"Are you sure that if you control the Ning family, you can suppress the Yang Family and suppress Yang Cheng? It seems that Ning Guangyao hasn't done it yet. He still wants to marry the Yang Family openly. "Luo Cuishan sneered.
Yang Lie clenched his fists and said, "To establish the new order and structure I want, I don't have to suppress the Yang Family. Since I can't deal with Yang Cheng directly, I can make use of him to stir up some trouble."
Luo Cuishan's eyes sparkled. She smiled and said, "Little Cripple, can you promise me one thing?"
"Say it."
"Tonight, you must control Ning Xin and Ning De. As for Ning Guangyao … can you let Guodong and me handle it? Don't worry, we will definitely leave his body intact. It won't affect you from eating him." Luo Cuishan's eyes were burning with hatred.
Yang Lie turned around and said rather mockingly, "As long as his brain isn't damaged, even if his body is disabled, I can still recover after eating him. You can vent your anger on him. I don't mind."
Luo Cuishan rushed forward excitedly and hugged Yang Lie. She kissed his face a few times and said, "I knew it. Little Cripple treats me the best!"
Yang Lie sneered, "Anyway, it's just a prepared corpse. There's no harm in giving it to you to play with."
…
After nightfall, in the Yang Family's backyard.
On the big bed in Yang Cheng and Lin Ruoxi's bedroom, Lanlan, who was wearing blue cotton spotted pajamas, had just finished a hot bath. Her little body was like a fresh white milk bun, white, tender and fragrant.
Lin Ruoxi reclined on one side of the bed, gently stroking her daughter's back with one hand and supporting her head with the other. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she looked at Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng sat cross-legged on the opposite side, staring at Lanlan. He grabbed his hair and secretly cursed Yang Gongming a few hundred times. What kind of sour idea was this!?
Blinking her big eyes, Lanlan asked expectantly, "Daddy, haven't you thought about it? Lanlan wants to hear an interesting story."
"I say, chubby girl, you ate four lamb legs last night. Don't you feel full and want to sleep?" Yang Cheng asked eagerly.
Lanlan shook her head like a rattle drum. "Lanlan is not sleepy. Lanlan is not full, so I don't want to sleep yet!"
Still hungry?
Yang Cheng regretted that he ate the rest of the lamb and didn't leave any for this little girl.
Rubbing his chin, Yang Cheng could only smile and say, "Why don't you let your mother tell you one first?"
"I've told your daughter quite a few, even in Zhonghai. Today is your special show as a father." Lin Ruoxi directly threw the burden back.
Yang Cheng's face twitched. Looking at his daughter who was full of hope, he couldn't bear to disappoint her.
Once again, it made Yang Cheng realize that being a father, it wasn't enough to be rich and powerful, he also had to be able to tell stories. Was this easy?
Yang Cheng also didn't read any fairy tales. The children's stories he heard when he was young were also fragmented. Moreover, those stories were probably not something that Lanlan liked to listen to. After thinking about it, he could only tell her some of his own experiences.
"How about, daddy tell a story about daddy struggling to survive in the wolf's territory in Alaska when I was young?"
"Where is Alaska in the United States?" Lanlan asked.
"It's a very far place. It's very cold there and there's ice and snow everywhere. There's nothing good to eat there. If a normal person gets lost in the wilderness, they will die very easily." Yang Cheng replied.
Lanlan blinked, "What's a wolf's territory?"
"It's forty to fifty strong snow wolves, big bad wolves that eat Little Red Riding Hood. Their hunting range is over a thousand square kilometers!"
"Then do so many big bad wolves want to catch daddy and eat him?"
"That's right, but there are other children who are about the same age as daddy, but they are all around eleven or twelve years old."
"Oh!" Lanlan's interest was piqued and she nodded vigorously.
After thinking about it, Yang Cheng suspected that children didn't understand the size of an area, so he asked, "Does Lanlan know how big a thousand square kilometers is?"
Lanlan quickly replied seriously, "It's very big! Very big! Very big!! "
"Puchi!"
