The so-called black who is close to ink, and red who is close to Zhu, as long as you enter this game, even if you are unrecognizable, you can't see your appearance clearly with a mirror. But those outsiders who see it clearly from the outside, how can they understand the feelings of those insiders.

Wang Long Zhang Meng, who was not in the hospital, said goodbye without saying goodbye, not only Gong San'er, but even Zhao Kuangran smelled the unusual smell, but whether it is the principle of the butterfly effect remains to be verified.

Qingdao Railway Station is still full of people, like a machine that will not stop no matter who falls, cold and cruel. The three aliens stopped at the train station, looking like a dusty man, the three of them looked close, but in turn they were from short to tall, about 1.7 meters on the far left, then about 1.8 meters, and close to 1.9 meters on the far right, the three of them were like ladders with regularity.

An extended Bentley waited for a long time, and greeted Xu Muyang, who had a lot of status in Qingdao, which made people wonder what role could make Xu Muyang bend down and bow his head to greet him.

Bentley walked away, the four people in the car were silent, except for Xu Muyang, who was driving, all three of them were closing their eyes to recuperate, in fact, these three people put aside their height, the more they looked alike, making people wonder who could give birth to such three brothers.

Bentley stopped at Jincheng Huafu, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time, and followed Xu Muyang into Jincheng Huafu, although they were in a prosperous area, the calm expressions of the three of them did not change a little, as if there was nothing in this world that was worthy of the interest of these three people.

Pan Weigong waited surprisingly for a long time, beckoned the three of them to sit down, and Pan Weigong said publicly: "Zhou Yanhua, Wang Lianghu, Li Jackal, three, the old man has been waiting for a long time." "Looking at the three people in Tibetan robes, it feels like seeing thousands of troops.

"Lord Pan, our three brothers are not as good as you think, they are just a martial artist, and they have killed a few more people than ordinary people." Li Huwolf, the shortest of the three, spoke, what makes people curious is why these three brothers are not the same surname, but it seems that in this huge river and lake, only these three people themselves know that the surname is the reverse scale of the three of them, and everyone knows it.

"If your three brothers are just a martial artist, I, Pan Weigong, am sorry for the title of Prince Pan, and no one on the road knows your ability to turn the tide." Pan Weigong said with emotion, as if he remembered that era again.

"What's the use of fame, even if the rivers and lakes spread us as ghosts and gods, we are not still alive like a harlequin. Now China is not like 20 years ago, the brain is bigger than a qiē, to put it mildly, Pan Wangye, you have also made a fortune in the past 20 years. Li Jackal said calmly. If others said this in front of Pan Weigong in Qingdao, they would not even be able to leave the bones, but these three people seemed to have the height of being able to treat Pan Wei fairly.

Pan Weigong nodded lightly, his expression didn't feel too ugly, after all, there were only a few people left who survived the turmoil, at least the three people in front of them were the remnants of an era like them, and they had already seen everything that could not be seen.

"Not only Qingdao, there are newcomers in every part of Greater China, whether it is the children of a family or the children of a poor family, the starting line is different, the society is also different, at least this era is more exciting than the era we live in, Pan Wangye, what do you think?" Li Huwolf asked rhetorically, of course, the meaning of these words is only clear to Pan Weigong himself.

"If the newcomer wants to be the king and dominate, he has to wait for me to live for a few years." Pan Weigong chuckled.

"Lord Pan, to help you this time, it all depends on the favor that my aunt owed you back then, to be honest, our third brother is already planning to retire, if this era allows." Li Jackal looked at Pan Weigong quietly, the face that was already very old, the muddy waters of the rivers and lakes, after stopping for a long time, it would be difficult to get out, obviously Pan Weigong knew this, but if this old man washed his hands in a golden basin, his life would almost come to an end, some things seemed to be beautiful, but in fact, it was just that, and it also proved the word price.

"Retreat or not, wash your hands in the golden basin or not, you can't be allowed to have the final say." Pan Weigong suddenly aged a little more, and his hand like dead wood gently tapped on the table, a very old and long-standing song.

"I'll solve half of these eleven evils for you, no matter what you say, you can't make this group of children think that the older generation is gone, no, what we suffered back then, they can't be less." Li Jackal got up, and the two who didn't say a word also stood up, and the three of them bowed to Pan Weigong and left like this, leaving an extremely domineering sentence.

