Zhao Kuangran woke up, and there was an inexhaustible strength all over his body, as if he was back at the peak, but what Zhao Kuangran was thinking about was not how this body was, but what kind of battle he could accept.

Since his body had recovered, Zhao Kuangran was unwilling to continue to stay in this room stupidly, and when he opened the door, the sunlight was extremely dazzling.

The sun is shining, although it is a little hot, but it is a good weather, will it be tomorrow? Zhao Kuang thought wildly.

Zhao Kuang rubbed his face, feeling that the beard that he hadn't shaved for a long time was a little prickly, and his hair was like a chicken nest because he hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

The traces of the battle at the door last night have disappeared without a trace, Zhao Kuangran is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, which is a little unfit and loose, and his skeleton really can't support the clothes that people of the same height should wear, so that Zhao Kuanglan is always a full silk appearance.

The exposed two arms are densely covered with wounds, which are more decorative than tattoos, and in this kind of day, Zhao Kuangchao generally chooses long sleeves, because he doesn't know when he will become a negative teaching material when he walks on the road, and the return rate is also 100%.

Zhao Kuanglan never felt that these wounds had anything to show off, let alone those meaningless tattoos, although he was draped in a vivid Sun Dasheng on his back, but Zhao Kuangran was not interested in these things that were rare only for people living in the cradle.

Simple sweatpants, with a slipper with no sense of fashion at all, this is Zhao Kuangran's current dress, his previous clothes are estimated to have been thrown out, although he is all clothes from the wardrobe, but when worn on Zhao Kuangran's body, it has a strong smell of stalls.

"How does it feel during the day?" A somewhat playful voice sounded behind Zhao Kuang, and this somewhat feminine voice made people very uncomfortable to listen to, because they could smell a hint of mockery in it.

Zhao Kuangchao turned his head, a man dressed in white was standing behind him, compared to this man, the two of them are simply a heaven and an earth, as for how to describe this man, Zhao Kuangchao has only one thought in his mind, no matter where he goes, this man is Jiao diǎn unmistakable, and himself, just to set off the green leaves of this red flower even more.

"My name is Zhuo Liangyu, and I am fortunate to meet you." man and ≌dǐng ↖≌↖diǎn ≌ ↖ small ≌ ↖ said, .≥.≠os_ (); It's not as invasive as his temperament, and it's amiable, but it looks stiff, as if this real smile is just a programme.

"Zhao Kuangchao." Although Zhao Kuangran knew that the man in front of him would definitely know his name, he still repeated it.

Zhuo Liangyu looked at Zhao Kuangran, from top to bottom, making Zhao Kuangchao feel as if he was standing naked in front of this man.

"It stands to reason that you should call me big brother, after all, you will marry my sister tomorrow, brother-in-law." Zhuo Liangyu said a little teasingly.

Zhao Kuang touched his nose with a wry smile, he knew that the man in front of him was making fun of him, even if Mi was really married that day, it was just a show for the outside world to see.

"What? Isn't my sister worthy of you? Zhuo Liangyu had some symbolic blowing and glaring, and seemed to be particularly interested in this Zhao Kuangchao with a complicated background, of course, what he was interested in was not Zhao Kuangchao himself, but Zhao Kuangchao's Lao Tzu. If Zhao Kuangran is just a poor boy with nothing and no background, even if he has diǎn ambition, diǎn vision, and diǎn means, it is not worth mentioning in Zhuo Liangyu's world.

Zhao Kuangran thought of the short-haired woman, and shuddered inexplicably, this is not a question of worthiness or not, but Zhao Kuangchao can't think of any future at all.

"I don't think you want to send your sister into the hands of me, a hopeless fellow." Zhao Kuangran said suddenly, he was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid of breaking someone's heart, Zhao Kuangran had done enough sins in this life, and if he continued to do evil, Zhao Kuangran felt that he might as well die.

"It's not like I said I wouldn't send it." Zhuo Liangyu's expression was also serious, making the two strangers suddenly become the closest people, it was really unrealistic, and he didn't expect that Zhao Kuanglan and Zhuo Yue could collide with each other, but it was good for everyone to make indecisive things.

"Will I be able to get out of here after I get married?" Zhao Kuangchao said a little naively, although Zhao Kuangchao didn't know where he should go when he left the Zhuo family, and he didn't even know what he should do, although his heart was still pressed by heavy things, but Zhao Kuangran couldn't do anything anymore, he couldn't change reality, he couldn't be like the ghost king, he didn't have that absolute strength.

"I don't want my sister to be widowed." Zhuo Liangyu arched his hand, which can be regarded as answering Zhao Kuangchao's question.

