he doesn't py for the money he wins

He didn't play cards for money."

Tang Ling stood in front of the door and listened quietly, while Alber suddenly stopped humming and looked at Tang Ling: "What will you think of when you listen to these lyrics?"

Tang Ling frowned, but he was not in a hurry to do it. He discovered something interesting that he needed to observe.

Alber also didn't seem to care whether Tang Ling would answer. He continued to say to himself: "You will think that this is a song of music that belongs to men."

"I have listened to it thousands of times, ten thousand times? I really think so! A man is good at strategizing, a man is familiar with all the rules of the game, he sees through everything, and he is so familiar with the control."

"But, these things ultimately couldn't touch his heart."

"Let me hear that is it? I understand that spades are like swords held by soldiers, plum blossoms are like guns roaring on the battlefield. In this artistic game, blocks are like money..."

“But in the end, but that's not the shape of?my?heart.”

"Isn't it very interesting? Because you can't help but want to explore what is the heart of a man who is above everything and cannot be moved by money, power, and victory? How powerful is it? What is the ultimate softness that is treasured in his inner castle?"

"And after exploring for a long time, you really want to be him. Even if it's just the surface, the man who treats everything just a game and keeps playing seriously, but is not bound by it." Aber said a lot in one breath.

Tang Ling's face was calm: "Well, I said it very well."

"No, it's not good! Because this song represents a man's deepest heart, but how many men are in this world? Anyway, I'm not worthy, so I can only listen to it often and fantasize."

"Tang Ling, do you want to know a secret?" Aber stood up, and he was even in the mood to pour himself a glass of wine.

Tang Ling didn't say anything.

"This song was once a hero and great hero's favorite song to hum. At that time, I was still young, and the only scene I remembered was like this."

"The 17th safe zone is in crisis, a group of bad guys and a large group of ferocious beasts are about to be destroyed."

"A man led a group of people, not a lot of people, only fifty or sixty? I'm not sure, and then solved the crisis."

"Of course I can't forget his heroic posture on the battlefield, but what I can't forget is that he stood at the foot of a mountain of corpses and slowly squatted down, and he was actually distracted."

"Of course, I don't know why he was distracted? I couldn't even understand his eyes at that time. I was just held up by my father, looking at him admiringly, listening to him humming a tune, remembering the lyrics - but that's not the shape of?my?heart."

When Alber said this, he drank the wine in his hand and looked at Tang Ling with his head tilted his head: "A interesting story, right? Do you want to continue listening to it? A secret."

"You've finished?" Tang Ling walked closer to Alber step by step, raised his long sword, pointed it straight at Alber, and said word by word: "I don't want to hear any secrets."

"I don't use this secret to exchange for my life, I will die directly. I have only one request, keep my complete body, I don't want my mother to be too sad when she sees my body. In this way, you are not interested?" Alber was a little panicked, and his hand holding the bottle of wine trembled slightly.

"I don't want to listen, fight." Tang Ling's attitude was very firm.

Alber sighed, drank the second glass of wine in one go, and slowly pulled out a pistol from his clothes.

In fact, with Tang Ling's current speed, it is difficult for the pistol to pose too much threat to him. It is difficult for him to maintain accuracy if he is not a top gunner, let alone the target cannot be captured at all.

If you miss a single blow, just wait for death.

"Fight with it?" Tang Ling had a sarcasm on her face?

But Alber said, "I absolutely believe that you are a person who keeps your promise. The piece of paper with the secret is placed on my desk, leaving my complete body."

After saying that, Aber without waiting for Tang Ling to say anything, he shot directly at his heart with a backhand, and simply shot him.

It is a desert eagle. The power of the bullet it shoots is self-evident. It may be just a simple bullet hole in front, but it will leave a scar as big as a bowl on the back.

Alber said something inexplicable and just committed suicide just like that? Don’t doubt that even a second-level purple moon warrior, even a talented and defensive Ziyue warrior, would not survive if he fired a shot at the heart at such a distance.

