Turn off the computer and go to bed.

After a busy day, I attended classes, settled Fan Long, talked with the Golden Sword Hero about the quotation with sword energy, and wrote a manuscript...... Zhao Yan was very tired and fell asleep not long after going to bed.

He just wanted to get a good night's sleep and wake up the next morning to regain his full spirits, but the vivid dream reappeared.

When Zhao Yan was Lu Yang again, he was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that he had such a strange dream again, and he smiled a little bitterly in his heart, because every time he had such a dream, his spirit would always be worse when he woke up the next morning, but he was also a little happy! Because every time he dreams like this, he basically gains something, well, except for those two dreams, Lu Yang has been fishing.

Hey? What's going on?

Zhao Yan was suddenly stunned, looking at Lu Yang in this dream in confusion.

Pale face, wooden expression, beard that should not have been shaved for a few days, the most incredible thing is that Lu Yang in this dream tonight obviously looks almost thirty years old, older than those in the previous dreams, but his figure seems to have shrunk a lot, judging like two people!

Could this be Lu Yang's brother?

Zhao Yan felt that he should have guessed the facts, the "Brother Lu Yang" in front of him seemed to be writing novels, in a dark room, there was no light, only the laptop on the desk in front of him lit up the screen, "Brother Lu Yang" was writing a manuscript with a blank face, there was a box of cigarettes next to the computer, and a bottle of beer, Zhao Yan watched him light a cigarette for a while and then write, and then grabbed the beer next to the computer and poured a big sip, and then continued to write.

No matter how you look at it, it looks frustrated.

Zhao Yan had a cloud of doubts in his heart: If this person is really Lu Yang's elder brother, not to mention how likely it is that both brothers write novels for a living, why is the elder brother so much worse than the younger brother? In the previous dream, that Lu Yang didn't seem to be a person with a cold nature! Could it be that his brother is so down-and-out that he doesn't help him?

Is it because the two brothers have a bad relationship and are estranged? The elder brother was jealous of his younger brother's achievements, so he fell out?

One question after another poured out in Zhao Yan's mind, but he couldn't find the answer for a while.

Anyway, in the dream, he Zhao Yan was just a bystander, he couldn't do anything but watch, and Zhao Yan, who couldn't find the answer, began to read the manuscript written by "Brother Lu Yang".

"Chapter 324: The 28th Business

At midnight, about ten miles outside the west gate of the ancient city of Mu.

This is the only way to return to the ancient city from the west, but the road is not wide, and there are two rows of tall trees on either side of the road, perhaps camphor trees, perhaps plane trees, or some other tree species, which cannot be seen clearly in the night, although there is a crescent moon in the night.

The road was deserted, except for the road and the trees on the side of the road rustling in the cold wind, only the mottled shadows of the trees on the ground swayed, and the occasional wild cat or wild dog could be heard screaming or two.

Suddenly, there was a hurried sound of horses' hooves from the depths of the road, and it didn't sound like just one horse, maybe two, maybe three, probably no more!

In the rapid sound of horses' hooves, there are faintly a few laughs and voices of men and women coming with the wind, the men and women in the laughter seem to be in a very good mood, the men's voices are heroic and high-spirited, and the women's voices are also a little charming.

In a few moments, three horses in the depths of the road, as well as the figures of men and women on the back of the horses, appeared in the field of vision, two men and one woman!

The man on the left is dressed in a black sweatshirt, slightly emaciated, and has a long sword hanging from his waist.

The woman on the right is dressed in bright red makeup and has a sword hanging from her waist.

The silver-clad man between the two was tall and straight, and he was the loudest and most heroic of the laughter, but he had a broadsword hanging from his waist, the width of the scabbard at least twice as wide as the man and woman on his right and left.

At such a late hour, the three of them came from nowhere, but they should have returned to the ancient city.

On such a night, the three people who traveled with them were obviously in good spirits and had no guard.

That's right, too! What is there to be on guard against outside the city in the middle of the night? Beware of wildcats? Or a wild dog?

Besides, this place is only more than ten miles away from the west gate of Mugu City, and they can enter the city in the blink of an eye on horseback, what else do they need to guard against?

It's just that......

