The little people meet after the turmoil, and the ridiculous dominance of the unattainable fate, I have to admit that they have brains, but only brains? Like a vulture hovering in the air.

"Zhao Kuangchao?" The white eagle looked at the two people who were gradually coming out of the darkness, as if he suddenly lost a little expression, and looked at Zhao Kuangchao with some vigilance.

"You killed me a few days ago, and now you forgot about it?" Zhao Kuang laughed and walked forward gently, and the black cloth dagger appeared in Gong San'er's hand.

The white eagle's expression was extremely ugly, he couldn't figure out why Zhao Kuangran appeared here, and he couldn't understand what Zhao Kuangran was targeting him for, just because he helped Li Hongwei, I am afraid it was not enough to provoke him.

Guo Qihu turned his head to look at Zhao Kuangchao, he was the first time he had seen Zhao Kuangran, and he had heard a little rumor, and this was also the first time Zhao Kuangchao had seen Guo Qihu, but Guo Qihu, the third son of Gong San'er next to Zhao Kuangran, was very familiar, and he could let a little Zhang Si who had made Xiao Zhang Si suffer a secret loss in Qingdao stand behind him, this young man was a little interesting.

"Whether you save it or not, Guo Qihu can't survive tonight." The white eagle roughly thought that this Zhao Kuangran was here for Guo Qihu, and laughed at this Zhao Kuangran in his heart for being a fool, after tomorrow he would be a big celebrity in Qingdao, and it was not a good deal to offend him for a dying person.

"I don't know Guo Qihu, to put it bluntly, we can only live one of us tonight." Zhao Kuang stared at the white eagle and said, Gong San'er suddenly took a few steps forward, and pressed Chang Rin who was going to play some clever tricks.

Two against two, but no matter who kills the deer, it's just a matter of later, after all, the overall situation of Qingdao has been decided, and they are just a little minions who earn one acre and three points of land.

"Is it really necessary to get to this point?" The white eagle is not like Zhao Kuangchao, if he loses, all his hard work will be in vain, people are like this barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, the more they have, the more they are worried, so most people will be unable to move an inch after reaching a height, and some things are more difficult to give up than their own lives.

"Isn't it necessary?" Zhao Kuangran rushed out directly on the snow, and all the blood he had accumulated just now was released, and Gong San'er didn't ink at all, and rushed straight to Chang Rin who broke out in a cold sweat on his head.

The sky flickered with fireworks, fleeting, but in the middle of the night, a few people could appreciate this hard-won beauty.

"It's over?" The roe deer woke up and found that he was driving on the Phaeton, he was lying in the passenger seat, turned his head, and there were three people piled up in the back seat.

"It's all over." Xu Changxiao wiped his eyes, looked at the roe deer who woke up, and smiled extremely far-fetchedly, the roe deer didn't know what could make a smiling tiger laugh so far-fetched.

"Lost?" The roe deer wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when he took it out, he looked at the bones in the back seat, and gently withdrew it.

"So to speak." Xu Changxiao skillfully postured this Phaeton, and in this night, he galloped, ignoring the traffic lights.

The roe deer sighed, didn't know what to say, squinted slightly, and fell asleep in this environment for a while, maybe he was really tired, inconspicuous or inconspicuous, it didn't work, after all, everyone has two eyes and a nose, and there is only one life.

In this cold day, Zhao Kuangchao panted, his left eye was swollen to the point that he couldn't open it, the white vulture on the opposite side was even more miserable, his nose did not stay bloody, and he spit out a few teeth, the two of them were just pure hand-to-hand combat, there was no prescribed routine, that is, the most primitive fight, fortunately, Zhao Kuangran had already used the hundred leaf fist handy, every punch fell on the white vulture, the more ugly the white eagle's face became, and the white vultures were not an ordinary character, every time he and Zhao Kuangchao was a routine of self-destruction and destruction of one thousand enemies and eight hundred, and some of them were dying to pull a cushion back consciousness, The style of play is more like the former Zhao Kuangchao.

Gong San'er and Chang Rin's side is much better, it is completely Gong San'er's side that has the advantage, Zhao Kuang's chaos has actually been heart-to-heart to Gong San'er, coming to Qingdao for these small battles, Gong San'er's expression every time is beyond Zhao Kuang's expectations, maybe Gong San'er is standing, it has always been Xiao Zhang Si's level.

Chang Rin's fist is very fierce, but the black cloth dagger that lives Gong San'er there, let alone fight hard, it is a problem to continue to deal with it, and Chang Rin's field regretted the move of putting May Fourth back in the car just now, who would have thought that this should have been killed halfway by lying in the hospital or leaving Qingdao No. 2 outsiders. However, Gong San'er also saw Chang Rin's move to get close to the car, and sealed Chang Rin tightly, and Chang Rin couldn't say it.

