"What's wrong?" Fuji Yiyi looked at Shen Yi with concern.

It must be a great thing to be able to make her husband look up from his special coffee.

"I feel ...... Like, an old friend has returned. Shen Yi was silent for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and looked south.

"I'll go out for a while." He put down his coffee and got up.

"Does it matter?" Fuji Yayi frowned, "Your body ......"

"It should be fine, and I'm ...... now Also control zhì's live. Shen Yi replied and walked towards the door.

At the same time.

The gate of Hangzhou Division.

An extended Rolls-Royce pulls up in the night.

The car door opened, and a scepter carved with an angel's head landed first, and then an old man in a dark scarlet dress walked out of the car, he pressed his topper with his delicate leather gloved hand, and took a deep breath towards the sleeping campus in front of him: "Well, it's really here." ”

On this night, a lot of things happened and a lot of things ended.

A lot of people died, a lot of people appeared.

Doomed, by no means unusual.

The screen pulls back to Hong Kong.

Over the city.

Rooftop.

The fist that was enough to burst Ni Yongxiao's chest stopped at the last few centimeters, and the violent air currents had torn apart his crisp suit and ironed shirt, exposing his well-maintained body, and there was already skin that had been torn and oozing blood.

But after all, it was not cracked.

Because the owner of the fist, Mr. Terrible, did not continue.

He looked at Ni Yongxiao, who was still calm, as if he couldn't feel the slightest pain, and suddenly felt that even if he really did what he said, it might not be useful.

"You're really not afraid of death?"

Ni Yongxiao did not answer.

Mr. Terrible wasn't ready to ask again.

Because his current goal is no longer Ni Yongxiao at all.

The reason for his cessation of punches was simply that his mind told him that if he continued to move forward, then he would die.

His head suddenly turned at an exaggerated angle, but his fist was still standing there.

He looked to his right, there, I don't know when two more people came out.

Just after that incomparably loud thunder.

The premonition of death comes from this direction.

And those two ......

One is an incomparably burly and strong man who still wears sunglasses even in such a dark night, he wears a heroic vest that will be cold in this late autumn night, and shows off his domineering muscles unscrupulously.

He squatted on the ground, holding a comic book that was about to be turned over and could barely read the words "The Legend of the Son of Heaven" in the dark skylight, and a pair of big feet wearing flip-flops were bouncing there, looking extremely comfortable.

The other, on the other hand, is a little boy who seems to be stunted, with a little big head, and may not grow up no matter how long he may not grow, at this moment his face seems to have some impatience, looking at the muscular hunk who is squatting on the ground reading comics and urging: "Hurry up, I'm hungry." ”

"I feel like you can kill me." Mr. Terrible finally spoke, in an affirmative tone.

"Quite right." The man in sunglasses wearing flip-flops flipped through the comic book in his hand, and said without raising his head, "I happened to see my favorite part now and didn't have time to kill you, you hurry up, otherwise if I finish reading this section, I will change my mind." ”

Mr. Terrible's face showed an expression of hesitation and struggle.

He seemed a little eager to try, but also a little intimidating.

Eventually, he withdrew his fist, shook his head and said, "Terrible." ”

Then, with a leap of his life, he disappeared into the night.

Leaving with him was an empty cicada who had been completely shocked by what happened tonight.

Now, there are only Ni Yongxiao and those two extremely strange people left on the rooftop.

And Ni Yongxiao, a man who was extremely calm from beginning to end, had a solemn expression on his face for the first time, he looked deeply at the man in sunglasses who was squatting in the corner and looking at the comics, and after a long while, he spit out a few words with difficulty: "Ximen...... Night Tower. ”

"It's rare that someone still remembers my name." The man in sunglasses nodded and sighed, "En...... Is...... A little nostalgic for this world. ”

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Yang Tian and Ah He were late, but they happened to see the picture of Shen Yi walking out of the gate of the rooftop.

In the corner, there is also a devil muscular man who wears a pair of sunglasses in the middle of the night and a stunted big-headed son.

Ni Yongxiao stood on the edge of the rooftop as if he was about to fall.

There was also a large pool of flesh on the ground that had melted.

The scene is extremely weird and weird.

Until Shen Yi coughed and said, "Do you want to have a supper together?" ”

The whole scene finally came to life.

"Look, here's the treat." The man in sunglasses, whom Ni Yongxiao called the Ximen Night Tower, closed the comic, stood up, and stretched his waist.

"I don't want him to invite me." The eldest son on the side muttered.

In the end, Yang Tian and Ah He, who hadn't figured out what was going on, were pulled into this inexplicable supper.

After spending another half an hour to find the lost Li Wei and the unconscious Zeng Jingheng.

They came to the food stalls.

That original food stall.

Nostalgic food stalls.

It's still the dim light.

Several tables were put together.

Bottles of yellow sangli beer are opened.

A group of people sat around, but there was surprisingly silence.

Because I don't know what to say, let's live the rest of my life after the catastrophe, but there are two unrelated people sitting at the table.

Celebrate, too, a little out of place.

For a while, everyone just drank and ate bitterly.

The two strange strangers were not polite, the muscular man who was wearing sunglasses to watch the legend of the Son of Heaven still did not take off his sunglasses, and while reading comics under the light, he swallowed peanuts, and had no intention of looking up at all.

As for the big-headed son, he was binge eating and eating hasets, but no matter how much he ate, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

Yang Tian and the others intended to talk to Zeng Jingheng about what happened after they left, but Zeng Jingheng, who woke up, was surprisingly silent.

In the end, it was Shen Yi, he raised his glass and said, "Come, let's have a toast together." ”

So everyone raised their glasses.

Even the two strangers did not skimp on this action.

"Long time no see, Nighthouse." Shen Yi said to the man in sunglasses who raised his head.

The man in sunglasses just grinned.

His white teeth, in the dim light, were particularly dazzling.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, you like this." Shen Yi suddenly took out a bowl of cup noodles from his arms and handed it to the big-headed son.

The eldest son, who had been dissatisfied with eating, finally smiled.

"I don't owe you anything......" he muttered to himself.

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