The power of the gun is worthy of respect! The reason why it poses little threat to the Ziyue Warrior is just because of its speed and nerve reaction ability.

Tang Ling looked at Alber, but there was no surprise on her face.

He slowly walked to the side of Alber's body, and gently lifted his toes, Alber's body turned over, and the wound on his back was a bit terrible.

Without heartbeat or breathing, the body began to slowly stiffen.

The choice left to Tang Ling is nothing more than whether he can give him a decent completeness? Then he went straight to the secret, but it was not a loss. Anyway, Tang Ling finally planned to burn the mansion.

However, Tang Ling did not go to the desk, but sat down next to Alber's body. This was a bar, and the wine that Alber had just opened was also on the bar.

Tang Ling was not a gentleman, so she picked up the bottle of wine and took a big mouthful.

He actually didn't want to waste time, he also needed a little alcohol to calm down some complex and resistant emotions in his heart.

"Do you know why you are not as good as Andrew?" Tang Ling put down the bottle and said to himself. Of course, the dead Albert could not respond to Tang Ling.

"Because Andrew is not only better than your brain, but also more like a man. He at least knows that he dares to fight me in a dignified battle when he cannot escape."

"Then he knew better the difference between cleverness and great wisdom. Great wisdom forced the enemy to agree to his request, for example, in the end, I did not continue to hurt Andrew's partner, and even did not care about Henk's departure."

"You are smart." As Tang Ling spoke, the long B-level alloy knife was placed on the back of Alber's neck, but it was still a certain distance from Alber's neck.

Tang Ling stopped talking. He paused for a second, and suddenly a long sword slashed directly, and Abbot's head and body instantly separated.

But the brain's consciousness would not be interrupted. At this moment, Alber actually opened his eyes and looked at Tang Ling in disbelief.

Tang Ling looked at him contemptuously, took another sip of wine, and said, "I have given you a chance to fight, but the chances are often only once. So, this time you can just die."

"You think you told half of the so-called secret, which aroused my curiosity. I will definitely go and look at that piece of paper and be someone who keeps my promise? Anyway, I won't lose money?"

"No. First of all, I hate the secrets you mentioned. Second, I hate others playing psychological games with me, and I hate being led by others. Your layout is not exciting at all."

"In the end, you must have doubts, why did I see through you? Well, I won't tell you." Tang Ling walked over and lifted Alber's head. At this time, Alber had completely lost consciousness.

But Tang Ling did not leave, but stood in the room and continued to listen to the unfinished music.

He didn't know what he was thinking, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

When the last lyrics were finished, he walked over, picked up the vinyl record from the record player, and broke it without hesitation.

Then, he walked out of the room with Alber's head, never before he reached the desk.

**

Su Xiao looked at the sky with a sad expression but a serious expression.

He "saw" everything, and he also understood what Tang Ling did, but this result was still expected.

"I actually lived a very failed life. I think my son will resent me when he grows up. Maybe he won't understand me all his life." Tang Feng rarely feels sad, but this time he wants to laugh, but his eyes are deeply sad.

"What can I do for you? My brother?" Su Xiao still looked at the sky, but there was no answer in his heart.

Unless he cheated, he could do nothing else! But can he deceive Tang Ling? No, and this kid would not be deceived.

Things in this world are so unbeautiful. Often, when you see through all your life, you can't wait for an understanding when you see through all your glory, power and power.

Take a look, at the last moment, I realized that what I want is very simple, to relieve regrets and pursue forgiveness... It is like returning to the time when I am new and not blinded by **.

But where can time go back?

Then, will your daughter forgive herself?

Su Xiao didn't dare to think about it anymore. Not to mention his daughter, even Rona, who had a dewy relationship with him, wouldn't forgive him, right?

Well, it’s okay if you don’t forgive me. When you die, you can only see through and let go.
Chapter completed!