"If you have something to discuss, who instructed you, I will give you double and triple the price." After being punched by Zhao Kuangchao again, the white eagle really couldn't bear Zhao Kuangran's way of consuming his body, after all, Zhao Kuangran's body was not comparable to him.

Zhao Kuang stopped his movements, looked at the white vulture who was almost unstable, and wanted to impact the white vulture who thought he was the winner and said: "Even if you pay ten times the price, it's useless, it's Pan Weigong who wants your life." ”

The white vulture's expression is wonderful, from anger to unwillingness, from unwillingness to anger.

"There's no use for people in this society, do you think Pan is raising your dog with backbones for the guild? I'll just do it, no matter how good it is, it's just an outsider in Qingdao, Pan Weigong won't kill us, and you are different, no matter what you say in Qingdao, it's also an eleventh. Gong San'er pulled out the dagger stuck in Chang Rin's neck, and stood behind the white vulture unconsciously.

The white vulture finally couldn't stand on its feet, and slowly knelt in the snow, I have to say that the white vultures are a piece of gold, but in this era, gold may not have the qualifications to shine.

"I want Pan Weigong to tell me personally!" The white eagle struggled in the end, the so-called hateful people must have something sad, Zhao Kuang turned around and stopped looking at the white eagle, Gong San'er, who was standing behind the white eagle, raised his knife and fell, and this Dongyang Square was finally quiet.

Zhao Kuang walked quietly to Guo Qihu's side, wiped the blood on his hands, and Gong San'er followed.

Gong San'er lit a cigarette, didn't need to smoke it, but handed it to Guo Qihu, Guo Qihu was still standing like that, holding Gong San'er's Hongta Mountain in his mouth, as if he was laughing, Zhao Kuang knew Guo Qihu's state, but he didn't doubt that Guo Qihu could still stand, stand all night, or for a lifetime.

"Don't you feel like I'm a bit of a wimp?" Guo Qihu suddenly said vaguely.

Zhao Kuang shook his head and muttered, "No, a man who is not even afraid of death can still be called a nest?" A man who can make Qingdao turn over the soup can be called a nest? He was moved, although the Guo Qihu in front of him was unfamiliar, but Zhao Kuan was convinced of this gentleman in his heart.

Guo Qihu smiled self-deprecatingly, spit out blood, and said with blood: "No matter how I hear it, you juniors are hurting me, like me, a tiger, no matter how unwilling I am, after all, I am a clown in the eyes of others." ”

"I've lived enough, but I haven't made enough trouble, San'er, you should know a little bit about me, and if you are willing to do your best, you will give your strength, and I will not dream of coming to you if I am reluctant." Guo Qihu said with a smile, his voice getting lower and lower, and a cigarette burned most of it.

"Guo Laohu, how dare I, my third son will give up his life and send the red candle back to the Guo family, but whether the Guo family wants it is another matter, my master guarantees it with his reputation." Gong San'er patted his chest, although this young master's reputation was really a little unbearable.

"Do they want to" Guo Qihu whispered, until the voice was so small that it could not be heard clearly, and finally disappeared, the smoke on his mouth burned out, and finally fell into the snow.

Guo Qihu died, with unwillingness, with residual ambition, and there may be a trace of repentance, but he didn't say it, and he didn't have time to say it.

Gong San'er leaned over and let Guo Qihu close his eyes, not wanting too many people to know that this Hades king of Qingdao ended up dead and blind.

"Who's Red Candle?" Zhao Kuang asked randomly, a little confused about the conversation between Gong San'er and Guo Qihu in the end.

Gong San'er lit a cigarette and smoked: "Guo Qihu's sister, not his own child, is a "wild seed" and a mute, Guo Qihu also left the Guo family because of this incident, we outsiders can't tell, but tomorrow we are going to Nanjing, I know where his sister is." ”

Zhao Kuang nodded chaotically, he didn't expect Guo Qihu to have such a tender thing. But even if Nanjing is a sea of swords and fires, he plans to go there, not only because Gong San'er agreed, but also because a man's last entrustment, as long as it is not too excessive, who can take it as child's play?

"Wait, do you think Guo Qihu is dead like this, and the awesome Guo family in Nanjing will sit idly by? But that's when we went away. Gong San'er thinks about what he will look like in the future, and he feels a little pleasure of revenge, as long as Zhao Kuangchao feels more and more that this society is like a deep pool, the more he understands, the more terrifying it becomes.

"Let's go." Gong San'er got up after smoking a cigarette, the two left slowly, Zhao Kuangran looked back at Dongyang Square again, and muttered: "Guo Qihu is dead?" For some reason, he always felt that Guo Qihu's death was like a dream.

"Dead." Gong San'er replied simply.

Under the street lamp, the two chatted without a word, mostly some emotion when they saw a cow die.

Only the city is silent.

Guo Qihu's era has come to an end, and I don't know how many years later, there will be a few people who will remember this man's name.