One man, one tiger. Sister-in-law Suo Ke Er said the Internet, look at the most dizzying Yan Qing girl Er said ∷ top ∷ point ∷ small ∷ said,

This cold wind is obviously telling Li Bai that this is not a bridge in some movies.

"Zhao Kuangchao" Li Bai shouted softly, no matter how good Li Bai's concentration is, at this time, he is a little unable to hold his breath. What they were facing now was something that Lieber had calculated a thousand times that he had not anticipated.

Zhao Kuangran didn't turn his head to look at Li Bai, who was full of panic, and still looked at the big insect very irrationally, but this move was obviously a death in Li Bai's eyes.

Obviously, the nature of this giant beast was singled out, and the huge tiger claws rubbed against the ground, and there was a grinding sound one after another, and it was obvious that this sound was as terrifying in Li Bai's ears as the voice of death.

But Zhao Kuangchao did not have a look of evasion, but instead took a few steps forward, as if it was about to reach the point where the tiger could reach it as long as he pounced forward.

When Li Bai thought that Zhao Kuang was crazy, Zhao Kuang was really crazy, Zhao Kuang made a somewhat awkward move, like an inscrutable move in some martial arts films.

The big insect that was about to take off stopped instantly, as if it was stopped by Zhao Kuangran's move, and lowered its head with countless scars, which were like Zhao Kuangran's upper body, as if telling one story after another.

A pair of round eyes stared at Zhao Kuangchao like this, from the top to the bottom, from the bottom to the top, as if he was taboo, and as if he was determining something.

With a final low roar, the big insect that had plagued Qinglong Village for an unknown number of years turned around and disappeared into the red pine forest, as if it had never appeared, although it left huge footprints on the ground.

Li Bai found that he was soaked in cold sweat, facing such a tiger, but not facing a person, no matter how uncaring people know the word accommodation, but in the face of such a brute who can't understand human words, Li Bai has no tricks.

"What happened?" Li Bai looked at the direction where the big insect disappeared in a daze, and looked at Zhao Kuangchao in disbelief, if he said that the behemoth was scared away by Zhao Kuangchao's kingly spirit, even if there was really a God, Li Bai didn't believe it.

"Nothing." Zhao Kuangran said a little distractedly, maybe he knows the origin of this big worm, maybe this rare big worm will never appear here, Zhao Kuangran sighed a little, just now he was undoubtedly playing with his life, but obviously his guess was correct, he just put on the most basic posture of the tiger, obviously this tiger recognized it at a glance.

Who says these mountain beasts don't have spirituality? Even if it's a mountain jump or a wild roe deer, there are things that a human should have.

I don't know how long it took, until it was completely dark, Li Bai came back from the shock, this huge jungle, not like Li Bai imagined, with all kinds of ghosts crying wolf howls at night, but very calm and calm, extraordinarily peaceful, Li Bai didn't know if it was the reason for the evil stone wall, or the reason why this behavior made people puzzled with the big worm.

"Was that really a tiger just now?" Li Bai felt that he had just been embarrassed and thrown home, but he still asked this most ridiculous question, because Li Bai felt that he had just had a nightmare.

"What do you say?" Zhao Kuang chuckled and turned his head, this time he could walk towards this small grave bag without any scruples.

Looking at the terrifying scale of the tiger bones from a distance, it is even more unbelievable to look at the past at close range, Zhao Kuangran stood in front of the tomb bag like this, took out the box of Hongta Mountain, but did not light it in his mouth, maybe he only knew the word Wei Chi about the old man in the tomb bag, but I don't know why, maybe it was the reason why he saw too much of this kind of tomb, Zhao Kuangran always felt that something was touched, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"It's bad luck here."

Li Bai was frightened by this incomparably sudden voice, it seemed that in this deep mountain and old forest, human abilities were infinitely reduced.

Turning his head, he could clearly see that it was a person under the moon, and Li Bai was also glad that he was a person, and he didn't know what he was thanking about.

Can Zhao Kuang forget the voice of jì? Zhao Kuang turned his head and tried to squeeze out a smile that was absolutely distracting, although he didn't know if Uncle Dao could see it in this moonlight.

"Uncle Dao, I'm back." Zhao Kuangran took a deep breath and said, these few words contain too many things, but it is because they contain too much that people can't hear anything.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." Uncle Dao seemed to realize something, but there were some words that he still hoped to hear from Zhao Kuang's mouth in person.

"Go see your sister, she's still waiting." Uncle Dao's body trembled slightly, when a child understands a qiē, will he still believe in this world?

Zhao Kuangran nodded silently, trying to control the overflowing love in his heart, and finally kowtowed four times in front of this small grave, perhaps this is the only time someone has done this in this sad grave.

