Overnight, a page has been lifted, or perhaps it is the last page of this era.

Beijing.

The Qingcheng Chamber of Commerce rose out of thin air.

The White Dragon Chamber of Commerce collapsed.

Maybe that's not the most exciting.

The evil tiger of the Zhao family, everyone thought that the dead Zhao Jinglei had returned, and one hand supported the Zhao family again, no one knew where Zhao Jinglei had disappeared in the past 20 years, let alone where this Zhao Jinglei stepped out again.

Twenty years have passed, and Zhao Jinglei's aftermath does not seem to have diminished at all, and even standing after stepping out, it gives people a feeling like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

However, this is obviously not the most shocking thing, the most shocking thing is that overnight, the heads of the three major families disappeared in unison.

Zhuo Liangyu of the Zhuo family is on the throne.

The Xia family has been on the throne for more than a year.

Zhao Jia, Zhao Jinglei, ascended to the throne.

It seems that all this is a testament to one thing, that the last page of this era has been turned, and a new era has dawned.

As for those who live and die, they have become the most declining things, and when these most exciting things fall, no one will care about the death of those who are famous or not.

At the crowded Dongcheng Railway Station in Beijing, a white bear with a scar on his face that has not yet healed sits in the waiting hall, his expression a little stiff, absentmindedly looking at a magazine, and holding a train ticket to Sichuan tightly in his other hand.

is finally about to leave this capital, but Bai Xiong has no reluctance in his heart, but he is full of relief, or his life has just begun.

Ten years of military career, ten years of Rongma, ten years of the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce, this life is rich enough, and Bai Xiong also feels that these together are enough for him.

Now, at this age, ambition has become the most extravagant and superfluous thing, Bai Xiong just wants to find a leisure place, feel at ease to reflect on his not wonderful life, it is best to meet an ordinary woman who is not smart again, maybe it is not bad to be drowsy in this life.

Thinking of this, the white bear smiled faintly, and raised an arc on his mouth, putting aside these things that can overwhelm people, it seems that everything can be clear, if all this is not his wishful thinking.

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Bai Xiong silently got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, looking at himself in the mirror, Bai Xiong instantly felt a little strange, it seemed that this fast-paced life made him forget his appearance, and he didn't even have time to sit down and look in the mirror.

Turning off the faucet, there is movement behind him, and the sixth sense alerts the white bear.

Rolloc 19, the white bear heard the familiar voice in an instant, but by the time he reflected it, it was already too late.

Rolloc 19 bullets with silencers rained out.

There were no bullets, and the white bear's back chest was beaten into a honeycomb, until the fifteen bullets were exhausted, and the two-meter-tall man who turned around had already sat on the ground, and there was no sign of life at all.

The bearded man in front of him silently put away his pistol and looked at such a corpse quietly.

"White Bear, you shouldn't quit, a deserter still wants to live that kind of life, it's too luxurious, don't forget, we've already died in Ryrams, and no one has returned." The black rhino said lightly, his expression was not ordinary calm, this was no longer the realm of murder and bloodletting, but a kind of indifference, a kind of indifference to death.

After saying that, the black rhino didn't linger for a moment, and disappeared into this Dongcheng train station.

None of the people who should run can be left, and none of the people who should be left can't run.

This is not just the end of an era, but the end of some people, and death is also the end.

A building just rising in Beijing.

"It's all over?" Ma Zhutian stood on the roof of this building that was not decorated inside, this is an absolutely proud height, it seems that not everyone can reach it, but this will be when the top of the mountain is not so fulfilling, just for Ma Zhutian or Li Yuan and Li Anshi behind him.

"No one knows." Li Yuan's expression was a little heavy, and it was estimated that this depressing atmosphere would not dissipate for a while and a half.

"Do you think this will be a new beginning?" Li Anshi said that in this unspeakable vastness, they easily stood at this height, and easily made them think that they would easily fall from the top of this building and fall to pieces.

"Maybe many years from now, we will also be the ones who died in Swallow Pass." Ma Zhutian exhaled deeply, this is a fact that has to be admitted, although Ma Zhutian does not want to believe it at all.

"In front of the swallow pass is the Hong Gate, what is in front of the Hong Gate? It's all forgotten, how difficult is it for a person to want to completely shed his name? "Maybe this is what I sighed, Li Yuan is absolutely unprecedentedly powerless.

When these drunken gold mazes become a thing of the past, although there is nothing worth climbing on, because he knows that no matter how he climbs, he will not be able to reach that height, and even at this time, Li Yuan will be a little envious of those Dousheng Xiaomin, although he can't get anything he wants, life with resentment, death with resentment, living in a scam that he doesn't know, although it is a little sad, but they may not know that this is sad for the rest of their lives.

They didn't answer, because something was too far away from them.

"It's the best result, why can't I be happy?" Ma Zhutian said, and finally said this sentence that had been held back for a long, long time, this is the best result, and I am afraid the worst result.

One of the most potential phoenix men in Beijing has encountered the biggest bottleneck in his life.

This is not destined to be a very nutritious thing, just like this story, there is no nutrition, only a piece of hollow and disease-free **, exaggerated, to the point, and an empty typist.

Just like the lives of the passers-by, no matter how wonderful and brilliant their lives are, they just remember to take a sip of tea and never experience the ups and downs. Perhaps the only thing that can be experienced is only the suffering of others, the difficulties of others, and of course all this must override one's own interests.

The same is true of human nature.

Never satisfied.

Never satisfied.

Never satisfied.

At this time, the woman who gently stroked her bulging belly knelt down in the Horn Temple in Tibet, pious like a believer.

Behind this woman, there stood a guy silently, and I don't know how long she had been standing, and although she couldn't see anything, the man was convinced that she would finally feel that he had never left, and that he had always been so.

The turntable did not go on in a real sense, and there was no election of this year's champion, but ten years later, this will definitely go on again, but the organizer has been changed from the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce to Qingcheng, of course, how many people will be left who have participated in the bloodshed?

Fragments are always fragmented.

Like that era, that gone era, those who passed away.

The saddest thing is that those things that are gone, despite their glittering, are not remembered for a minute.

This era of Demo belonging to these people, perhaps at the last moment, shed tears of remorse, shed the most clear-hearted look, or indifference, but this scene, no one can do without it, whether it is a good to bad person, or a bad to good person.

This is the best and the worst.

But in any case, it doesn't hurt to live or die, it's okay to linger, this is their Ascend era.