Wu Gang was stunned and watched his blood flow like an open water pipe, and several other gangsters around him obviously discovered this scene, and the blade in his hand also stopped unconsciously, looking at the wine bottle in Wu Gang's abdomen in disbelief, the bright red blood stimulated everyone's eyes, and for a while, there was a few seconds of silence in the field, leaving only the sound of blood falling on the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This, what is this!" Wu Gang's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he subconsciously touched the wine bottle in his abdomen, and then as if it was delayed, a heart-rending pain reached his cranial nerves, and then as if he had been drained of strength, his knees were weak, and he involuntarily knelt in a pool of blood.

The surrounding gangsters looked at each other, no matter who it was, they didn't expect this scene in front of them, Fan Cheng, who was obviously at the end of his rope and had no power to return to the sky, but it caused such a consequence, followed by a burst of weakness and fear, "jingle bell" There was a sound, but the knives in the hands of the little gangsters fell to the ground unconsciously, if Fan Cheng alone can still deal with it, but now, the fall of their biggest backstage Wu Gang completely destroyed their determination, just like a reservoir that has burst the embankment, they even ran out of the Internet café with a rolling belt, and they flew separately when the disaster came, and they didn't even look back at the affectionate Angkor who was still screaming in the pool of blood just now.

Fan Cheng's head twisted slightly, looking at Wu Gang, who was also lying on the ground, looking at the despair and fear in his eyes that could not be concealed, the corners of Fan Cheng's mouth suddenly grinned an ugly smile, with one, he didn't die in vain!

Fan Cheng's fingers trembled slightly, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he raised his arm and stretched out to Wu Gang, who was looking at him in fear, but he hung down weakly in mid-air, and smashed on Wu Gang's face with a soft "snap", and a smell of blood reached Wu Gang's mouth.

Consciousness gradually blurred, as if letting go of the kite line, fluttering I don't know where to float, every second, it seems to be a lifetime as long, gradually, the pain in the body is like morphine, no longer so obvious, but a cold feeling permeates Fancheng's heart, like taking off his clothes and standing in the freezer, cold to the bones, cold Fancheng's teeth unconsciously let out "dada" The voice, the strength dissipated little by little, and the chest was like a thousand pounds of boulder, he couldn't breathe, every breath, it was like experiencing a marathon, and the originally clear picture in his mind gradually became blurred, and became no longer clear, as if it was an ink painting that had been flooded, and he couldn't tell their cheeks, goodbye, Mom and Dad, goodbye, Zhengji, farewell Xinmei, farewell, all the people who love me and the people I love, at the last moment, he seemed to see Zhengji looking at him with a smile on the gorgeous stage, and stretched out his hand to him, Fan Cheng's lips moved slightly, his expression was slightly smiling, and his eyes gradually narrowed into a slitIn the end, he completely knocked on, his hand was weak, and he completely lost consciousness, and along with the dissipation of consciousness, there was a faint ambulance's unique voice and heart-rending cry in his ears.

"Click!" A lightning bolt crossed the dark night sky, on the water, the originally calm sea water, as if stirred by a pair of invisible hands, rippled, the original blue sky, at this moment seems to be covered with a layer of dark black veil, thick dark clouds are piled up in the air layer upon layer, from time to time there are silver snakes in it, and then there is a muffled thunder through the clouds in the heaven and earth, the wind is gradually noisy, white sea foam is rolled up in the air, scattered to the heaven and earth.

A white sailboat is lonely in the sea in this heaven and earth with the wind and waves, the sail in the wind puffed up an exaggerated appearance, like an arrow from the string across the water, the stronger the wind, the faster the boat goes.

Masaki in the cabin looked at the apocalyptic scene outside the ship, touched his chest, I don't know why, just now I inexplicably felt a tightness in my chest, as if something had happened in general, which made his mood a little low inexplicably, the stronger the wind, the bigger the raindrops beans began to be caught in the wind and hit the cabin with a crackling sound.

Masaki glanced at the bulging sails, remembered what the sailor had taught him, patted his somewhat stuffy chest, and took off his coat, ** Wearing his upper body, he walked out of the cabin, and he didn't feel it in the cabin, only standing on the deck at this moment, he personally experienced the ferocity of this storm, the raindrops hit his face like a small pebble as painful, the wind blew him a big man who couldn't even stand up straight, he could only bend over, step by step to the sail, the front of him was white, untie the rope of the sail, Zhengji pulled the sail hard three times and two times to put it away, the speed of the ship gradually slowed down, with the undulating waves rippling up and down.

