< br >change your fate against heaven? < br >Lu Zi scratched her thin lips with envy. If she could protect her, why not change her fate against heaven? < br >from the moment Shangguan Han Ting's blood decomposition report was sent, he had already changed his life against heaven. < br >"I understand that precisely because I am a doctor, I am sure that I do not want to die yet, because I still have a lot of unfinished work to do, so I will inject it twice." < br >"rof. Lu... " The professor at the other end was still admonishing, and he said seriously, "rof." Lu, listen to me, those who change their lives against heaven, contrary to nature, will not end well. " < br >Lu Zi reached out and cut off the video directly. < br >without the professor's voice, the whole research room was quiet. Lu Ziyan sat on the sofa, turned his long white fingers and unbuttoned his sleeves. Then he picked up the red test tube and slowly pushed half of the liquid into his veins. < br >he sat on the sofa, his ears quiet, so quiet that he could hear the flow of his blood vessels. < br >soon, there was a sharp pain. < br >it was the blood of the naked son that collided with the blood in his body. < br >Lu Zi envied that handsome face was instantly pale, there was a thick cold sweat on his forehead, and the whole person fell off the sofa and rolled on the handmade woolen carpet. Professor < br >is right. Although he and Shangguan Han Ting are brothers and meet the basic conditions of blood fusion, the blood of the naked son is too violent and difficult to control. < br >Lu Zi's cold black eyes were stained with scarlet. He felt that his veins were about to burst. He let out a roar of pain. < br >Lu Zi envied a long dream. < br >in his dream, he went back to his childhood, when he was very young and had just learned to walk. One day, he stumbled and fell. < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({}); < br >his little hand rubbed against the ground and the palm of his hand was sore. < br >at this time he heard his father Luk Sijue's voice, very young he was so admired his father, his father tall and straight, expensive for a generation of business emperors, that deep and thick atmosphere always let him love and fear. < br >he hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to the door. He saw that on the lawn, his father had just got out of the limousine when the eldest brother came. His father's low and straight body, stretching out a strong arm, held the eldest brother directly in his arms. < br >his father never hugged him. At that time, his eyes were full of tears. He hid his injured hand behind him, and the man hid behind the door. < br >from then on, he learned to stay away. < br >stay away and you won't get hurt again. As soon as the < br >picture turned, all kinds of noises began to fill his ears again. There was a fierce quarrel between Aunt Yin and her father, and various complaints and calculations from his mother Liu Zhaodi. He accidentally ran into his father's study and saw the picture scroll his father had treasured in the drawer. < br >he opened the picture scroll, and it was the first and only time in his life that he saw his biological mother willow wreath. < br >what a beautiful person. < br >he felt a move in his heart, as if something was affecting him, and he wanted to take a second look, but then his father appeared and reached out and snatched the scroll from his hand. < br >that day, his father got angry and reprimanded him in a hostile voice, telling him not to step in here again, and that he could not touch the person on the painting. < br >is like this, all his tenderness has withered before it can bloom. < br >those love never have anything to do with him. < br >< br/ >< br >

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