Chapter 642

Imperial capital, Jinyuan apartment.

The man on the sofa sat loosely, his temperament was as cold as a wolf, and his perfect cold face could not see any emotion.

He leaned back on the sofa and pinched a bottle of cold beer with his slender fingers.

Alone, drinking.

"Knock knock -"

"Knock knock -"

"Uncle! Uncle!"

"Uncle, help me! Help me!"

The Qin Dynasty knocked on the door like crazy.

Lord Qin frowned and stood up.

Outside the door stood a young man dressed in red. At this time, he was foolishly smiling at him, "little uncle, please, save me this time."

Qin Zong's icy eyes swept through the Qin Dynasty. His tall and straight figure stood by the door. His voice was as cold as snow, "speak directly."

Qin Dynasty thieves looked around and cried, "uncle, I don't want to go on a blind date! I'm only 20! It's a good time, so I can't just step into the grave of marriage..."

When approaching Qin Zong, the Qin Dynasty whispered, "someone is following me."

"Come in."

Qin Zong lives in this apartment by himself. Few people have come in.

Even the Qin Dynasty was the first time.

He looked left and right, "uncle, you like this style..."

The thief leaned over and was about to speak. Master Qin's face was expressionless. At a glance, he silenced.

No way. He was not afraid of others since childhood. He was afraid of Qin Zong.

Qin Zong's aura is too strong. Coupled with the evil spirit coming from the hail of bullets, ordinary children are afraid.

Qin Zong took a sip of beer, and Feng's eyes were as indifferent as smoke. "Say it, what's the matter."

"Uncle, I suspect someone is following me. It seems to be the Yan family."

The Qin Dynasty explained the afternoon in detail.

Mom, mom.

Thanks to his alertness.

Otherwise, I don't know where it is at this time!

He is a member of the ancient martial family. He can't do it as a gangster.

Qin Zong's eyes are light and cold.

Yan family, Yan Tao.

A completely different surname from Liu Cheng.

"Uncle, what am I going to do? They don't think I killed those people, do they?"

The Qin Dynasty felt very unlucky. Fortunately, he still had his uncle's golden thigh.

Qin Zong glanced at his stupid nephew. The disgust almost overflowed. His slender finger pointed to the west room, "you can live there these days. Don't go out casually. I'll deal with the people of the Yan family."

"Uh huh."

The Qin Dynasty has cherished its own life since the last incident.

He can only run when he runs into these people who take human life instead of life!

Qin Dynasty got up and ran to the room to have a look. Wait a minute.

"Uncle, this seems to be a storeroom?"

Qin Zong's face was expressionless: "there is a bed inside."

"I know there is a bed! But..." Qin Dynasty squatted opposite Qin Zong and pointed to himself, "look at me."

I'm your nephew!

People say nephews are like uncles. Don't you give me some benefits?

Lord Qin was as cold as ever. "Either sleep here or go out, choose yourself."

"I sleep here, sleep here."

The Qin Dynasty responded sadly: the uncle was as ruthless as ever.

"Ding Ding -"

The phone rang.

Qin Zong looked at the caller ID, got up, went to the French window to pick it up, and ordered Qin Dynasty to cook.

Poor Qin silently shed sad tears.

Before leaving, he turned his head and looked at Qin Zong.

Wait——

My fucking uncle is not laughing, is he?

Was he devastated and hallucinated?