In the hospital, Gong San'er and Zhao Kuang played chess, this is the only thing that the two can pass the time, Zhao Kuang is a novice, Gong San'er looks like a master, although he often does some regret chess and change the child, but the two often have a lot of fun, and even the old man in the ward next door also came to Zhao Kuang to kill a game, often Zhao Kuang and the dog-headed military advisor Gong San'er were both killed by this optimistic uncle.

Another night, the uncle next door quietly slipped over and tortured Zhao Kuang and Gong San'er, Gong San'er set up the chessboard, served tea and water on the side, this guy didn't know why he had extra respect for this uncle, and he was so respectful that it was abnormal. In just a few days of hard work, Zhao Kuangran's chess skills have some signs of surpassing Gong San'er, although Gong San'er's little trick is too unpopular.

Zhao Kuang is a red word again, uncle green word, today Zhao Kuang is very stable, unlike the attack a few days ago is the best defense, the uncle is not rash, every step is thought for a long time, looking at the stinky chess basket Gong San'er is anxious.

In the night, a song and dance are leveling, in a small western-style building, a man in a tuxedo is playing the piano selflessly, this man belongs to the most lethal kind of women, if he is seen by Gong San'er, he will definitely grit his teeth with hatred.

Outside the huge window was a bright moon, and the moonlight seemed to be spread on the man's body, and there was something untouchable.

With a "bang", the glass shattered to the ground, and the man's piano came to an abrupt end.

A black shadow man crashed in directly, you must know that this is the third floor, as for what method this man used, I believe that this elegant man has no time to think about it, because although he is standing far away like this, the man standing can clearly feel the killing intent of the man in black, a killing intent that makes people shudder.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't care what you're capable of, and now that you've done this, I'm sure you can't say anything, but you have to know whose territory it is." The man pulled his tie and acted very handsomely, as if he was acting in an idol drama that no one watched.

"Your hired Yunnan people are dead, maybe someone will come to save you, but I'm afraid you won't survive that time." The man in black spoke, his voice hoarse, like death in the night.

The man's expression was no longer calm, and he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and the front door didn't know that a short man who came in behind him had already sent a knife into his body, and fear turned into shock, from shock to pain, and finally to despair.

"Scholar Yu Wenle, if you die in my hands, it can be regarded as your creation. If you can reach this kind of Cheng dù, this society is a big handful, and no one will feel sorry if you die. Li Jackal pulled out a silver scimitar, nodded at the nearly one-meter-nine Zhou Yanhua in front of him, and disappeared into the night.

The chess game is not in white heat, Zhao Kuangchao can't hold his breath and enters the uncle's interior, and the uncle is just circling around, without any offensive meaning, but the defense can be described as seamless, Zhao Kuangchao didn't have a good move for a while, and it felt like facing a dead game.

Gong San'er, the stinky chess basket watching the game, also scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, he is not the so-called watching chess and is silent, what is the way to give birth to what is the best way Although there are few useful and good methods, but how to say that the three stinkers have beaten Zhuge Liang is not.

"Child, life is just a game of chess, you can't regret losing a son, you can not regret it, what if you fall into the next step, what if it's right, what if it's wrong, but the most important thing is that you can't complain about others, chess is your own. I'm old, I may not wake up tomorrow, and there are some things I can only say to you two juniors. The old man suddenly said, generally this uncle doesn't say much, even to a certain level, like this, he said so much at once, it's the first time Zhao Kuanglan has seen it.

Zhao Kuang nodded as if he didn't understand, but Gong San'er looked like he suddenly realized.

In the end, Zhao Kuang lost in chaos, and there was no piece of armor left, the old man couldn't see whether he was happy or sad, he got up with difficulty, Gong San'er wanted to help, but the old man refused with a smile, and he staggered back alone.

The old man died the next day, very suddenly, so suddenly that no one noticed, Gong San'er said that the old man was a big man, but he didn't know why he ended up in these deaths, but Zhao Kuang thought about the old man's words, and felt more and more chewy.

Life is like a game of chess, some people are backgammon, some people are chess, some people are Go, some people are flying chess, although there are all kinds of chess, but the only thing that is the same is that if one piece falls wrong, or maybe it falls right, it will change the whole game of chess. And Zhao Kuangchao didn't care about this qiē, and the most important thing was what role he played on these chessboards? If it's a horse, give a surprise attack on the other side, if it's a soldier, protect your master, if it's just a pawn, then go straight ahead.