He was originally a lover of European and American music, dabbling in both rock and folk, and the song "Desperado" is so famous. It was a song by the Eagles in 1973, and many mafia in Italy liked to play it on the radio when they were racing.

song.

"Where did the singing come from?" Nono also frowned slightly.

This song was a bit too weird, not because they couldn't find the source of the sound, but because Nono knew about the past between Chu Zihang and the man, and felt that this song was too... suitable for the scene in front of them.

Lu Mingfei looked up. For a moment, he thought whether Su Enxi or Jiude Mai were causing trouble, but this idea was immediately dismissed by him... If those two guys wanted to show up, they would have shown up long ago.

There's no need to be so fussy.

Why did you forget about that guy? Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

Something wet dripped onto Chu Zihang's shoulder, one after another. Chu Zihang didn't feel anything at first, because his shoulder was bitten by the man and was already numb from the pain.

But those things slid down his shoulders. They were cold at first, and then became warm. At first, Chu Zihang thought they were blood, but then his shoulders actually regained some feeling, because the man's bite force gradually became lighter.

Come down.

That's not blood, that's tears. Chu Zihang is sure that his shoulder no longer hurts so much and the blood will not flow more and more, but more and more things are rolling down from his shoulders. At first, he lost a drop or two, and then a line.

After two lines, Chu Zihang felt the body of the man in his arms begin to tremble.

"Does it hurt..." A voice came from my ear.

The long-lost voice, strange yet familiar, extremely hoarse.

"It doesn't hurt." Chu Zihang shook his head, because the injury was a bit large and involved the wounds on his shoulders and chest.

In fact, it hurts, but it doesn't hurt either. Compared with the scars in my heart...but the wounds in my heart are healing. Compared with the pain, the healing of the soul makes people don't have to care about other wounds.

"Silly son... you're hurt so badly, and you still say it doesn't hurt?" The man's voice was weak and hoarse, but as warm as in his memory, "I still love to show off as much as I did when I was a kid..."

Chu Zihang's face wrinkled slightly. In fact, he had a lot to say at this moment, but he was originally a person who was not very good at expressing himself. People who didn't know him well might think that he was cold and cool, but really

People who know him well know that he is not cold at all, he is just stubborn. In Lu Mingfei's words, he is stubborn, and in Fingel's words, he is stupid because of his horns.
Chapter completed!