Seeing this guy who had nothing to do with the Zhuo family but was destroyed because of the Zhuo family leaving, Zhuo Liangyu stepped on the last cigarette, and everything came to fruition.

"Why?" A female voice sounded behind Zhuo Liangyu.

Zhuo Liangyu's expression was a little tangled, he couldn't be familiar with this voice, he turned his head a little stiffly, this was the first time he saw this look on Zhuo Yue's face, it was not annoyance, only calm, so calm that it made people feel uncalm.

"Is it the Zhuo family, or is it Zhao Kuangchao?" Zhuo Liangyu moved his mouth, maybe he knew that Zhuo Yue would give him an answer that disappointed him, but he still wanted to know from her mouth to be truly willing.

"Is that interesting, you ask? Grandpa Tai may have been buried in the deep soil at this moment, is it because of Zhuo Yue's sentence that makes Zhuo Liangyu repent, and then the Zhuo family will return to the beginning? Zhuo Yue's expression was still extremely calm, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

No matter how abstract this story is, it can't be changed, and it won't touch her as an irrelevant person.

"Everything is what I mean, so is Zhuo Wenwu, so is Zhao Kuangchao, I don't have a choice, I can't protect either." Zhuo Liangyu took a deep breath and said a little dejectedly, everything he worked hard to manage would always become vulnerable when he didn't expect it.

"You're not without a choice. You're just doing it for yourself. Zhuo Yue said lightly, like a doll with cotton that had been sucked away, slowly loosening up, even weaker, but she broke free from Zhuo Liangyu and left, she would resent him for the rest of her life, although he knew all this, he still did it, so it was worth her to resent him for the rest of her life.

Zhuo Liangyu smiled gloomily, knowing that he could no longer change.

People who are mired in the quagmire, the more they struggle, the more futile they are, and they will only make their death more miserable.

In front of the tea room.

A black blade reflects the black wind of the moon.

An old man with a broken intestine gently wiped the blood on the black blade, and the three different corpses in front of him were proving the sharpness of the black blade, as if there was nothing that had not been chopped.

The old man wiped the blood stains on the black blade, and slowly got up, the rickety body trembled a little, the old hand like dead wood was still tightly gripping the black blade, which accompanied him for an era, and helped him cut off too many things, if it weren't for it, maybe Zhao Baichuan would not have come to this point, but Zhao Baichuan would rather not hold this black blade.

Because of this, he won too many people, but he was the most miserable and lost the most in the end, and his life was completely in smoke, the most ridiculous thing, and he couldn't get anything, only blood.

Trembling steps out of the tea room, the courtyard of the Zhao family in the dark has gradually become lonely, no one will willingly change this loneliness, maybe those fresh blood will really change all this, although it will become what Zhao Baichuan does not want.

It is precisely because he has taken too many detours that Zhao Baichuan does not want this detour to continue, but he doesn't understand that everything he has is just the most superfluous thing, and some detours must be taken, just like this black blade is destined to face the big fast knife in the hands of the man standing in the courtyard.

"I haven't seen you for twenty years, how is Old Man Zhao?" The middle-aged man standing in the courtyard said lightly, his voice was like thunder, which was worthy of the name.

The middle-aged man has a steady stream of domineering, or aggressiveness, like a belligerent tiger.

"It's still unsatisfactory, but to be able to see you from here again, I should also close my eyes willingly, the Zhao family hasn't fallen yet, it's just that the era of us old things is over." Zhao Baichuan said, the black blade had trembled slightly, as if it had encountered a strong enemy, this was not a tremor of fear, but a belligerent roar.

"There is no need to say it so sadly, why didn't you snatch the Zhao family from those remnants, I just did my part." The middle-aged man said lightly, and the hand holding the big fast knife was slowly clenched.

"This era is not as beautiful as you imagined, but the upcoming competition will definitely be more interesting than you imagined, it's a pity that my old bone can't see it, but there are no regrets." Although Zhao Baichuan said this, there was no regret on this extremely old face, maybe he really didn't care about winning or losing, let alone life and death.

"The Zhao family will become stronger in my hands, I told you this sentence twenty years ago, but you are obsessed, and now your plan has failed, that dog still can't inherit the Zhao family after all, you Zhao Baichuan can't think of it in his life and is drowsy once, why do you bet everything on such a child, although he is my son Zhao Jinglei." The middle-aged man's hand holding the big fast knife showed green tendons.

"Is it really drowsy? Zhao Kuanglei may not become the next Zhao Jinglei, but you Zhao Jinglei will not become the second Zhao Kuanglei in this life. Zhao Baichuan slowly mentioned the black blade, maybe it would be good to take this sentence as the last sentence.

