With Honka's identity, the police in this small place naturally obeyed, and under Honka's arrangement, they seized the billiard hall, took everyone away, and issued a pursuit warrant.

After doing this, Honka had two more identifications issued.

This qiē.

It's all in Zhanyang's eyes.

However, Zhanyang must be disappointed, and Honka has done nothing flawed.

Honka let the crowd disperse, handed the two certificates to Zhanyang, and asked, "Can you go back with me now?" ”

"Of course." Zhan Yang took it, this time he no longer refused, for Cong Ling, for Nancheng, and for Gu Song.

Honka dialed the phone again and said a few words, they didn't take a helicopter, and now, with identification, everything is easy to do.

The two went out of the billiard hall, and Honka said he was waiting at the airport and stopped a car and left.

Back at the residence, Zhan Yang asked Cong Ling to clean up, sat down alone, picked up a can of beer on the table, opened it and poured it.

And then.

Zhanyang lit a cigarette and smoked, closed his eyes, and his whole body softened weakly.

Cong Ling stood by the door, looking at him infatuatedly, heartbroken.

Put in order?

What is there to collect, this is not my home, this is just a place to stay, and now I am leaving, what is there to take with me.

Land raising.

Cong Ling gradually walked over, stood on his side, and looked at it in a daze, looking at the weakness of the body that seemed to be scattered, and at the haggard and pale face. Slowly, she couldn't help but raise her hand and leaned forward.

She wanted to touch, she wanted to touch, but it was so close that it seemed like the edge of the sky, and her hand was in the air, only an inch away from the face.

Suddenly.

Zhanyang's body trembled, as if he had been pricked by a needle, woke up, and looked again, it turned out that the smoke had burned out, burning his fingers. Zhanyang laughed at himself, but when he saw Cong Ling looking at him blankly, he was slightly stunned, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I wanted to wait for you, but I didn't expect to fall asleep." ”

"No, it's fine."

"Oh, are you packed?"

"There's really nothing to pack up."

Zhan Yang was stunned, then understood, and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, let's go." ”

"Well, let's go to Southtown?"

"yes, there's nothing going on here, and besides, that's our real home." With that, Zhanyang walked out.

Cong Ling was stunned: "We...... Family. ”

went downstairs, Zhanyang took a taxi, and went straight to the airport with Cong Ling.

After arriving at the airport, Honka had already arranged to wait for the two, and seeing that the two had no luggage, he didn't say much.

After waiting for a while, the three of them finally boarded the plane and left the town that ended by chance.

On the plane, Cong Ling looked outside, her face was pale, and her heart was beating fast: "We, we are flying." ”

Zhanyang laughed and said, "This is called an airplane, relax, it's okay." ”

Cong Ling blushed and hummed lowly.

Looking at it again, a tired look appeared on Zhanyang's face, his eyes flickered and closed, and his body gradually softened. Cong Ling's face was gloomy, and she said softly: "The body is so weak and the soul is so weak, why do you have to work so hard...... Yes! ”

But Zhanyang patted her on the shoulder and smiled lightly: "Don't sue anyone." ”

"But you ......"

Zhan Yang smiled and shook his head: "Before, I didn't believe in righteousness, I didn't believe in evil, and I didn't believe in heaven and earth. Naturally, I did it, no one is my opponent, but so what, I was confused, I was at a loss, especially when Rei Yue chose the heavens, I felt that I had lost the whole world, I suddenly didn't feel the meaning of life, I was better off than dead, like the walking dead......"

Cong Ling listened carefully, and when she heard half of it, she suddenly lost her voice, and when she looked up, she saw that Zhan Yang was asleep. She pursed her lips and smiled, looking outside, stunned, her mind echoing the words over and over again, muttering to herself: "Pity the moon ......"

Another day.

A day later, in the evening, they finally returned to Nancheng, got off the plane, breathed in the fresh air, and showed that the whole person was a lot more comfortable.

Honka said, "Are you going to my place, or are you staying in a hotel?" ”

Zhan raised his eyes and said, "What do you mean, I have a house, of course I'm going home." ”

"Huh?" Honka was slightly stunned.

Zhan Yang ignored him and pulled Cong Ling to take a taxi and leave.

Cong Ling glanced at it from behind and said, "It's not good for us to be like this." ”

"Leave him alone."

"Oh."

"Go back and take a shower, Meimei sleep, and take you shopping tomorrow, saying that the two of us are like refugees, well, tomorrow we will buy all the things we lack, and the most important thing is clothes." Zhan Yang pointed to Cong Ling's body.

Cong Ling's face flushed, she naturally knew that she was wearing this dress.

Half an hour later, the two returned to the villa.

However, the scene in front of him made Zhanyang's eyes widen, and he looked at him in a daze and almost jumped up.

What's going on?

Half of the villa collapsed, and he felt, Zhan Yang felt the breath of the demon beast.

Your sister.

Zhan Yang was depressed, since Honka, the bastard, knew about it, he didn't say it, and let himself run for nothing.

Depend on!

It's not nice to meet friends.

Honka must be even more depressed when he knows it, you ran away before Lao Tzu finished speaking, colored and inhuman bastard, who is to blame.

Cong Ling asked, "What should we do?" ”

Zhan Yang looked around and said, "It's getting late, there's no way, let's go in, I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

"Hmm."

Zhan Yang walked in front, and the breath in his body gradually flowed and slowly spread, and a powerful and mighty momentum filled this world.

The villa suddenly trembled, and a huge white fox jumped out, grinning and glaring at the two of them viciously.

Cong Ling's frightened face was bloodless, and she grabbed Zhanyang's sleeves.

Zhan Yang smiled slightly, signaling that it was okay, then looked at the fox and whispered a few words.

The fox slowly shrunk, quieted down, and ran to the feet of the two of them, and was very intimate.

Cong Ling was surprised: "How did you do it?" ”

Zhan Yang dissipated the coercion on his body and said with a smile: "It's just a deterrent." ”

"Oh, so what do we do now?"

Zhanyang smiled bitterly: "What else can I do, ask for help." As he spoke, he picked up the phone and dialed Zhang Yan's number.

"Hey, I'm Zhanyang."

"You're back?"

"yes, I don't have a place to live."

"Go and stay in a hotel."

"Hey, you're too unrighteous, aren't you?"

"Damn, my house has also collapsed, and I have lived in Su Jiandong's house."

"......" Zhan Yang hung up the phone, glanced at Cong Ling weakly, and shook his head.

Cong Ling smiled: "It's okay, isn't there another half, you can live in someone." ”

As he spoke, he walked in with the little fox in his arms.

Zhanyang sighed.

Helplessly, the two began to clean up, and it took half an hour to clean up a clean place.

The two couldn't bear it any longer, leaned together and fell asleep, the little fox wagged his tail, blinked, looked at the two, and after a while, he actually crawled into Yang's arms, curled up in a ball, and closed his eyes.

The night was getting darker.