Taking advantage of the night to go deep into the mountain, Li Bai followed Zhao Kuangchao closely along the way, obviously the awe of this mountain in his heart turned into fear.

Uncle Dao led the way, Zhao Kuang walked in the center, and Li Bai, who was unwilling to be left behind, walked at the end, just walked like this, walked for a long time, Li Bai felt that this was the most difficult road he had ever walked in his life, and this incomparably powerful mountain made this man who believed in calmness in every major event completely messed up.

A grave bag full of wild flowers appeared in everyone's sight, Uncle Dao stopped, stood in place and smiled at Zhao Kuang, looking at this Zhao Kuangran, who was already graceful in a suit, this was no longer the child of Qinglong Village, like a caterpillar and a butterfly.

Zhao Kuangran walked forward step by step, until he came very close to the tomb bag before stopping, Zhao Kuangran slowly squatted down, not kneeling.

The hand gently touched Zhao Xuemei's name on the tombstone, a little rough.

"Sister, I've slaughtered that beast with my own hands." This is Zhao Kuangchao's first sentence, and it is also a mysterious sentence, who is the beast in the end? This is bound to be a difficult question to answer, how can we really stand in front of this grave with a clear conscience?

Zhao Kuangchao knew that he had no qualifications to stand here with a clear conscience in his life, even if she was lying below, Zhao Kuangchao was unwilling, he owed her too much, but he couldn't pay it back.

Even if he knew about the dark things, what could Zhao Kuang do about it? Can he fight Liu Sheng, can he fight the Zhao family? Can he fight the Zhao family, can he fight through this era?

The truth, in the face of reality, is extremely powerless, and those who strive to pursue the truth are so embarrassing.

Zhao Kuangran's body trembled a little, Li Bai in the back happened to witness this qiē, this scene, Li Bai has not experienced, maybe it is a pity, or maybe it is a happy thing, he just did the opposite of Zhao Kuangchao, those guilt was shocked by the sense of accomplishment, this is the biggest difference between a mountain person and a city person, the difference in essence.

"Sister, it's a pity that I can't bring my favorite mother-in-law, she is really a good woman, she is really a good woman, I still failed her." Zhao Kuangchao was already a little silent, as if he was going to completely shed his tears tonight.

Uncle Dao no longer looked at it, as if he wanted to stop listening, turned his head and lit a cigarette with a shiver, how could he not know what Zhao Kuangran had experienced, no matter what kind of difficulties he had endured, how difficult it was to stand here with a clear conscience, all Uncle Dao could think of was death.

This night, it was a long, long time, at least Li Bai felt so, he just listened to a crying man holding this tombstone and talking all night, saying too much, from leaving Qinglong Village to answering Qinglong Village again, Li Bai couldn't imagine that this was what Zhao Kuangchao experienced.

The sun touched the mountain, but Li Bai didn't feel any sleepiness, stood up from the wooden pier that he had sat on all night, and looked at Zhao Kuangchao still kneeling, Li Bai took out his mobile phone that was almost out of battery and looked at the time, almost going back, and if he didn't go, he wouldn't be able to catch up with that exciting start.

Zhao Kuangran stood slowly, and after a night, there were a few more strands of white hair on his head, and his eyes were red, but his waist was straight, as if he had never bent.

He has failed a lot, and will disappoint more people in the future, but in the face of the whirlpool of this era, he has no choice, all the choices in front of him are only to live up, live up, and live up again.

Until that day, when he could not disappoint anyone, he could close his eyes, and his extremely sad and extremely sad voice might have ended like that, leaving nothing but countless graves with his name on them, and he could not stand with a clear conscience.

Maybe this one in the sky, one underground, why did Zhao Kuangran and Gong San'er meet, and why did they smell the same, in fact, the two of them are tangled people who seek a clear conscience in their bones, but the more they live, the more they struggle.

What is called a clear conscience, that is, not to ask for a clear conscience.

"Uncle Dao, if I can't come back, just next to my sister, help me find a good place." Zhao Kuang said nonsense.

Uncle Dao was stunned, he read something from Zhao Kuang's chaotic eyes, his heart was pinched fiercely, the child in front of him had jumped out of Qinglong Village, but he was still being pulled by these three words.

"Is there really no room for anything?" Uncle Dao said.

Zhao Kuang nodded chaotically.

"If you can, come back once if you can live, and bring back the corpse." Uncle Dao's lips trembled and said, a calloused hand on Zhao Kuangran's shoulder, this is still a cultural person in Qinglong Village, but he can't escape the fate of being tormented by this nameless mountain and the life that belongs to the son of a bitch here, it seems that this world, no matter which world you live in, is not so easy.