Putting away the sails, Masaki looked at the vast space between heaven and earth, felt the feeling of cold raindrops hitting his body, and looked into the distance, only at this moment, he could personally feel the energy of the sea, feel the insignificance of human power, feel the greatness of the Creator, the wind and waves are getting bigger and bigger, the rain is getting more and more urgent, like a water curtain that has been splashed, and there is only the huge sound of wind and rain and waves in his ears.

Masaki squinted his eyes, looking at this great scene, and suddenly opened his hands, as if he wanted to embrace heaven and earth, and used all his strength to roar in this uninhabited sea: "Ah!! I'm Masaki! I'm not from this era! I'm a traverser! I know the future! I have a writing wheel!"

"Omen is coming back this year!"

"Google is going public next year!"

"Bush will become the president of country M in '01! 911 will happen in that year!"

"The Chinese Congress will host the Olympic Games in '08!"

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The voice of Zhengji, floating between the heaven and the earth in the storm, in this sea of thousands of miles of no one, he seems to vent all the secrets in his heart to confide, catharsis, since the rebirth, on the surface he is optimistic and cheerful, he has endless energy, but think about it personally, the traverser is also a person, there will be pressure, there will be anxiety, there will be troubles, he has carried too much, whether it is the countless secrets in his heart, or the different writing wheel eyes, all of this makes his nerves tense all the time, sleep to keep a mind, don't say anything that shouldn't be said in the dream, you can say, In this empty sea, the days are his most reassuring days, he doesn't have to worry about his secrets being exposed, he doesn't have to worry about his writing wheel eyes being seen, here, he can sleep steadily, here, he can say whatever he wants, here, he can use the writing wheel eye at will without being discovered, here, he gets a rare peace of mind and peace of mind.

The storm, come fast, go fast, a touch of sunlight through the black clouds, like a grand pillar of light, illuminating between the heaven and the earth, the wind listens to the rain, the waves, as if playing tired of the naughty boy, gradually subsided, a colorful rainbow hangs in the sky, the slightest taste of the sea breath into the nasal cavity, often heard people say, the scenery after the storm is the most beautiful, Masaki finally saw this beautiful scene today, the rainbow, is his own unprecedented grandeur, as if connected to the sea level, the deep blue water, in the sunlight presents a sense of mystery and beauty of the contradiction。

Standing at the bow of the boat, looking at the scenery in front of him, he has never felt as calm as at this time, just like the rippling sea, his heart seems to have been swept away by this rainstorm, pure mirror, without a trace of impurities, as if his body bones are lighter, Masaki took off his shorts that had already been soaked, and stood naked in the bow of the boat, his bronzed skin in contact with the sun, the well-proportioned muscle distribution, and the strong chest muscles, these few days at sea made him become like a bodybuilder, as for the nakedness, no one would say that he was an exhibitionist anyway, wrung out his pants, and he casually put his hand on the side of the sailboatand let it flutter in the wind like a flag.

Raised the sail again, looked at the compass, the course was correct, if there was no accident, two days later, he would probably be able to reach the predetermined high sea latitude of 25 degrees north latitude, east longitude 123 degrees, the sea area where the golden mountains are hidden, Masaki moved the beach chair from the cabin, brought a bottle of red wine and food by the way, and lay comfortably on the beach chair, along with the sea breeze, tasting the wine from where Liu Dehua came, but it was also very comfortable.

There was a sound of "fluttering ridges", just as Zhengji closed his eyes to recuperate, but a white bird flew down from the sky to the deck, "cooing" and screaming, tilting his head to look at the surrounding environment, vigilantly looking at Zhengji lying on the chair, his wings shrunk, as if ready to fly high at any time.

Masaki slowly opened his eyes and saw the elf in front of him, but was surprised to find that this was not the seagull he imagined or some bird living on the sea, on the contrary, it turned out to be a white pigeon, elegantly looking sideways at himself, Masaki subconsciously looked around, but did not find the shadow of any nearby islands, so how did this white dove fly into this uninhabited sea? How did it fly over these thousands of mountains and rivers? I don't know the political discipline, but looking at the appearance of this pigeon, the feathers are messy and even a little black, and the steps are a little vain, it can be seen that it must be extremely tired.

ps: I went on a business trip yesterday.,There's not much to save the manuscript.,I haven't had time to write recently.。。 It may be interrupted~~Please forgive me~