Doomsday Sanctuary

Although these people didn't know whether they were humans or ghosts, they were mysterious and easy to use, but he believed that since he saved himself, he would definitely not kill himself, right?

Di Ping turned around and took Yue Lie to the Xiaolou. He found that this young man was different.

Although there is always a smile on the face, there are few other actions, and the eyes are extremely empty, showing that the person has a deep mind, his emotions are not exposed, and he will not be influenced by emotions.

Although he was badly injured, he didn't groan, showing the perseverance of his heart.

Therefore, he didn't want to impress him with ordinary small favors. For such people, it is only necessary for them to persuade them. It is unreliable to suppress them with force or to induce them with profit.

The red candle was lit again in the living room on the second floor, and Di Ping sat on the main seat, Yue Lie, the four of them were sitting side by side, all five of them looked at the opposite young man.

Under the fiery red light, the pale complexion of the young man finally eased a little. These mysterious and powerful ones were not ghosts, but living human beings, which made his nervous heart relax.

"Little brother Han Ming (guest guest appearance by book friend Feng Hanming), thank you for your life-saving graces, and you will be rewarded in the future!"

Han Ming calmly looked at Di Ping for a while, then stood up first, punched Di Ping, split his mouth and smiled.

The smile seemed like a big boy next door, the sun was shining brightly.

If it weren't for a few people to have seen this man's cruelty, then he was really fooled by his appearance.

"Then how do you want to return?"

Di Ping calmly watched Han Ming suddenly asked indifferently.

"I......"

Han Ming wanted to say something, but suddenly he couldn't speak.

Right? What can I give him in return? These few people are extremely powerful, but the two girls both gave him a strong sense of crisis. Looking at the equipment of others, what do I have?

He suddenly didn't know what to say?

"As long as Han Ming can do it, please mention it, Han will never say anything!"

Han Ming pondered for a while, then suddenly his expression was solemn, and they looked at Di Ping and said in a deep voice.

"Do I want your life?"

Although his voice was sonorous and solemn, even Gina nodded secretly as they listened, but Di Ping, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed not interested, and asked again.

"Hi... My life was saved by a few people, if you want to take it out, just take it..."

Hearing Di Ping's words, Han Ming suddenly shook his body and moved his hands subconsciously, but soon he gave up again, and fell on the sofa with a long sigh.

"However, I don't think this Xiongtai wants my life, right?"

But for a moment, Han Ming suddenly raised his head, staring at Di Ping with scorching eyes, and said in a meaningful tone.

"Haha! Of course, what good is it for me to kill you?"

Di Ping suddenly raised his head and laughed, then looked at Han Ming appreciatively and nodded:

"To put it bluntly, I am in love with you, how about being a brother with you?"

"This......"

Han Ming didn't expect Di Ping to ask this question suddenly, and was stunned for a moment, unable to speak for a while, and Junxiu's face was clearly struggling.

The room fell into silence, only the burning of red candles could be heard.

As time passed, Han Ming sat quietly on the sofa like a sculpture, without moving and speaking, if not for frowning, he was really dead.

"My name, please?"

After a full minute, Han Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at Di Ping.

"Di Ping..."

Di Ping looked at Han Ming and said flatly.

"Brother Di! Han Ming will never fail to follow his orders from now on..."

Han Ming stood up suddenly, clasped his fists in both hands, and said in a solemn expression.

"Good, good! Brother Han, get up quickly..."

Di Ping stood up with excitement, and took Han Ming's hand to help him up, with a smile on his face.