The flower snake was back and forth from the line of death, plus the return of Zhao Kuangchao, it can be a double happiness, although it is in this absolutely bad and turbulent situation, but sometimes the more desperate, the brighter the light of hope will be, and people can't help but believe in a qiē.

Zhao Kuang said what he did last night, when he solved Jiang Renping, Zhang Qinggong, who had been extremely calm, sighed, Jiang Renping completely bid farewell to this world that was not beautiful but still reluctant from Zhao Kuangchao's hands, and it seemed to be very happy.

Zhang Qinggong also told him about the coquettish things with Gong San'er last night, including how he entered the Jincheng Huafu and what the man named Li Tieqi looked like.

The more Zhao Kuang listened to it, the more silent he became, it seemed that after a huge storm, it did not blow away any of the gloomy fog on Qingdao's head, and it became more blurry, this quagmire-like situation, nothing has changed, people don't know whether to go forward, or go backward, but at least the giant pythons in front of them have also been cut off.

Gong San'er came back cleanly, and rushed to Zhao Kuangchao with an absolutely relieved look, so he silently did it, and crossed Erlang's legs to burn the roots of Hongta Mountain, which was brought back from outside, with an extremely free and easy posture.

"The circle was beaten in pieces, and it is estimated that it can't be gathered, and the white guest has also been seriously injured, Ye Feiyan has no need to work hard, and the rest, as long as anyone can cross this Li Tieqi and take Jincheng Huafu, then it is who wins, of course, it is the case that he can sit in this position steadily." Gong San'er grinned, like a book, and no name was a different way of pronouncing.

"Roe deer, black cat, these two probably have this idea." Zhao Kuang leaned against the wall, feeling that his body was being dragged by something, and he couldn't shake it off, maybe this was the feeling of entering this deep pool, and when he completely shook off this muddy water, he would either stand on the tip or die.

"We're still afraid that they won't succeed, and they won't have a good time last night, Lao Gao, you have a wide line of people in Qingdao, let's go and check what we didn't know last night." Gong San'er commanded.

Gao Wanfu turned his head in unconditional obedience, shook his undulating body, and left step by step.

Zhao Kuangran took advantage of his free time to call Manu and Xianyang again, and reported that he was safe, but it was the peace of the flower snake, and he didn't say a word about what happened to him last night, Zhao Kuangran was such a person, he wouldn't show off anything, but he wouldn't hide anything when necessary.

Finally let these two no longer kill the hospital, Zhao Kuangchao breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that there is a saying that the sunshine is always after the wind and rain, but after experiencing this storm, in this rare calm, Zhao Kuangran's body hurts so much that people want to hit the wall.

But Zhao Kuangran didn't show anything, just gritted his teeth, sat tightly clenched fists, and the cold sweat on his forehead bubbled out of thin air.

Gong San'er and the others also seemed to notice Zhao Kuangchao's discomfort, but no one broke it, just squatting where they should have squatted, standing when they should have sittened, and sitting when they should have sitting, enjoying the long-lost calm after this storm, but this makes people feel weird in the calm, and it seems like the beginning of a bigger storm.

"Messy, can you bear it?" Gong San'er looked at Zhao Kuang, who was silent, and was confused.

Zhao Kuangran didn't say anything, just turned his head, and his eyes were extremely firm.

Gong San'er sighed, knowing that there was no one in this corridor who could be called, he consciously went downstairs and bought more than a dozen big buns, in the face of the hot buns, the people who had been busy all night were hungry, and they didn't talk to Gong San'er politely, and the solution of the wind and clouds, especially Gui San, regardless of his identity, gnawed garlic, solved five big buns, and felt that he had eaten so much for the first time in his life, and it was the first time he had eaten such a cheap thing.

Zhao Kuang ate two unhurriedly, feeling that his brain was a little messy, the tiredness in his body hit, and he fell asleep unconsciously, and since Zhao Kuang closed his eyes, there was no other sound in the corridor.

Gong San'er still seemed to be so energetic, and the mobile phone was taken out of his pocket back and forth and put it back, as if he was hesitating, but looking at the sleeping Zhao Kuangchao, he gritted his teeth and dialed the number that he didn't want to call.

Maybe Gong San'er's behavior is too abnormal, and Gui San, who doesn't seem to be interested in Yiqiē, pays attention, and is curious about who this number is called, so that Gong San'er can't make up his mind.

"Brother Fo." Gong San'er seemed to scream hotly, but the extremely old face did not raise the temperature at all.

