Chapter 420—The Living Sit, the Dead Lie Down

I should go, or Dad will be worried. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Bao Lan lowered her head and whispered, but she was not surprised to get an answer.

Wood just looked at her calmly and nodded, and said a simple sign language: Be careful on the road.

Bao Lan tapped his head, and then left with the basket as usual.

The Wood Boss sent her.

Suddenly, Bao Lan's footsteps paused slightly, muttered something softly without looking back, and then trotted away.

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Wood turned and walked into the tent with a complicated face.

With his strength, how could he not hear the girl's whispers.

How nice it would be if you weren't dumb.

It's just that the girl doesn't know that no matter how much she does, she can't enter this man's heart.

The heart is dead, how can we talk about progress?

He calmly looked at the black dog at his feet, then picked it up and slapped it on the wall, and a secret door suddenly popped out and into the inner room.

The inner room was stunningly spacious, with a long corridor leading to the different rooms. It's just that the roof of this corridor is more than three meters high, but it is just puzzling that the tent that looks only five meters square is even more spacious than the mansion.

The man walked like a fly, and walked to a room that was all too familiar.

The room is small, but in the center is a virtual keyboard with a three-dimensional projection floating in the air.

The man took out the phone and pressed a few buttons, and a voice rang from the room: permission confirmed, welcome, Tai Chi.

Airplanes.

As soon as the sound sounded, countless light curtains shot out and filled the room, and various data and images appeared around the man in the center and the keyboard.

Every time he heard this name, the man smiled a little wryly. It has only been more than a year since I left the title called Mask, but I have such a title of Tai Chi again.

But he didn't think about it, put down the little black dog in his arms, and began to work.

The little black dog didn't go far, just snuggled at the man's feet, and then closed his cute heterochromatic eyes.

It's been more than a month since he killed the prince, and he's looking for his next target.

But I didn't expect that the target had such a relationship with the crown prince.

To be precise, it was precisely because he killed the crown prince that this person was exposed.

The Emperor is the ruler of the shadows of the Four Cities.

The emperor in the four cities can be said to cover the sky with one hand, black and white, who doesn't give him face?

Tai Chi is this wooden-like man.

And wood, naturally, is a swimming dragon.

The dragon flew his fingers in the virtual keyboard projected by the light curtain, and countless commands reacted through the system in front of him. After a long time, You Long exhaled, but this breath was slightly chilly.

Chill, and murderous intent.

You Long's eyes are cold, and you are next!

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You Long put the phone back in his pocket, and the three-dimensional projections that filled the room disappeared, except for a virtual keyboard suspended in the air.

He walked out of the room and walked to the other.

The room was very simple, but it was cold. In the center is a coffin.

The whole body of the coffin is crystal clear, like a piece of solid ice, and it is an ice coffin. And lying quietly in the ice coffin was a woman in white, but in the ice coffin, she was not changed by any time.

You Long walked to the wooden chair next to the ice coffin and sat down, took out a bottle of wine out of nowhere with his right hand, and gently rested his left hand on the ice coffin.

Multiply......

Bursts of cold air spit out from Youlong's left hand, covering the entire ice coffin. He needed to replenish his energy every day to make sure the ice coffin was intact.

Grunt. You Long gulped down the alcohol, the highest alcohol concentration of whiskey, but he drank half a bottle in one sip. He had to grasp the time, because of the cultivation of cold and flame gong in his body, this feeling of drunkenness could not last long.

looked at the woman in the ice coffin with a little confusion, and felt a sudden pain in his heart.

With his right hand, he took the remaining half of the bottle into his stomach.

Call!

The drunkenness lasts for less than a few minutes, and the internal power in the body is dissolved.

In a moment, he sat directly on the wooden chair and closed his eyes to practice.

He hadn't slept for three years since he had been awakened by several nightmares, practicing to represent sleep. The living are sitting and the dead are lying, the whole picture is indescribably weird, but there is a strange sense of harmony.

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In the factory the next day, You Long immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Dozens of militants armed with laser guns appeared near the factory, and You Long was keenly aware of several people who looked at ease, keeping their hands in their trouser pockets. From the bulging shape of the trouser pocket, it is not difficult to tell that it is a mobile phone inside.

