bayedsolid Chapter 217 Su Ze: Now I just want to give him a big bidou
Chapter 217 Su Ze: Now I just want to give him a big bidou
Time was running out, so everyone went back to their rooms to change clothes.
Before leaving, Li Qingzhuo entrusted Su Ze to Lisa, asking her to take care of him. Lisa said she understood and asked them to go first, and she would bring people over when Su Ze's condition improved.
Before the group of people set off, news came from Germany asking Hong Kong to bring as many people as possible. More than a thousand people had gathered outside the old house, and the number was still increasing.
The Council of Elders, Jinquan, Tiexi, and Feishan families all sent people to temporarily stabilize the scene. If the situation gets out of control, the Lee family’s old house will probably be smashed.
Li Qingyan turned around and informed everyone to take their cubs and blood servants with them and follow him, leaving behind only the housekeeper, servants, guards, some female relatives and cubs.
When the Li family left, Su Ze was still not awake and was still sleeping in bed.
He felt that he had a particularly hard sleep. The floodgates of his memory were shattered, and some deeply buried fragments kept replaying in front of his eyes like a movie, making Su Ze feel strange and familiar. Are these the memories he lost?
Suddenly, a taller, more slender version of himself appeared in front of him. He looked noble but melancholy. Su Ze stared at the other person blankly, only to see him slowly open his eyes. His eyes were dull and calm like dead water, and after he opened them, he stared at him intently.
The young self and the middle-aged self stand on the same timeline, and in the wave of memories returning, the two people gradually merge into one.
After a while, Su Ze woke up. He looked at the strange yet familiar ceiling. He stood up and looked around the layout of the room. This was Li Qingzhuo's room.
He came back, and Li Qingzhuo actually changed him back.
There are so many thoughts, and each one of them is full of complexity.
I raised my hands. Now they are white, tender and delicate, not as rough as before. They really are the same as I was when I was 19 or 20 years old.
The person he wanted to see most now was Zuo, so he hurried out to look for him.
Hearing the knock on the door, Zuo opened it and after seeing who was outside, he called out, "Xiao Ze..."
Someone suddenly hugged A Zuo with such force that he pushed back repeatedly. A Zuo was confused and didn't know what had happened to make the other person so excited.
"Zuo, I'm back!" Su Ze's voice was a little hoarse.
Ah Zuo raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead: "The fever is gone."
Su Ze let him go and looked into those pure and clear eyes, "Zuo!"
A Zuo asked in confusion: "Xiao Ze, what's wrong with you?"
It was clearly Ozawa in front of him, but he had a strange feeling. Ozawa would never look at him with such a complicated and sad look.
Su Ze was silent for a while. He sat on the sofa after entering the house. After a long while, he asked, "Zuo, do you want to restore your memory?"
His heart skipped a beat, and then Zuo came to his senses and said affirmatively, "You have recovered your memory."
"Ah."
I saw him reaching for his magic ring and actually taking out a pack of cigarettes. He took out one skillfully, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a long stream of white smoke.
The whole person was curled up on the sofa with a sad and decadent expression. The red sparks flickered, and Su Ze was staring at the void with a distracted look in the smoke.
"Zuo, I remember now. We were both tortured to death by Kanako, but the cause was related to Li Qingzhuo. He and I have been together for so many years, but after all the twists and turns, I was still tricked by him to return to the Li family. This liar, he was the one who put me in danger, but he was also the one who saved me."
心里又爱又恨，爱恨交织，现在只想狠狠往李清濯那张欠揍的帅脸来上一巴掌。
Leaning on the sofa, I put the cigarette in my mouth and took a casual puff, letting the bitterness fill my lungs. I just hoped that the pain could ease the guilt brought by the return of my memories, but it was endless and could never be repaid in this lifetime.
A Zuo waved his hand, opened the window, turned back, took the cigarette from Su Ze's hand, walked to the window and put it out.
"Since it has happened, no matter how painful it is, it is my own experience. I will not escape. Come on."
Su Ze lowered his eyes slightly: "I thought about it, it's good that you can't remember."
"Stop talking nonsense, come on."
A Zuo has always been eager to restore his memory, he just didn't say it out loud, and still hopes to get back the missing memory.
Su Ze looked into his eyes and said, "Then we'll make the next decision after you recover."
Half an hour passed. The house was now filled with smoke. Two young men sat on the sofa, their faces hidden in the smoke. They both silently used cigarettes to ease the shock and pain brought about by the return of their memories.
Although I was prepared, I didn't expect it to be so heartbreaking.
Even though Kanako has been killed by everyone, thinking about the impact brought by this devil woman, it is simply a horror hunting game.
One after another, the two of them soon finished a pack of cigarettes. The cigarette butts in the cigarette box had already piled up like a mountain. Zuo suddenly remembered that Lisa was still at home.
"Go take a shower, Lisa doesn't like the smell of smoke."
Su Ze hummed but didn't move, and asked, "What should we do next?"
"Something happened at our house, we can't leave."