"Ridiculous." Zhao Jinglei said coldly, and the big fast knife in his hand was already about to run out.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The sound of the black blade and the big fast knife colliding is particularly exciting, and the final symphony of this battle is arranged, which is the collision of the new era and the old era, and the last movement of the end of an era.

Under the old banyan tree in Beijing, a small grave bag that is not abrupt, a man kneeling in front of the grave bag.

Zhao Pixiu stood beside the man who was kneeling on the ground, with a sarcastic smile on his face, he didn't care who was buried in this small grave, let alone the life and death of this Zhao Kuangchao.

"It's an honor for you to die in the hands of me, the future head of the Zhao family, what else do you want to say now?" Zhao Pixiu took a mountain knife, and found that he no longer had the intention of torturing the guy in front of him, or lost the little patience he had, and the Zhao Kuang chaos in front of him could only be regarded as a small episode of his brilliant life at most, and it did not mean anything.

Zhao Kuang shook his head, but looked at the tomb bag with a dull gaze, wanting to say something, but the words were gambled on everything.

He, a white-eyed wolf, has failed too many things, at least he didn't fail him in the end, if he had to die, Zhao Kuangran would rather choose here.

"Then you can die in peace." Zhao Pixiu raised the mountain knife high and slashed it hard.

There was no sound.

Zhao Pixiu wiped the blood on his body and handed the mountain knife to a henchman beside him.

"Do you want to clean up?" The man said without any change in his expression.

Zhao Pixiu glanced at the wilderness, shook his head and said, "Just keep him to feed the wild dogs." ”

Thinking about a successor that Zhao Baichuan had worked hard to cultivate, and ended up being thrown into the wilderness to feed wild dogs after he died, and it was from his own hands, Zhao Pixiu felt a special sense of accomplishment, as if he had done something amazing.

The two Lu Patrol vehicles left under the old banyan tree, leaving behind the bones that had not yet cooled down.

Zhao Kuangchao, who was lying on the ground, panted heavily, he was out of breath with blood pressure behind him, struggling to climb, no one would have thought that he had been cut off at the back of his neck and had not been able to die thoroughly, every time he climbed, Zhao Kuangchao seemed to be able to endure the most unbearable suffering, but all this plus was worth her death?

Zhao Kuang's face was full of tears, he was unwilling, the deepest and deepest unwillingness to hide was vividly vented before death, perhaps this is the most torturous way to die in the world, with this unwilling to die that overwhelms the pain all over his body, there is nothing more sad than this.

Zhao Kuangran finally climbed in front of the tombstone, at this time he was speechless, he couldn't even raise his head to look up at the name on the tombstone, his mind slowly became blank, although Zhao Kuangran tried his best to imagine the appearance of that woman.

Those women who had redeemed his soul countless times slowly disappeared from Zhao Kuang's chaotic mind, like a pinch of smoke, like soot floating into a hurricane.

In his consciousness, he kept running, trying to grab those things that he didn't want to forget and couldn't give up, but those things were always getting farther and farther away, and he finally couldn't hold on anymore, even if he ran like this for the rest of his life.

He still didn't marry that woman, didn't let his sister live a good life, didn't take the red candle out of the Guo family, didn't see what Little Peach Blossom looked like when she grew up, didn't listen to all the stories of Gong San'er, he hadn't done too much, too much

Zhao Kuang moved his mouth vigorously, he couldn't say anything, but his fingers didn't listen to him, the tears slowly cooled down, the pain slowly disappeared, the blood stopped, everything was over, his ridiculous life.

The two land patrol vehicles were stopped by a business parked in front of them, and a man stood in front of the business car, holding a long knife in his hand.

"You shouldn't have killed him." Although the man's voice was not loud, it overwhelmed the sound of the engine and pierced into Zhao Pixiu's heart.

Zhao Pixiu felt cold, this feeling was very subtle, but thinking about the people on his side, he also calmed down, the mediocre-looking man in front of him was still a Daluo Immortal.

But after a while, Zhao Pixiu doubted what he had just thought, and finally realized how ridiculous he was.

He wanted to eat people and be eaten, he couldn't complain about anyone, he only felt that the long knife was a little cold when it pierced into the atrium, and when he completely tasted the taste of death, he couldn't tell what it was.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the man holding the long knife took a deep breath of blood, silently lit a cigarette, and four boxes of soft red plums were as cheap as people's hearts.

This era has finally come to an end in the midst of a thousand calls.