At this moment, the black-clothed man hidden in the canopy of an arbor tree on the side of the road quietly pulled up the black towel under his chin and covered half of his face, no one knew that Zhang Han had been hiding in this canopy for a long time.

Another gust of cold wind whistled by, rolling up pieces of fallen leaves and flying in the air, at this moment, Zhang Han's left hand holding the tree branch suddenly loosened, and the whole person seemed to be a fallen leaf falling freely, and the three people who happened to pass below were unconscious.

"Choking ......"

A sharp blade out of the sheath suddenly sounded, Zhang Han's cold iron knife came out of the sheath, and the emaciated man below looked up suspiciously, he was very alert! But it's still too late!

Zhang Han's cold iron blade left only an afterimage in the night, and the head of the silver-clothed man was already flying up with a handful of blood that rose into the sky.

"Nope! Young Master!! ”

The thin man's pupils dilated suddenly, his face suddenly exclaimed, his right hand hurriedly pulled out the long sword at his waist, but Zhang Han's left foot suddenly kicked on his hilt, and kicked the long sword he had just pulled out half of it and kicked it back into the sheath, at this time the woman on the right in bright red makeup reacted, her face changed, and her right hand subconsciously held the hilt of the sword at her waist, her green jade hand could touch the hilt, and Zhang Han's cold iron knife had pierced deeply from her armpit.

The woman in bright red opened her mouth to scream, but the whole person suddenly stiffened, and then fell down.

At this time, the emaciated man who was kicked on the hilt of the sword rolled off his horse and fell to the ground, and the three horses rushed over, leaving only the bodies of the man in silver and the woman in red in the center of the official road in the cold wind, as well as the emaciated man and Zhang Han who were in shock.

Zhang Han was masked, and only a pair of indifferent eyes looked particularly cold in the night.

"You ......"

The emaciated man just wanted to ask who he was, but his right hand pulled out half of the long sword again, Zhang Han's blade had already slashed through his neck, and a handful of blood splashed out.

……

Zhao Yan silently saw this, a little jealous in his heart, and a little puzzled.

is jealous because this "Brother Lu Yang" has a better writing than him, and he wonders because he thinks that a person who can write such a plot can be so depressed?

It doesn't make sense!

Suddenly, the mobile phone next to the beer bottle rang, Zhao Yan saw "Brother Lu Yang" frowning, stopped writing, picked up the mobile phone and glanced at it, and connected it.

"Lu Yang! You're in the codeword, right? Zhao Yan heard a young woman's voice coming from his mobile phone.

Just, what did she call him? Lu Yang? This guy in front of him is not Brother Lu Yang? He is also Lu Yang? What's going on? Did you make a mistake?

Without waiting for Zhao Yan to sort out his thoughts, "Brother Lu Yang" spoke up: "Well, yes!" ”

He did not deny that he was Lu Yang.

Woman: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry to interrupt your work, so I'll make a long story short! ”

Lu Yang: "Okay! ”

Woman: "I think, I don't think we have the right personality, let's break up, right?" ”

Zhao Yan pricked up his ears and listened, although in this dream he was like a ball of air, and there were no ears to stand up, and he now had more questions in his mind.

Zhao Yan saw that this Lu Yang heard the news of the breakup, the corners of his mouth actually turned up slightly, it was an indifferent chuckling expression, Zhao Yan heard him say lightly: "Okay!" Anything else? ”

Woman: "Uh, no, no! ”

Lu Yang: "Okay, goodbye!" ”

His reaction was extremely flat, as if what he heard just now was not the news of the breakup, and Zhao Yan was a little stunned.

What made Zhao Yan feel even more incredible was that after Lu Yang hung up the phone, he just grabbed the beer on the table and took a sip, and then continued to write his manuscript, as if the phone breakup just now did not affect his mood and train of thought at all.

What the hell is going on?

Is this really Lu Yang? Why is the older Lu Yang so much smaller? The shape of the face has changed so much? However, his writing style is somewhat similar to Lu Yang in those previous dreams......

It's a pity that no one answered Zhao Yan's questions.

(Thanks to Gallop 0 Snail, X-pow, and Guo Ai Du for rewarding 100 starting coins.) ）