The ice and snow in Gyeonghae City have melted.

Wei Xueyan said why this year's ice and snow melted so quickly.

Zhang Zifeng said meaningfully, "That's because someone took them away." ”

"Huh?" Wei Xueyan looked Zhang Zifeng up and down weirdly, and teased, "I didn't expect you to be still crepe." ”

The woman named Lan died in a foreign country, she walked in this bad world like this snow, and then left disappointed.

Zhang Zifeng ordered her ashes to be brought back to her former homeland, the homeland she had never dared to face but missed.

Once a little girl, she told Zhang Zifeng that she would return to that place one day, and then she would avenge her family and the children who had been displaced from this world.

Zhang Zifeng has been smoking a lot of cigarettes recently, and he often looks at the snow outside in a daze for a long, long time.

Wei Xueyan, who is good at observing people's hearts, sometimes sits with Zhang Zifeng, holding a delicate and beautiful face, and sits all morning.

Wei Xueyan looked at Zhang Zifeng's side face, and she suddenly found that the man in front of her still had a lot of stories that she hadn't discovered.

She used to hate this man, and of course she hates it occasionally now, but at a certain moment she will feel that this guy who is not in tune will also have a charming side.

This kind of charming side is indescribable to Wei Xueyan.

Zhang Zifeng will bring her incomparable safety and calm, which makes her stay by Zhang Zifeng's side without any resentment.

Winter is over, will spring be far away?

A few days later, Zhang Zifeng took care of a series of trivial matters and went to the hospital to see Sister Meizi.

After all, she has such a thing, and she has a relationship that she can't escape.

Sister Mei Zi was covered in bandages, and she didn't forget to joke when she spoke, "Now that I'm unemployed, should you support me?" ”

Because of the last incident, Sister Meizi's boss was angry and had already blacked out Sister Meizi and Shen Xixi.

Zhang Zifeng smiled, "That's what I'm here for." ”

After that, Zhang Zifeng took out two agreements, "Since your boss doesn't want it, you don't have to pay compensation, I guess you will like this company." ”

Sister Mei Zi and Shen Xixi opened suspiciously, and they were both stunned for a moment.

"Living Hades, Zhou Fangzun?" Sister Mei Zi was stunned.

Fang Zun is a big guy this week, and not anyone can enter his company if they want to enter it.

The scale of his own boss and Zhou Fangzun's company cannot be compared at all.

Sister Mei Zi still didn't dare to imagine it, but after repeatedly confirming the signing contract, she believed it.

Zhang Zifeng smiled, "Winter has passed, Sister Meizi congratulates you on the coming of spring." ”

Spring in Qinghai City is really coming soon, the ice and snow are melting, and the verdant green mountains linger around this quasi-first-line Qinghai City, which looks vibrant.

The teenager sometimes raised his head and looked at Zhang Zifeng, "You have become a little different." ”

Zhang Zifeng asked with a smile, "More handsome?" ”

The young man shook his head, but he couldn't tell what was different about Zhang Zifeng.

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The most beautiful art is "Death!" ”

Only at the moment of death can man truly reveal his splendid beauty.

In the dead silence of the opera house, a beautiful and pleasant piano sound broke the situation.

In the spotlight, a thin man with delicate facial features was sitting at a piano, playing a strange and moving tune.

Next to the piano is a scepter, and in the spotlight the scepter's blood is "extraordinary." ”

Suddenly, at this moment, a group of people rushed into the opera house, all looking at the man in horror and anger.

The man smiled slightly, obsessively immersed in his musical world, the tempo of the song suddenly accelerated, and his slender white fingers danced wildly on the piano keys.

The black pressed group of people had already drawn their swords, staring at the man in front of them as if they were looking at monsters.

Suddenly, the piano music stopped, and the man got up and bowed to the murderous crowd.

A harmless smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth under the black hat, and he said, "Do you want to dance to the dance music too?" ”

"Cool ashes! You have done many evils, and today we are here to kill you on behalf of justice. ”

"Justice?" The man put the bloody scepter in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "What is righteous and what is evil in this world is just a difference in selfish desires and positions. ”

"Strong words," suddenly a group of people flew up, and the black pressure killed the man.

"You don't understand the art of death," the man smiled slightly, his arms outstretched, and he calmly accepted the murderous intentions of the crowd, as if he were completing a waltz.

It was night, and all you could hear from the multicolored glass windows of the opera house was heart-rending screams and hot blood spilling out.

The next morning, when someone found the place, they were horrified to find that the opera house was lying in a pile of corpses, and the only piano on the stage was extremely clean.

The captain's face turned pale when he arrived, this kind of big case was unheard of.

"Immediately block the news, and don't let people get it out."

Looking at the bloody words on the wall, the captain just felt a chill hit him.

It read, "The Art of Death." ”

For the so-called art, Zhang Zifeng is a layman.

However, when Han Qianxi suddenly came to the door and said the four big words of "The Art of Death", he was thoughtful.

"This pervert killed a lot of people last night, I'm afraid he is hiding in a corner of Qinghai City now, if he gets away with it like this, I don't know what terrible things will happen."

Zhang Zifeng smiled bitterly, "I said Officer Han, Miss Han, I'm not a patrol, what are you looking for me to do about this?" ”

"Give you the money, you help us investigate."

"No," very decisively refused.

Han Qianxi was stunned, "Aren't you a miser, why didn't you do it again this time." ”

"If you don't do it, you don't do it," Zhang Zifeng said.

"You bastard, you're so powerful, why don't you help," Han Qianxi roared angrily.

Her roar drew everyone to the scene.

It turned out that the two were at a drinking party.

Ignoring Han Qianxi, Zhang Zifeng turned around and walked out of the drinking party, came to a room, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Dionysian voiced.

Zhang Zifeng pushed the door in with a smile, then closed the door, and then said, "It seems that this Qinghai City is really a place of right and wrong, have you heard, yesterday's incident." ”

"I heard, why did that guy suddenly appear in Qinghai City?" Bacchus fell into deep thought.

When they heard the words "the art of death", Zhang Zifeng and Bacchus both felt the pressure.

The pianist named Cool Ash actually extended his art to the hot summer.

Cool Ash, one of the twelve rulers of the World League, nicknamed the pianist, is a terrifying killer with brutal methods.

He became famous much earlier than Zhang Zifeng and Bacchus, and was one of the rulers of the older generation.

This person is extremely powerful, very terrifying, and few people are willing to provoke this ruthless character.

There were three rulers in Qinghai City for a while, who would dare to believe this?

You must know that the strength of every ruler represents a peak, a glorious and insurmountable history.

It is rare for more than two rulers to appear in the same city without permission.

And at this moment, suddenly only heard a pleasant piano sound from the wine party, and when they heard this piano sound, Zhang Zifeng and Bacchus were slightly stunned.

"It's him!"

"It's him!"

The two of them stood up with a thud and spoke in unison.

The voice was clearly coming from the hall of the reception.

"Oops, Wei Xueyan and they are still there," Zhang Zifeng's expression changed and he rushed out of the door.