Lin Ruoxi, who was lying there, couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing Yang Cheng's conflicted expression, she really wanted to laugh.
Yang Cheng pretended to cough twice, "Little friend Lin Ruoxi, you should be more serious. Your parent is telling a story, listen carefully."
Lin Ruoxi held back her laughter and nodded, "Hurry up and tell me, I want to hear it too."
Yang Cheng moved his body and made his legs more comfortable. After organizing his thoughts, his eyes revealed some distant thoughts.
"Now that I think about it, I still feel that it's a miracle that I survived …"
… ….
Northern Alaska, Brooks Mountain Range.
The azure sky, the winding snow-capped mountains, and the black and white crisscrossed, depicting a magnificent natural landscape.
However, the experts and scholars who were familiar with this place all knew that this was the abyss of death!
The barren land welcomed its coldest winter. Even in low-lying areas, the temperature was close to -10 degrees Celsius.
As the sea level rose, it was not uncommon for some places to reach -10 degrees Celsius. There were also some hidden underground rivers that formed hollows, and the cold air was even more daunting!
This was the uninhabited area of Alaska. Occasionally, explorers would pass by, but they didn't dare to stay for long. This was because, in addition to a small number of deer, there were also a large number of wolves!
Above a glacier, a thick layer of ice condensed, allowing people and animals to easily pass through.
A figure wearing a black leather coat wrapped in a layer of animal fur walked over from the other side of the river.
This was a white youth with chestnut-colored hair and a little freckle on his face. He was about 11 or 12 years old, but his eyes revealed a coldness, gloominess, and caution that was difficult for his peers to understand.
The youth breathed out white mist, his eyes sweeping the entire layer of ice as if he was guarding against something. When he was sure that there was nothing special around, the youth walked to the center of the river.
To walk from this hinterland to the end of the port and escape from this predicament, he had to cross the river and climb over the mountains.
The youth walked very carefully, listening in all directions. He held a military dagger in his hand, ready to fight at any time.
Due to the low friction on the ice, it would be extremely disadvantageous to him if he were to encounter a long-range attack or a siege by a pack of wolves!
This time, the survival training in the cold wasteland was all survival experts of the same age who had survived the Siberian underground training ground. He didn't dare to be careless!
There were many holes on the surface of the river. These holes had obviously been dug by some people who had crossed the river earlier to catch fish.
There were even two simple fishing lines made of plant fibers in a hole in the middle. They were supported by cedar branches to serve as fishing rods.
In order to prevent the ice hole from freezing, the person had also filled the hole with some branches and leaves as a cover.
As someone who had gone through wilderness training together, the Caucasian young man quickly recognized what it was. It was a necessary skill to make simple fishing tools in the wild!
There were two possibilities for the fishing rod not to be taken away. One was that the owner could not wait and left first. The other was that the owner had not returned and was looking for food elsewhere!
No matter which one it was, the youth would not give up the opportunity to obtain food!
In this desolate snowy mountain region, any kind of food was extremely precious! He had to survive in order to get out of this dead zone!
The white youth was slightly excited. After confirming that there was no one within a few hundred meters of him, he quickly rushed to the side of the hole and quickly removed the cover.
When he grabbed the wooden pole, the Caucasian youth revealed a joyful smile.
It was heavy. There should be fish down there!
When he tried to pick up the fishing rod with all his might, he suddenly realized that something was wrong!
There seemed to be something under the river?!
However, it was too late for him to realize it!
The moment a pale hand emerged from the surface of the ice river, it grabbed the ice on the side, and the other hand rushed toward the white youth's throat at lightning speed!
It was a gleaming dagger. Before the Caucasian youth could react, it had already pierced through his throat!
The whole turn of events happened in less than a second!
"Ah … Ah …"
The white youth's eyes widened. After a flash of anger and regret, he fell backward onto the surface of the ice river.
Only when he died did he realize that the fishing rod was not used to fish, but to fish for him …
After he died, a naked, black-haired young man crawled out of the hole. It was hard to imagine what kind of determination he had that made him take off all his clothes and hide in the glacier, waiting for his' prey 'to bite the bait.
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