To leave you some room, you really think I don't dare to take action. Meng Song's eyes widened, and two hot fire breaths spurted out from his nose, just like an old cow before getting angry.
Meng Song used 80% of his strength this time, and made a tricky kick to his vaginal leg. He had already thought that if Wang Qingyun couldn't handle it, he would change his moves in the air and kick the kid's ass, causing him pain that would last ten and a half days.
"Snapped!"
His right leg was blocked by Wang Qingyun's heavy punch, and a numbness of power spread from the place where the fist and foot collided.
Mengsong's eyes became more solemn. Forget it if he failed the first time, he could still block his shot the second time.
It seems that the boy in front of me is not simple.
"Okay!"
Mengsong took half a step back and directly unleashed all his strength, frequently launching various killing moves.
The more they fought, the more frightened he became, his brows furrowed.
It's not that he can't afford to lose, it's that Wang Qingyun's strength is too terrifying. A small high school student has even surpassed himself as a special soldier. Has the world changed?
"Brother Song, it's my turn!"
As soon as Wang Qingyun finished speaking, he stomped on the ground and took action. A whirlwind turned. He flew sideways close to Mengsong, squeezed his elbow, rotated and tossed, and shot extremely cleanly.
"Bang!"
Mengsong was knocked to the side and flew off the wooden table. Smoke and dust rose up. The half-finger-thick wooden table was broken into several pieces and fell to the ground.
Mengsong looked at the wooden table on the ground in disbelief. The pain in his back from being hit told him that this was not a dream, but something that really happened. He, a soldier king, was completely tortured by a high school student!
What is happening to this world?
There must be a BUG!
Wang Qingyun stretched out his hand to pull Meng Song up and looked at him seriously:
"Brother Song, of course I won't really eat your dog. I just think that as a war dog, it would be too wasteful to guard the gate."
Meng Song stretched out his finger, pointed at Wang Qingyun, looked at it complicatedly, and after a long time, he sighed heavily: "Hey."
"So, you think, I am wasting too much in the courtyard?
Do you know why I withdraw and have to see a psychiatrist regularly? "
"Isn't it just to kill a foreign prisoner? What a big deal." Wang Qingyun was looking for someone to do something. How could he not do his homework?
Meng Feng was dragged down by his younger brother Meng Song. During the counterattack, his younger brother Meng Song privately executed the captured murderer because his teammates were seriously injured.
He was originally going to court-martial. It was only because of his outstanding military exploits and the words of his leader that he was able to keep his freedom. But from now on, he could never return to the green camp where he devoted all his life and vitality.
Do you regret it? No regrets!
Rules are rules, admit it when you are wrong, and stand upright when you are beaten. He has no complaints about this.
But the result is that the hero has no place to play, and he can only huddle in this hut.
Could it be that a man who killed his enemies and served his country should be allowed to play with those street gangsters? Stop being funny.
He promised that if he dared to do this, at least two green trucks would come from the district within three days to take him back and renovate him again.
"Qingyun, I don't know where you learned kung fu, but killing someone is not as simple as you think. I know what security company you told Sister Han, but I don't want to get involved in this matter."
Respect is earned by oneself. Wang Qingyun's fist is hard enough. Meng Song no longer treats him as a child. Looking at Wang Qingyun's eyes, there is no previous disdain and only caution.
The corner of Wang Qingyun's mouth curled up slightly: "Either follow me, or give me the dog to stew in soup. You choose one. If it doesn't work, you tattoo two pieces of trash on your forehead, and I will let you go!"
A short dagger shining with sharp silver light flew out of Mengsong's hand: "Wang Qingyun, don't push yourself too far!"
"Either be weak and obey orders, or be strong and survive independently. There will be no third way in this world!"
Wang Qingyun held a key in his hand, which he had taken from Meng Song's pocket during the fight.
"Mengsong, I'm not asking you if you are willing or not, I'm informing you about it!"
The wind rippled between the two of them, rustling the leaves.
Looking at the other party's young but resolute face, Meng Song felt mixed emotions in his heart. He was unfamiliar, surprised, and touched. Wang Qingyun gave him a "lesson" with a mature attitude that was not for his age.
These words were like a hand, gently pushing away some of the lost clouds that had been blocking his eyes.
Wang Qingyun put the last straw:
"Three months. When the time comes, if you want to quit, I won't stop you. Moreover, I will give you one million in hard work fees. Then it's up to you to open any boxing gym or whatever you want."