"Um"
Ah Zuo advised: "Don't tell the Madam yet, I'm afraid she will cry.
"Okay." Tears welled up in Su Ze's eyes, but he was stubborn and refused to let them fall.
"Kanako has been killed without a complete body, and we have indirectly avenged Seba's family." As Zuo said this, he raised his arm and wiped away the tears that were flowing out with his clothes, his eyes were red.
Su Ze said bitterly: "I will ask Luna for the bones of that crazy woman and scatter her ashes. From now on, I will never reconcile with Ye Jue who came out of there."
After returning from A Zuo's place, I took a bath and lay back on the bed listlessly. I stared at the closed curtains with melancholy, muttering to myself:
"Li Qingzhuo, you are a big idiot."
"Li Qingzhuo, you are such an idiot."
The days that followed emerged in his mind: Li Qingzhuo holding him in his arms to watch the moon, coaxing him to eat with soft voices in the restaurant, opening a blood bag and feeding it to him, and giving him a tender goodnight kiss when he went to sleep. These scenes did not seem fake.
"Li Qingzhuo, even if I kill you right now, you won't blame me, right?"
The situation in Germany has not been very good. When Lisa received a call from her son, who only reported good news but not bad news, she called Li Qingyan and forced Luther to reveal the specific situation to her.
“It hasn’t been attacked yet, and we have hundreds of people deployed every day to monitor the movements outside.
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The Elders Council distributed blood packs to calm people down.
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They are just deliberately stirring up trouble. These guys are asking for negotiations and trying to force the royal family to agree to their independence."
Lisa sneered:
"More than a thousand people want to attack Lee's family? Two thousand? CA0! We don't have that many people added together, you should go find external help.
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Werewolf? Wouldn't that cost money? If not, go find the priests of the Holy See. What? King Cisse doesn't like it.
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Aren’t they Night Lords? As long as they are Night Lords, they must accept the rule of the royal family.
The rules set by the royal family favor low-ranking Night Lords and restrain high-ranking Night Lords, so that even the lowest-ranking Night Lords have a meaning of existence. Do they want to go out and become independent, establish a country, and establish a slavery system?
Who wouldn't curse those who raise blood slaves now? Why are there still low-level Night Lords who are joining in the fun?"
"Filer brainwashed them."
Su Ze and A Zuo hid in the corner and listened to Lisa's voice. The situation in Europe seemed quite serious.
The two returned to the room to discuss a solution. Ah Zuo said, "Now our family is surrounded, and almost everyone we can take has gone."
Su Ze stood up and rummaged through Li Qingzhuo's bedside table, pulling out an old cell phone: "They have someone, let's find someone too."
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I don’t know what’s going on recently, but my small place can attract the “Big Buddha”.
This book was sentenced to "death" by Shizi from the very beginning, but I thought it didn't matter, at least I could finish writing one book and practice my structure and writing style.
I know the plot has been bland recently, and it's just a daily plot. People who are into sentimentality won't like my kind of thing, and won't watch it from the beginning.
Su Ze keeps crying and getting worse, and the plot is getting more and more unpleasant... Have you ever thought that the author is laying the groundwork in an unskilled way?
If you write B-king, it will be marked out in the copy. I won’t even avoid the subtle points here, but the copy will also write out the subtle points of some people.
There are indeed thousands of Shuangnan articles. I am a small author who writes for free. I am disgusted by it. This is not a threat to the authors here. Now I don’t even care about those who threaten to give me low stars.
I never argued with readers before. No matter how harsh the criticism in the book circle was, I wouldn’t even read it.
For my last book, people said it was a piece of shit, but I didn’t respond because I knew it wasn’t well written. When a book comes out, the author is the first to evaluate it, and he knows the answer well.
Including this one, just know that you are making progress.
Colleagues all mocked the author here as being a primary school student, and said the Shuang Nan article here was a piece of shit. We authors also made fun of ourselves, saying that writing about Shuang Nan now is like practicing against the will of heaven.
I admire those who can write. WOC writes so well!
Those who can't write will really fall to the center of the earth.
I can tell you clearly that Persimmon does not support Shuangnan. Not only does the author earn much less than the men's and romance novels next door, but the upper limit of the quantity is also visible at a glance. Most authors cannot make money if the data is not good.
Here, I would like to thank again all the cuties who gave me rewards and clicked on the love signal.
Many authors actually don’t have that many complaints. There is only one word in their minds: good writing can be ruined.
When not so many people read it, it made me realize that if your writing is not good, you are just a novice and should practice more.
I have also written about it on my homepage, and many topics are still in the queue, but Persimmon has had some "problems" recently, for a few days.
This makes me very confused. I can definitely continue writing, but my flesh and blood will be crushed into pieces and fed to the machine. I will also be crushed into pieces and fed to the machine.
The writers here are like rootless duckweed. Maybe tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow, they will be eliminated.
Individuals cannot resist the major trends, and we are all just a speck of dust in the torrent of history.
But the writer should have some character, let's take a look.
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He started to complain, but in fact he was pointing fingers at rotten persimmons.