Chapter 180: Simon Sword

Biquge.inforeadx;? But after all, it was still a little late, and the rocket hit the rear of the car, and the huge impact force turned the car into the sky, and after a few spins, it smashed to the ground

The man in black was about to fire another shot and drive a car from the side, but he knocked them away

Ye Feng's head was covered with blood, blurring his vision, and he only heard someone keep calling him, Ye Feng was in that difficult space, slapping He Fei on the side, and the fire wolf in front, Hei Yin

After they responded, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief

After transferring all the healing abilities in his body into the bodies of those two people, he made sure that they were not in danger of life

He remembered that there was still one thing he hadn't done There was a woman who was still waiting for him to open the car door and get out of the car with difficulty Ye Feng stumbled but was helped by another person

"Car, give me the car!" Ye Feng looked at the sky that was almost dark at this time, and said that now the banquet is about to start

Although his subordinates didn't know what Ye Feng was going to do, they still handed over the car keys to him

At this time, the rest of the people had already come out of the car and were sent to the ambulance, and then on the police side, Ye Feng had already called Zhong Xiangyun

After getting into the car, I drove towards the outside of the tunnel

The crimson blue sky seems to be a splash of ink, spreading the whole sky with a splash of ink, obscure and suppressed the hurried crowds, the passing vehicles, the raindrops falling from the sky, the tourists leaning on the overpass, the hawkers on the roadside, the flashing traffic lights, it seems that every city is like this

Passing by in a hurry, passing by the scenery here, chasing a more wonderful world Perhaps, everyone is chasing their dreams and coming to the same city, day after night, day after day, it is the figure that is busy, but what is forgotten is the beautiful scenery on the way

Ye Feng's body was still bleeding, and the fragments on his back were embedded in his body because of the explosion, and the wound had not healed, just now, Ye Feng also conveyed all the white mist in his body to the other three brothers who were more seriously injured, and now his face was terrifyingly pale

The car walked in this hurried and ruthless city, Ye Feng's heart inexplicably had a sense of helplessness, which was an emotion that a strong man should not have, but it was deeply imprinted on Ye Feng's heart, if he could, he really wanted to imagine the pedestrians on the road, how good it would be to be any one

Go to work every day, and after going home, there is a gentle woman who washes and cooks for herself, but such a simple and peaceful life seems to be the first killer in the previous life, and after the peerless soldier king is reborn, there are large and small wounds on his body, which have never been interrupted

Those wounds didn't even have scars because of the existence of healing abilities, and Ye Feng seemed to have forgotten about the pain, but Mo Mingyuan always had a way to make himself remember

Now he doesn't want to protect his family, he doesn't want to be strong

He only thought of Ahn Zhiyan's side, accompanying the first woman he had reborn to attend her parents' golden wedding banquet

The wind was blowing, the sky was drifting with thin rain, the first quarter moon was high in the night sky, the faint silver light shone obliquely on the cold stone monument, listening to the desolate wind, accompanied by the sound of the piano in the distance, whispering lonely, An Zhiyan stood next to the stone monument, which was full of white carnations

Her figure was so thin and helpless in the cold wind, and the cold aura on her body also blended into this dark atmosphere

The bodyguard standing beside her was the first time to see An Zhiyan so scared, but out of concern, he still stepped forward and said: "Miss, you have been standing here for a day, it is dark, the wind is blowing, and now it has begun to rain For the sake of your body, let's go back first!" ”

The long black dress danced in the wind, An Zhiyan didn't speak, but looked at the two faces on the tombstone that were vague but clear in her heart, and said with some self-deprecation in her heart: "Dad, mom, my daughter was going to bring someone to see you today, but now he doesn't seem to be able to come, but it doesn't matter, and next time you will definitely like him"

Then not long after standing here, An Zhiyan left with a group of men

Ye Feng, I seem to like you

Of course, no one heard the words in An Zhiyan's heart, maybe this gentle autumn breeze can be remembered!

For the sake of the silence of the deceased, the imperial capital stipulated that no carts could be used in the cemetery, so An Zhiyan walked out of the cemetery under the umbrella he was holding under his hand, and the road was a little wet, An Zhiyan's skirt was dyed with small white raindrops next to his body, there was a chill, but the loss in his heart came violently

The black sedan had already stopped over there, and when An Zhiyan passed, a bodyguard opened the door and was about to get into the car, when an abrupt voice sounded in An Zhiyan's ears

"I know, you must be here today, but I didn't expect you to stand all day" Under the orange street lamp, a man slowly walked out, he had a handsome face like a knife and an axe, a pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving people a calm and restrained feeling, the corners of his mouth always outlined a suitable smile, it seemed to be smiling at any time, only An Zhiyan knew what kind of demon lived under this angelic face

He is long and elegant, wearing a decent beige casual suit, and a silver-white tail ring on his hand shows extraordinary luxury, and the whole person has a natural noble and extraordinary atmosphere

"Young Master Ximen, don't come here if you haven't seen you for many days!" An Zhiyan stood up straight, her white and slender fingers on the black car door, and said expressionlessly

The young master Ximen in An Zhiyan's mouth is not Ximen Qing of the Ximen family, but Ximen Jian is also the heir of the Ximen family

Ximen Jian walked in front of An Zhiyan and smiled, thinking that he could give people a feeling like a spring breeze, but it made An Zhiyan feel cold all over his body, and he said with a little melancholy: "Zhiyan, are you really so cruel to me?" ”

"Young Master Simon, I hope you can respect yourself, there is nothing between us in the first place, where does this cruelty come from?" An Zhiyan's face was still as expressionless as it was at the beginning, but Ximen Jian was not a fool like Ximen Qing, and An Zhiyan was not willing to offend according to the current identity of the An family

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