The spring is bitterly cold, and the cold wind is dashing.

Beihai City, in the cemetery in the western suburbs, is lonely and bleak. Huo Long, dressed in black, knelt in front of his parents' graves, his body trembling slightly, like a half-cut black tower.

With a well-defined face, axe-like facial features, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he was originally a peerless beautiful man, but his face was distorted at this time, with a painful look on his face.

"Dad, mother... I am back. ”

"The dragon is back."

"Dragon, see you're coming."

staring at the eight slightly blurred words on the tombstone for a long time, two tears rolled out of his eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes: Ten years ago, the Huo Group suffered a catastrophe, and several highly competitive companies in Beihai City joined forces to strike at the Huo Family. Under the betrayal of the traitor, several leading companies under the Huo family collapsed one after another, and the helmsman Huo Xiaotian and his wife committed suicide by jumping off the building under great pressure.

"Long'er, take your sister, go find Uncle Xi, quick!"

"Leave the North Sea and never come back!"

"Quick... Come on! ”

In the last call, the parents' tone was extremely hurried, as if they were in great danger, and before Huo Long could ask again, the phone was disconnected. Uncle Xi's name is Xi Fangping, a close friend of Huo Xiaotian who once shared hardships when he was in Beihai. People, working hard in the world, there are always one or two confidants who can be trusted and entrusted with life and death, for Huo Xiaotian, Xi Fangping is such a person. Xi risked great danger and arranged for Huo Long to fly away, while his sister Huo Mei was taken by him and quietly disappeared.

"Ten years ago, I fled the North Sea in disarray. Ten years later, I'm back. ”

"Boom!" In the air, a sudden explosion of thunder sounded. Thunder on Qingming Festival is very rare, and a sudden thunderclap makes people feel palpitations. It was as if there was a giant standing in the air looking down on the common people, and when he saw the injustices in the world, he let out a roar.

Huo Long's eyes opened suddenly, and his gaze was hideous.

"Back then, those who plotted against my Huo family and forced my parents to death, tremble."

The voice was not loud, but the tone was as cold and scary as a thousand years of ice.

Ten years is a beautiful memory of youth for young people who are in the prime of their cardamom years. However, for Huo Long, it is a purgatory-like transformation.

From the king of the international mercenary world to the lord of darkness, in another world where the smell of blood is in the air, Huo Long has experienced something beyond ordinary people's imagination.

After some secret investigation, Huo Long has mastered several main murderers behind the plot against the Huo family, as long as he grasps the tip of the iceberg and touches the vine, he can gradually reveal the truth behind the framing of the Huo Group ten years ago.

All those who participate in it will be punished with the severest punishment.

He came for revenge.

He came to kill.

"Whew~"

A cold wind blew from all around, and the grass on both sides of the grave made a swishing sound. Next to the tombstone, a small tree that has just grown some young leaves on its branches seems to be unable to withstand the spring cold, and the young leaves tremble slightly in the cold wind, making a shivering sound.

Moving his gaze to Xiaoshu, Huo Long's eyes trembled slightly, and he murmured in a low voice, "Dad, mother, when I come back this time, I will definitely try to find out the whereabouts of Uncle Xi and my sister, find Uncle Xi, and find my sister." ”

The Qingming Festival is rainy, and just after the thunder, the sky is full of raindrops. At this time, the number of people who came to the cemetery to pay respects to the deceased and their relatives gradually increased. There were men and women, carrying baskets of various sizes in their hands or in their arms, which contained various offerings, as well as burning paper for the deceased with money that would be burned and turned into the underworld.

Soon, burning paper was burned around, and in the light of the fire, some paper ashes with sparks floated up. The memorial sake was sprinkled on the ground, and the air was filled with a cloudy smell of alcohol.

"Today's young people are really, and they don't bring some burning paper to the grave on the Qingming Festival, just kneel like this, it's too unusual." A nosy middle-aged woman, while playing with the burning paper with a branch, glanced at Huo Long, and her tone was dissatisfied with the young man.

