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Chapter 251 I'm Not a Gay Sleeve

Big win one hundred and twenty-one years, April 15th.

Jin Zhuo, a military officer in charge of the household affairs of Dingzhou, and a group of spies were arrested, sentenced to death by beheading, and executed in public.

Jin Zhuo, a righteous and handsome man, explained the whole story honestly.

Jin Zhuo was once the son of a wealthy and powerful family. He had close ties with the aristocratic families in Nanying and even dreamed of being reused.

Ling Shumo's uprising in Dingzhou City was not what he wanted. But at that time, the capital of Nanying had fallen and its foundation was unstable. He had no choice but to stay and wait for an opportunity to act.

The secret operation of Nanying eunuch Gu Xiaoyu was obstructing the progress. As long as Dingzhou fell, he would be given high positions, generous salaries, and countless gold and silver.

The secret factory where Chen Xingyi worked was designed to disrupt this pool of spring water, steal city defense maps, burn empty account paintings, control the soldiers and households to post control signals, etc.

The executioner raised his knife and struck.

There was a cracking sound, and everyone's heads rolled to the ground.

A corner of the suburbs of Dingzhou City.

A stack of paper money was thrown into the fire as the executioner raised his knife.

Bai Wan looked at the name "Wang Sen" on the tombstone, as well as the many other names on the wooden plaques next to it, and continued to burn paper.

Although Dingzhou won the defensive battle, it also suffered countless casualties.

Bai Wan is a contradictory person. He has to remind himself that Fatty Wang and his group died for a good cause and he should not grieve too much.

He wanted to live every day without any worries, but he had to face the pressure from his surroundings. People with too many emotions are always more tired.

The wooden sign had Wang Sen’s face carved on it, with a fat and honest face, and a smile that looked like a sweet potato with its mouth cracked open.

This man was originally a pimp in a brothel. His mother was a prostitute and his father’s identity is unknown.

But this scoundrel and ruffian from Baiyun City joined the army when the city fell and eventually died on the battlefield.

Chen Xingyi stood nearby, clasped his hands together, and bowed toward the tombstone.

"Chen Er, you said Fatty Wang was so ugly, why did I think he was so handsome when he died?"

Bai Wan stroked the tombstone, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.

Chen Xingyi sighed: "He said he wanted to live a life of glory."

This is half true and half false, just conjecture and speculation.

For a man who has been an assassin since childhood, those years of gangster life almost occupied all his joys and sorrows, as well as brotherhood.

No one would take a ruffian's random wishes seriously.

The brotherhood, jokes, and deceptions during those years were so innocent and beautiful.

"He died so suddenly, and he never found a lover. Do you think I should paint him a beautiful woman, like the one for his wedding night?!"

Bai Wan smiled, but there seemed to be a bitter taste in her mouth, and her expression was lonely and patient.

"This..." Chen Xingyi frowned in sorrow and looked at the person next to him.

The sadder the boss is, the more he pretends to be indifferent and never tells his sorrow to others.

He immediately took the paper money and burned some of it.

This time, it was just the two of them who burned paper and offered sacrifices.

It was just because Wang Sen was their common brother, and their past was not something that others could understand, not even Ling Shumo knew much about it.

When the paper money was burned one by one, the heavy atmosphere around the two of them eased a little.

All I could hear was the sound of the wind.

Bai Wan was neither happy nor sad, and did not look at the person next to him.

"Do you know why I brought you to see Fatty Wang?"

Chen Xingyi said with emotion: "Boss, maybe you want me to be buried with Fatty."

"Ah……"

Bai Wan punched the guy as if he had heard some joke.

The light in his eyes is like the moon and the stars, with a bitter taste and loneliness.

"You changed the river course in the city defense map you gave Jin Zhuo. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to dig it open in advance and flood the enemy."

"You put a lot of good things in the residence of the military officer. You..."

Bai Wan looked at him steadily: "Since you don't want to work for him wholeheartedly, why don't you stop here?"

Chen Xingyi smiled and said, "Then Boss, why didn't you stop painting for Li Xiang?"

"Good on you boy!"

Bai Wan kept a sullen face and said nothing.

"I have never told you who my master is because I used to be in awe of him. Now, I just don't want to respect him anymore..."

Chen Xingyi's voice became deeper and deeper, and slower and slower as he spoke, and he even became less and less able to control the sobs in his mouth.

Then, he obviously didn't want to talk more, and even to Bai Wan, he felt there was nothing more to say.

Bai Wan looked at this man and felt that there was a familiar stubbornness in him.

The reason why he didn't ask Li Simeng for anything after he recovered his memory was because no matter what, Li Xiang had still raised him and taught him.

According to this logic, after we are even, we will never have any further contact with each other. I just want to live a good life and not torture myself.

The person behind Chen Xingyi today might be more complicated than the entanglement between himself and Li Simeng.

"Chen Er!" Bai Wan called him.

This man was diagnosed with being poisoned by Jade Powder, a chronic poison that caused him to be controlled and manipulated for a long period of time.

I'm afraid I've suffered a lot in these years.

Bai Wan put herself into the perspective of her elder brother and said earnestly:

"The Dark Factory is not a place to stay for long. If you are willing to leave, we will find a way to help you. Especially your poison..."

"Perhaps, Brother Qi Tu can also..."

Chen Xingyi held onto the tree trunk with his hands, his knuckles pale and weak, and asked coldly, "Why are we looking for him? Does he know medicine and can he detoxify?"

This man said in a resounding voice: "I am not a homosexual, I don't need him for anything."

Bai Wan looked at him, her fingertips turning white. You can talk about anything, except Luo Wenqi.

Chen Xingyi has said countless times that he is not gay!

After saying that, he walked forward, holding onto the tree trunk, leaving Bai Wan far behind.

This worship ceremony ended in this way.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind the dead tree trunk.

The man stood upright with a depressed and embarrassed look on his face, unable to struggle.

It seems that I don’t know how much I have heard or how long I have been here.

Luo Wenqi stepped forward, his voice somewhat different from usual hoarse and low: "Hey, Xiaobai, he still doesn't want to tell me anything."