Zhao Feihu glanced at Zao Wou-Ki with a little meaning, the grandson he was most satisfied with.

"If I had to choose for you, which side would you choose?"

"I ......"

Before Zao Wou-Ki could finish speaking, Zhao Feihu interrupted and said, "You can't have a trace of emotion. ”

After hearing Zhao Feihu's words, Zao Wou-Ki thought about it silently, is it possible to answer without a trace of emotion?

Who in the world can ignore their emotions and make choices?

"I choose Qiu Shaoze. Zao Wou-Ki pondered for a while and said, but there was still a hint of emotion.

"Why?"

"I don't know, Qiu Shaoze feels very strange to me, I always feel that he still has a lot of backhands, and he has never appeared in front of people. A hint of doubt flashed in Zao Wou-Ki's eyes.

Indeed, Qiu Shaoze's feeling to Zao Wou-Ki is indeed so, it obviously feels that Qiu Shaoze has run out of oil, but just a moment later, Qiu Shaoze can turn passive into active again, which is what he is most confused about.

What kind of back hand Qiu Shaoze has, it has not yet been shown in front of people, how strong is this back hand.

"Hehe, your choice this time is right, no matter what, as long as our Zhao family hugs Qiu Shaoze's thigh, then no matter what this battle is, our Zhao family will be able to save it. ”

Zhao Wouji looked at Zhao Feihu in surprise, most of his own choice of Qiu Shaoze was because of Jia Ruohan, but why did his grandfather also choose this way? Is there anything in this that he doesn't know?

"Grandpa, I don't understand why you say that?" Zao Wou-Ki couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

Zhao Feihu glanced at Zhao Wuji with a little deep meaning and sighed softly: "Wuji, there are many rules and rankings in this world, and many of them are formulated by Qiu Shaoze, do you understand?"

After Zhao Wouji heard Zhao Feihu's words, a huge wave set off in his heart, he didn't expect Qiu Shaoze to have such an ability, and even the rules of this world were set by him, so how much energy was behind such a person?

Looking at Zao Wou-ki's appearance, Zhao Feihu continued: "Although Qiu Shaoze is only in his twenties, his power can make the whole world tremble. ”

"The world trembled. Zao Wou-Ki muttered in his mouth, he had always known that Qiu Shaoze's strength was very strong, but he didn't expect that he alone would be able to make the world tremble.

"Yes, the world trembles. Even an old man like Zhao Feihu said this. The faces were full of fear, fear.

"Grandpa, what is the leaderboard?" was shocked in his heart, but what interested Zao Wou-Ki the most was this so-called leaderboard.

"In this world, there are always a few people who can't be provoked, and it just so happens that Qiu Shaoze is also one of them, and he has always ranked in the top three. ”

………………

Counting nine cold days, frozen snow, the whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering coldly, the river is frozen and the air seems to be solidifying.

An old grave is deep in the mountains, and a small wooden house is next to it. There was a pergola outside the hut, with only a long chair and a wooden table inside, and nothing more. A man dressed in green clothes and a jar of wine sat there for I don't know how long. Maybe it's been a few years, but it seems that even he doesn't remember it himself, and for him, if he remembers this day, it will only be more painful.

In front of the house, there is a lonely grave.

The green shadow came in a flash, alone.

The cold wind blew through, lifting his thousands of hair whiskers, and the half-white hair seemed to be nostalgic for this cold wind, just like people nostalgic for this world! The withered grass was miserable, the cold wind was cold, and the lonely grave had been sleeping in this mountain for an unknown number of years, but the grave was covered with grass, which looked very strange, and it seemed that this tomb was not lonely, and there were still people who were in love with the people in the grave! The green shadow suddenly stopped three feet away from the lonely grave, and the green clothes and the dead leaves and branches in the forest became a clear contrast.

This man's face was a little haggard, a touch of indifferent sorrow hidden in the depths of his eyebrows, he seemed to be in a hurry, but when his eyes looked at this tomb, they suddenly became clear, and he looked at this lonely tomb as if he was looking at a beloved woman. Could it be that the man in the grave was really the one he loved, and walked over gently, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping man, and of breaking all the silence around him.

Although it was slow and light, the distance of three zhang was always a moment, and the man walked around to the front of the tomb, his eyes as if nailed to the tablet.

"The Tomb of Beloved Wife Shang Xiumin" is seven big characters in the middle of the tombstone, vigorous and powerful.

But the handwriting was deeply embedded in the wooden sign, and it did not seem to be carved, but as if it had been written with a finger.

Just like that, he stood quietly and watched silently.

I don't know how long it took, a cold wind blew, and the grass around him slapped on the hem of his trousers, as if waking up the man in Tsing Yi.

Stretching out his hand and caressing gently, he said softly in a choked voice: "Xiumin, I almost came back late, you must feel good and lonely." ”

Is the occasional birdsong an answer from the man in the tomb?

"I'm sorry, I heard that Qi'er is in danger and has only been away for so long, I think you will understand my hard work, right?"

"If you're still in the world, I don't think you'll let Qi'er be in the slightest danger, will you? But don't worry, I'll protect Qi'er from harming him at all. ”

"Whoever dares to hurt her, I will make him worse than dead. As he said this, the young man's eyes flashed with a gleam.

The man in Tsing Yi waited for a moment, as if listening attentively to the answer from the darkness. The morning light passed through the dense branches, dripping on the grave and the man in Tsing Yi, he was already sitting in front of the grave, and did not speak, just sat quietly like this, and I don't know how long it took.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and on the dead wood and snow, although he was slightly careful, he could not avoid the ears and eyes of the people in Tsing Yi. is dressed plainly, but it is difficult to hide his handsome appearance. He also stopped three feet from the tomb, but he did not come any closer, but stood there, silent, as if waiting.

Without looking back, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly said, "You're here too?"

"I'm coming to see my sister. In the faint tone, there was a hint of solemnity.

"If something happens to Qi'er, I'll make you regret it. ”

"Qi'er is my daughter, and I won't let her be wronged at all. ”

"That's the best. ”

(I'm very realistic, urge me to come, get tickets, the rest is useless.) ）