The middle-aged woman's words attracted more attention.

"It's just that I don't understand any etiquette."

"Look, that's down."

"Alas, it's not filial."

The voice of disdain came, and Huo Long didn't seem to hear it, after muttering softly, he put his hands on the ground, knelt long, bowed deeply to the tombstone, and banged his head with a bang.

After the great salute, he got up and stood up, and in the cold rain, he put his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, and his eyes stared into the distance.

At this moment, Huo Long's eyes were deep, his tall body stood on the ground, and his temperament was like a mountain and a river. The cold wind wrapped in raindrops and smashed on his knife-like face, turning into rain shavings and splashing away powerlessly.

This kind of unconcealable majestic temperament suddenly made the eyes of the people around the memorial brighten, and the disdainful eyes of Fang Cai turned into amazement, they may have never seen such an extraordinary man. Just as he was chatting, suddenly, a man who had seen the world put down the wine jug that was being sacrificed, poked his head, squinted at Huo Long's tall figure, and then "shh Characters on the road. ”

The man's words immediately aroused everyone's vigilance:

"It makes sense, dressed in black, with cold eyes, as if there is some deep hatred."

"Do you want to call the police, this kind of person kills people without blinking, it's better to call 110..."

At this moment, the door of the cemetery office in the distance opened, and five or six uniformed staff members stepped out of it, hurrying towards this side.

"Look, someone's coming."

"In uniform... It was the cemetery administrator, who must have come at this man. ”

"Someone must have called the police."

“……”

Everyone whispered quietly, their faces full of excitement and curiosity, they all believed the man's words now, and the young man in black must be an underworld figure. Seeing that the staff was getting closer and closer, but this handsome young man was indifferent, some people gloated, and some people sweated for him, and several people were about to come close to catch him, but he didn't even know that this underworld kid was too slow to react.

Soon, the five or six people had come to the front, and they all had a small work sign pinned to the pocket of their jackets, with the words "Beihai City Western Suburbs Cemetery" on it. Undoubtedly, they are all staff here.

Walking in the front was the cemetery leader, an elderly man in his fifties, who walked quickly to Huo Long, stretched out his hands enthusiastically, first a series of "thanks", and then very emotional, and said incoherently, "This gentleman, this respectable gentleman." You, you are so generous, you donated 10 million US dollars to the cemetery at once, and I was so moved that I didn't know what to say. I, I will definitely report this to my superiors, and record the feat of your generosity, sir, in the archives, so that the spirit of chasing the future with caution will be widely spread. Wish... I also hope that you can leave your name, we will engrave it on the merit tablet in the cemetery, and we must engrave it on the merit tablet. ”

Huo Long seemed to have just noticed that someone was coming, he retracted his thoughts, turned around slowly, and did not stretch out his hand to the other party, but smiled faintly, "In the past ten years, thanks to you and others for guarding the tombs of your parents, it has been hard. A little money, just a little heart, no need to make a fuss. ”

"This, this..."

The leader of this cemetery doesn't know what to say, 10 million, or US dollars, in the eyes of others, it is actually a little money. This man is not the richest man in the world, at least he should have his name on the list of rich people. The cemetery in the western suburbs really burned high incense, and actually welcomed such a distinguished guest.

"Since you don't want to leave your name, sir, you do good deeds, of course we don't dare to force it. In this way," he said in a firm tone, as if suddenly thinking of something, "there is another part of the cemetery with the best feng shui, specially prepared for those who contribute to the cemetery. As long as you nod your head, sir, I will immediately arrange for someone to move your parents' graves to the past, using the best tombstones and the best craftsmanship. Everything is done to the highest standards. ”

"Should, should..."

The rest of the staff who came with them nodded their heads one after another. Over the years, although there have been many donations to the cemetery, most of them are corporate behaviors, at best, only 120,000 yuan, as for personal behavior, very few, yes, it is also 3500, a few thousand yuan is very generous. This man actually threw 10 million dollars to the cemetery at once, and besides, they didn't take it seriously at all, and behaved lightly, as if they just took out a few change from their pockets and threw them at random.