On the other side of the phone came the voice of Phogona and his dryness, a voice like a grim reaper, as if it had not come from his throat at all, and if it had been heard by others for the first time, it would have goosebumps.

"Master, are you in trouble?" Brother Buddha seemed to know what cards Gong San'er was playing.

"It's in trouble, and now we need manpower." Gong San'er's expression was solemn, this was also the first time Gui San saw Gong San'er's serious expression, and he seemed to feel that this master who couldn't get on the stage no matter how he dressed up, if he was really serious, he would have a bit of the so-called domineering spirit.

"Qingdao?" by Fogo.

"Yes, although this is not a blessed land, but this opportunity, I want to seize it, even if it is not for me, for the sake of chaos." Gong San'er walked to the windowsill, extremely calm, and there was a special desolation in his words.

"I'll be there tomorrow morning, but this time your lord owes me once." by Fogo.

Gong San'er finally smiled, and the things that had been created with great difficulty on that face were gone, and Ren Dezhi said: "It's not just once, my father owes it ten times and eight times." ”

"It's not productive." Brother Fo scolded and hung up the phone.

Gong San'er took back his mobile phone with some excitement, turned his head to look at the sleeping Zhao Kuangchao again, and smiled from the bottom of his heart, in the dark, the two didn't know who was holding whose nose to walk, maybe they had walked through the glory, maybe they had walked through the sea of swords, maybe they had walked through the desolate area that they had not walked, no matter how bitter or difficult, Gong San'er didn't care, the only thing Gong San'er asked for was just to face this Zhao Kuangchao and smile with a clear conscience, which was enough, even if Zhao Kuangran stepped on what kind of height in the future, He Gong San'er can have a clear conscience These four big characters, the four big characters that are easy to write but the most difficult to do.

"Annoying quagmire, the word profit blinds everyone, who cares about good and evil?" Gong San'er muttered, as if talking to herself, and as if she was giving this to everyone in the hallway.

Gui San glanced at Gong San'er with disdain, as if he felt that such words should not come out of Gong San'er's uneducated mouth.

"Master, have you seen this society?" Gong San'er looked at Gui San teasingly, and her words were full of sarcasm.

"The man who has the will." Gui San ignored Gong San'er's disgusting look, in his eyes, the reason why Gong San'er was able to be here is the Tao, and nine points are due to luck, even if there is one point left, that point is not strength.

Gong San'er smiled, and the rare one didn't continue to be sarcastic, but just hummed an unknown song in his mouth, although it wasn't good, but it was still able to make people listen to it, and there was not much disgust, it is estimated that this is already the limit of tolerance for Gong San'er.

The intermittent singing, the extremely tired people in the corridor, drowsy, closed their eyes, but they didn't seem to have any sweet dreams.

Those things that seem far away, because they are far away, are so easy to obtain, maybe only after experiencing such despair, will you understand that this remoteness is such a lucky thing, at least that thing is stored. And these characters who live under this huge darkness, whether they are as big as the sky or as gravel, whether they play the harlequin or the protagonist, what are they chasing?

How ridiculous it is to step out of this world and into that world under those eyes, because the word world was invented by people in the first place. People who are busy before and after, are they giving themselves an explanation, or are they fooling themselves.

The hurried day was spent in the slight eyes of everyone, and when the night fell, some people breathed a sigh of relief, but the battle of more people had just begun, and it had just begun.

Five locomotives roared past the streets of Qingdao, riding completely desperately, ignoring the so-called signal lights, desperately overtaking the car, worthy of the name of the road killer.

"Brother Shijo, ride slowly." The four cylinders seemed to be lifted by the wind, but these words only made the locomotive faster.

"Four cylinders, when you get in, don't hold back Lao Tzu." Shijo laughed and screamed, as if the feeling of putting his life on speed made people feel extraordinarily happy.

Si Tube's eyes straightened, and he clenched the steel pipe in his hand.

Something that was about to explode ignited this dull night.

In Jincheng Huafu, the night is more calm here.

Li Tieqi, who is shirtless and has bandages on his chest, has no hideous tattoos on his body, only those scars that are more shocking than anything else, which seem to tell the incomparably long story of this man, but this scene will always make people feel inexplicably desolate.

Li Tieqi gently moved the fine cigarette gun in his hand, looked at the bright and flawless moon with a deep taste, and hummed a song in his mouth, if Gui San was present, his jaw would definitely drop in shock, because the tune that Li Tieqi hummed was exactly the same as Gong San'er.

Li Tieqi rubbed his eyes gently, felt that his hands were a little wet, and shook his head wordlessly, the wind blew, and it was extremely cold.