Holding a mobile phone like a gun, these people are g.

It's just that You Long doesn't understand, why did such a small factory in the suburbs suddenly attract people?

You Long was wearing the same worker's uniform as before, which looked like it hadn't been washed for many months, and the militants could see that they were factory workers and didn't embarrass him. It's just that after walking in, he already heard the voice of the factory elder Bao.

That doesn't seem like a good idea...... The Olmi mine is a vein designated by the military......

Doesn't I mean the military? A lazy voice sounded, and just listening to the voice, I could already see that this person had an invincible appearance: You don't know my identity. Anyway, I sent someone to do it, and we will take care of the security for the rest.

The next moment, a figure walked out and collided with You Long face to face.

The man was stunned, looked at You Long's dirty and wooden face, and just walked away with a disdainful smile, not taking this inferior factory personnel in his eyes at all.

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You Long thought to himself as he worked.

Olmi ore is a rare ore, but it is not necessarily rare in the world. Strictly speaking, the Olmi mine is an energy mine. However, all the scientists had crooked ideas about the Olmi mine, but they found it helplessly, and they could not extract the energy in the ore at all.

Every energy and resource means countless wealth, but the Olmi mine is an exception.

The energy ore that cannot be extracted is just a glimmering stone.

So the identity of Olmi Mine has always been embarrassing, and a bit of an uncle doesn't love his grandmother. And now, the military is once again soliciting the Olmi mine? Some people have boldly speculated: Has there been a scientist who has developed a way to extract energy from mines?

You know, the research of the Ormi mine has been going on for more than 30 years and there has been no news.

At this moment, the military's solicitation made countless famous families move.

But You Long didn't pay attention to it, what did all this have to do with him?

He just worked in silence, taking the ore that had been transported with the mud and using a decomposer to clean it into real ore.

Father! Bao Lan's cheerful voice sounded, carrying a basket and running on the iron bridge at the top of the factory. She had a cold war with her father last night because she forcibly snatched a chicken leg for You Long, so she specially cooked lunch today to give her father reconciliation.

No matter how hard Bao Lu's heart is, it is difficult to be angry with this elf-like daughter.

His wife died early, and since Bao Lan was a child, the two fathers and daughters have been dependent on each other. So I was also smiling and eating lunch.

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Hearing the voice above, the arrogant young man raised his head, and when he saw the girl who looked like an elf, his eyes lit up: Who is that girl? The middle-aged man who had been following him frowned, knowing that this kid's bad habit was coming again: it was Bao Lan, the daughter of the director of the Bao factory. Young Master, this mission is very important......

I have scores. The young man waved his hand, but his eyes were staring at the factory director's room, and he looked at Bao Lan who was having lunch with a smile. The young man was quite handsome, but his face was paler than ordinary due to long-term overindulgence, and his narrow eyes and eyebrows were tinged with a sinister look.

What kind of identity he was, he was already very dissatisfied with the fact that he was supposed to come to a rural place like Bashi. But this time it was his father who gave the task, but he didn't expect to see such a pure girl when he was depressed!

He has countless maidens, and he can see at a glance that this girl is a virgin!

As soon as he thought of this, he subconsciously licked his tongue.

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Dad, where is the wood? Bao Lan looked through the glass window, looking for the figure of the dragon everywhere. Bao Lu almost didn't bite his tongue, and just after reconciling, he read the man, and Bao Lu pointed in one direction angrily: Over there!

Well! Daddy, I'll go down! She cooked too much this time, and she also deliberately brought her lunch to the wood. She knew that Wood was just nibbling on the hard bread worth a few dollars for lunch every day.

Xiaolan.

Bao Lu's voice sounded from behind Bao Lan.

Well?

Bao Lu hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind: If you really decide, Dad will support you. Not all parents can be like Bao Lu, but just like his wife back then. At that time, Bao Lu was still an ordinary young man, and she was already the daughter of the village chief, so the gap was not like a chasm?

As long as my daughter is happy.

When Bao Lan heard this, she smiled. As smart as she naturally understood what her father meant: yes! Thank you Dad! She ran to Bao Lu's side in three steps and two steps to kiss her, and then ran in the direction of Youlong, leaving Bao Lu helplessly and smiling warmly.