Zhao Kuangchao sighed heavily, like a bird looking out of the cage, now Zhao Kuangchao is not generally nostalgic for the sky of Xiaoxinganling, he wants to go back there, he wants to go back to the place where he was born and raised, he hates this world, hates this era, hates a qiē.

"I know your story." Zhuo Liangyu looked at Zhao Kuang, who was a little distracted, and said nonsense.

Zhao Kuang shook his head silently, denying anything.

"I'm talking about all." Zhuo Liangyu emphasized it again, but found that Zhao Kuangchao beside him had already released his soul out, where did he put it? Is it the Little Khing'an Mountains, or is it under the banyan tree?

"Time will dilute a qiē, you can't change anything, why don't you live for yourself? The dead have become freezers, and it is impossible to move any further. Zhuo Liangyu looked at this kid with the tip of the horns, maybe he was hopeless, or he might have taken something too seriously.

"For you, it may really dilute those things, but in this life, I am just such a diǎn thing, if it is gone, it will be gone, am I not even qualified to follow the miè they destroyed?" Zhao Kuang muttered, with a heavy sentimentality on his face, this picture happened to be captured by Zhuo Liangyu, this is an expression that a young man should not have, compared to this, Zhuo Liangyu feels that this Zhao Kuanglan is more like an old man who is more than half a hundred years old.

Maybe he only owes one opportunity, this opportunity is not a background, not a channel, not money, not to go down any road, but an opportunity to let go of those heavy burdens on his body.

But just like a dead person, this qiē has become a freeze frame, Zhao Kuangchao has become a freeze frame, and those things that can't be thrown away drag Zhao Kuangchao, so that Zhao Kuangchao can't climb forward, just a drop of retreat.

But if you throw away all these heavy things, will Zhao Kuangchao still be Zhao Kuangchao?

Zhuo Liangyu finally knew why there were so many uncomplaining guys standing in the array of Zhao Kuangran, and even he was touched by this young man, this is the most unique thing in Zhao Kuangran, who can turn his story into the story of everyone.

"Poor." Zhuo Liangyu was silent for a long time, just spit out these two words, although he didn't know whether these two words were used to describe Zhao Kuangchao or himself.

"That's how it should be." Zhao Kuang muttered nonsense.

The huge city only needs a fire to be able to burn all qiē diǎn, perhaps because the child who jumped out of this era to change the dynasty at once is enough to respect him.

Although the turntable has dragged on, the people who participated in this game have not withdrawn, but have become the most restless beings in this huge Beijing, a group of young people with diǎn vision and diǎn ambition get together, and over time something terrible will happen.

Perhaps the turbulent Beijing at the moment has made them see a shortcut to climb from this world to that world, so that these people with blood on their hands will delusionally try to make a way, although not enough to shock this era, but at least it can shock those who look down at them.

A black Phaeton drove into the underground parking lot of Jupu, driven by a panicked Zhou Malone, and a white bear with a solemn expression sat in the back seat.

The security guard guarding the parking lot didn't stop Phaeton, just glanced at Zhou Malone who was driving, but just this casual glance, Zhou Malone could feel that this security guard was not a simple commodity, not just a storage zài who had touched a knife and let blood.

Stop the phaeton, Zhou Malong's palms are already full of sweat, and this empty parking lot gives Zhou Malone a particularly depressed feeling, if this is really the era that the white bear said.

"President, it's here." Zhou Ma Long looked at the distracted white bear in the rearview mirror.

The white bear diǎn diǎn head said: "Wait for me here." ”

Before Zhou Malone agreed, Bai Xiong got out of the car and got on the elevator in the parking lot to leave, leaving Zhou Malone a little lonely guarding the car.

There are only two cars parked in this huge parking lot, a white bear car Volkswagen Phaeton, and a Maybach parked in the corner, even if Zhou Malone has been in Beijing for an unknown number of years, he has never seen this license plate number, and the number segment is also the strangest segment Zhou Malone has ever seen.

"The world you can't touch?" Zhou Malone said to himself, and finally shook his head helplessly, falling into deep thought.

"Duoduo, the white bear is here." dǐng building, the enchanting man said to the girl who was watching the night view of Beijing.

"Five minutes late." Duoduo looked at the Patek Philippe P on her white wrist, frowned and said, Duoduo can be relaxed about anything in this world, or not so serious, but the only thing that is more serious is time.

How can a woman who absolutely believes in time and does not believe in any love, or friendship, not to be terrible.

"Are you really going to let this beast out of Beijing? This guy is the best candidate, he has vision and means, and the most important thing is that he doesn't have any ambitions. The enchanted man said.

"I promised him to get through and let him go." The girl muttered that maybe she wouldn't be able to let go of the piece, but it would be easy to put it down and pick it up again.

Small chess pieces, only the fate of being played.