It's shocking.

"Well, you can do it." Huo Long bowed slightly, still carrying his hands, but his eyes moved to the clouds in the sky in the distance, "Go ahead, I want to be alone and quiet." ”

"Good, good. If you have any requirements in the future, just mention it, just mention it! The leader of the cemetery and the people who came with him nodded gratefully again and again, and left in a hurry.

Around, everyone was stunned by the scene that had just happened in front of them.

"Ten million? It's still dollars, oh my. ”

“……”

“……”

The weather is changeable during Qingming, and the sky that has just cleared suddenly raindrops again.

Long.

Huo Long, who was staring into the distance, retracted his gaze, and after glancing at his parents' tombstones again, he slowly turned around and strolled along the way he came.

"Let's da, let's da", accompanied by the rhythmic sound of leather shoes, a floral umbrella gently swayed, head-on. Hearing the sound, Huo Long raised his head slightly, and a young woman walked in front of him, with an umbrella in one hand and flowers in the other, with sadness on her face, and walked gently.

The blue short shawl coat perfectly shows off his slender figure, a pair of black high boots, a short purple skirt, dark hair is naturally on his shoulders, his eyes are clear and bright, and his body exudes a charming smell.

This is a goddess-level beauty.

"Miao Ruolan?"

Trembling slightly, a voice came out of Huo Long's heart, and when he was slightly stunned, the other party had already passed by him and walked in the direction of the rows of tombstones erected in front of him.

Huo Long's gaze followed the other party. The slender and familiar back, the light and calm steps... If it's not Miao Ruolan, who else can it be?

Miao Ruolan is Huo Long's lover, the two have known each other since middle school, they are at the same table, encourage each other, and are admitted to Beihai University together. Just when the two developed from their first love to their passionate love, the Huo family suddenly changed, and after Huo Long was forced to leave Beihai, he never contacted each other for ten years.

"It's been ten years, maybe, she has someone else who loves her, maybe... I'm already married to another woman. ”

The corners of his mouth showed a trace of bitterness, and Huo Long's slightly trembling eyes revealed a rare tenderness, "If, her heart... Now that she belongs, then I wish her happiness. ”

At this time, Miao Ruolan had already walked to the tombstone of "Huo Xiaotian Liu Yue'e's Tomb". She gently placed the flowers in front of the monument, bowed deeply, and when she looked up, she suddenly noticed a pile of ashes on the ground, still exuding a slight heat.

Hey?

Someone just... Paid tribute?

No, she shook her head slightly. In every Qingming Festival in the past ten years, except for myself, no second person has come to this tomb to pay respects.

No one will come.

But the hot ashes on the ground?

Miao Ruolan was puzzled, looked to both sides, and in the rain, the people who came to pay tribute in the cemetery were scattering in twos and threes.

As if thinking of something, she hurriedly turned back, only to see a man dressed in black looking not far behind her. The man was tall and majestic, standing there like a sculpture. At the moment when she turned around, she looked at the other party, and her heart trembled.

Such a familiar gaze, and a figure.

"Could it be... He? ”

This gaze, this familiar figure... For ten years, the man who appeared in his dreams every day and was worried about him all the time... Where he's going, his safety.

"No, it's not him." Soon, she shook her head slightly in confusion, "Back then, he was laughing and naughty all day long, and he didn't have a proper shape. And, this manly man is magnificent, heroic, and has an extraordinary temperament. ”

"However, the two look too alike."

"Perhaps, it's an illusion."

Huo Long, who wanted to stop talking, finally turned around and hurried away. Although he was reluctant to give up in his heart, he knew very well that this was not the time to recognize each other, the revenge had not been avenged, and recognizing each other at this time would only bring her trouble.

"Ruolan," he whispered, "for ten years, my father and mother have been accompanied by you without being lonely. I'm going to take care of you for the rest of your life. ”