The lamp of Shangyuan is like day.
Xie Xuanlie was sure that there must be an ambush in this meeting arranged in the abandoned house in Nancheng, but he did not expect that he would miss the plan on such a small matter as clothes.
At this moment, a sword light split the night fog.
The visitor was the famous Qin Jiu'an, the number one person in the world, but what attracted Xie Xuanlie was Qin Jiu'an's face - his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as the boy from thirteen years ago.
He thanked Qin Jiu'an for his rescue, but turned his back and asked someone to retouch the man's appearance overnight.
For him, a seven-point resemblance is enough.
Xie Xuanlie didn't know that Qin Jiu'an had recognized him thirteen years ago. He could watch with cold eyes that he had become the Prime Minister who could talk, laugh and play chess in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he could accept all the tricks Xie Xuanlie deployed.
Until——
Someone gave him a secret file from an old Huai Shui case thirteen years ago——
"Sanlang has been looking for his shadow for thirteen years," he said in a very calm voice, "can I act like him?"
The warm color on Xie Xuanlie's face was shattered inch by inch. The heavy rain smashed against the window, and he hissed: "I have never—"
"You never thought of me as him? But whose name do you call out every night?" Qin Jiu'an cut off his words and turned around with wind in his clothes. "I'm tired. I don't want to continue acting. Let's end it."
Xie Xuanlie went crazy.
"Qin Jiu'an, in order for you to come back obediently, I will do anything despicable."
"Xie Xuanlie, I have known for a long time that you are like this."
Intention: Exchange sincerity for sincerity, and protect each other's peace forever