The famous wife of prosperous marriage

Chapter 727 A touch of favor, a touch of distress (4)
Suddenly, the hall was pitch black.

Murong Yan was puzzled.

Huo Haoyang quickly returned to the original place, pulled her up, and then quickly groped out of the hall while it was dark.

The two people walked out of the hall, and another burst of gunfire rang out, this time firing at all corners of the hall.

Murong Yan almost cried out.

So creepy.

Huo Haoyang held her hand tightly, hid behind a large plate on the right side of the entrance of the hall, found a mobile phone from nowhere, and shot in the dark direction where the gunshots came from.

"Ouch!"

After a cry of pain sounded, the gunfire stopped.

Hearing the cry of pain, Huo Haoyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, the lights in the hall were turned on again.

"Oh, brat, your eyes are as sharp as a wolf..." The person who was hit was Bingshan No.[-]. Huo Haoyang didn't remember his name. He felt that he was very cold, so he arranged him as Bingshan No. For this reason, I darkened my face for three whole months.

The person who shot and fired just now was Bingshan No. [-].

Bingshan No. [-], who used the excuse of helping William to cook, wanted to take advantage of Huo Haoyang's chance to get together with his childhood friends to assassinate Huo Haoyang.

Unfortunately, he failed again, and his left foot was shot again. That kid has very sharp eyes, no matter it is day or night, and the marksmanship taught by them is also extremely accurate. Every time Huo Haoyang counterattacks, Hit him on the left foot.

Bingshan No. [-] thought, if his left foot was hit a few more times by the young master, his left foot would probably be useless.

Huo Haoyang hid the gun back under the tray, and walked in swaggeringly, pulling Murong Yan who was still full of horror.

"Young master, can you stop hitting my left foot next time?" Seeing him coming in, Bingshan No. [-]'s icy face immediately filled with begging.

"I like to hit your left foot, how about that?"

Huo Haoyang threw Bingshan an angry look, and then turned to look at Murong Yan beside him, with a soft voice with imperceptible distress: "Smelly Yanyan, is it exciting? Are you scared?"

Murong Yan looked at him, then at Bingshan No. [-], and asked very puzzled: "Why?"

Bingshan Yi claims that Huo Haoyang is the young master, but he ruthlessly sweeps with a machine gun, isn't he deliberately trying to kill Huo Haoyang?
Now, they even accused Huo Haoyang in turn.

Also, Huo Haoyang's reaction seems to have been taken for granted.

"I'll explain when I have time, come on, drink a glass of water first, and calm down."

Huo Haoyang thoughtfully pulled her to the wooden sofa, pressed her to sit down, then he turned around and poured her a glass of warm water.He didn't even look at Bingshan No. [-], whose face was slightly pale because of the leg injury, let alone bandage Bingshan No. [-].

"Yanyan, drink a glass of water." Huo Haoyang handed the glass of warm water to her, with a faint pampering tone.

Scared her.

However, it was time for her to get acquainted with his life.

Murong Yan took the cup of warm water and drank it all in one breath.

She carefully looked at Bingshan No. [-], and found that Bingshan No. [-] had found a medicine box at some time, and was taking the bullets, applying the medicine, and bandaging herself. She was dumbfounded again.

These people... are not afraid of pain?

"Here, you have to do everything by yourself. If you're hungry, cook and eat by yourself. If you're injured, bandage yourself." Huo Haoyang explained lightly, with a hint of pain in his tone.

Murong Yan turned her head to look at him, his words were very light, but she heard the pain in his words.

"Are you... the same?"

Huo Haoyang smiled, then nodded slightly.

He came here when he was five years old. At first he was often hungry because he was a young man from a rich family and knew nothing. These people only taught him knowledge, self-defense and counterattack skills, but they didn't teach him how to cook and eat.

In order to survive, he was forced to grow up slowly and slowly learned to be self-reliant.

These people will not assassinate him until he is ten years old.After the age of ten, when he has acquired a certain level of ability, these people will try to assassinate him in various ways. This is one of the homework of the training, to test his reaction, escape, and counterattack instincts.If he is unfortunately killed, it is his fate, and these people will not be dealt with by the sect.

Such cruel training forced him to listen to the wind and watch the world all the time, not daring to be careless for a moment.

The horrifying scene just now was Bingshan No. [-]'s test for him today.

More than once.

Maybe in the dead of night, these sleepless demons will carry out another round of assassinations.

Murong Yan's heart tugged again, she felt that her heart was hurting, and she felt sorry for what happened to Huo Haoyang.He was originally a proud son of heaven, he had not suffered any hardship since he was born, and was deeply loved by the Huo family, and her godmother even regarded him as his own, but he suffered unimaginable suffering.

She really didn't dare to imagine how a five-year-old child could cook independently.

Was he often hungry at first?

Uncle Hades loved him so much, did he let him suffer here so cruelly?
Murong Yan didn't know the cruel rules of Lie Yan Sect, and Huo Haoyang also came here, so she gradually understood.

At this moment, Murong Yan's head is full of incomprehension, and her whole heart is distressed by Huo Haoyang.

Gently, slowly, and instinctively, Murong Yan took Huo Haoyang's hand, looking at his slender and beautiful hands, the palms were full of thick calluses, which shows that he really suffered a lot.

The hall is quiet.

Huo Haoyang didn't speak, but looked deeply at Murong Yan with a look that was not what he should have at his age of 15, and let her caress his big palm in distress.

A shallow sweetness suddenly flowed through his body.

It was a weird, weird feeling, something he had never felt in his 15 years of life.

They used to be rivals, and when they met they either quarreled or fought, but he couldn't forget her, and he never told her that he actually liked being with her very much.

Murong Yan forgot that she was kidnapped, forgot that Huo Haoyang was so angry that she was going crazy, there were only those fantasies in her mind, the young Huo Haoyang was hungry... the little Huo Haoyang wanted to eat Yes, tried every means, but those so-called teachers stood by and watched...

"In the past ten years...you have suffered a lot, right?"

When she regained her senses, Murong Yan hurriedly threw away Huo Haoyang's hand, as if his hand was a hot potato.

Her fair but pretty face turned red again.

She always kind of forgot their age, they are already 15 years old, not four or five years old.

(End of this chapter)