"Yu Liang, do you have to go?"

It was a bright-eyed woman who leaned lazily on a pale pink brocade couch, revealing her arms and calves as white as lotus roots.

"I could feel it, he was coming."

The man who spoke was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his face as if frozen.

His heart is also cold.

This warm little home and that stunning woman can't give him a trace of warmth.

The woman bit her lip, and two lines of tears gradually slipped down.

"Yu Liang, can you not go to see him." There was already a cry in her words.

She knew that once her man was gone, he might not be able to come back.

A long sigh.

The man didn't look back, his voice full of helplessness.

"Ten years ago, I got the way down the mountain, passed through Cangzhou, crossed the Lanhai, picked the gate of Qilian Mountain, and broke the big array of the end of the world.

After a pause, he said, "They all say that I am the strongest pretending king in the world." ”

"But I know that I'm not number one yet, and I have to fight him."

Hearing this, Xiaolan sobbed in a low voice: "The first in the world... No. 1 in the world... Is being number one in the world so important to you... What about me... What am I ......?"

The man's brows were furrowed, and he couldn't let go of this woman either.

But the master also once said that pretending to be forced is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

As the saying goes, if you don't pretend for one day, it's hard to sleep and eat, and if you don't pretend for three days, if you don't pretend for seven days, then your life will be rested.

He and Xiaolan have been together for three years, he wanted to live like this for the rest of his life, in this world, there is no one worthy of his shot.

Until that person rose to fame.

Yu Liang couldn't sit still, he knew that he would have a battle with him.

Maybe Yu Liang is not a person who is content with blandness in his bones.

"Xiaolan, do you want your man to be a coward? Do you want your man to be a shrunken turtle? ”

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears.

"I don't care who you are, whether you're a coward or a shrunken turtle... I don't care... All I care about is that you're a child's father... I just care..."

The man was instantly moved.

He hurriedly ran to the brocade couch and grabbed her shoulder: "Little Blue... What did you say... You... Again..."

Xiaolan was already crying and wearing makeup, so she hugged him: "I said, you are the child's father, I said... I'm pregnant..."

Yu Liang couldn't accept this huge surprise for a while: "I'm going to be a father?" I'm going to be a dad..."

He hugged Xiaolan tightly, and he already had a decision in his heart.

"Xiaolan, believe me, I have to fight him, if I don't go, how can I block the mouth of the world."

"You..."

Xiaolan was about to speak, but Yu Liang hugged her tighter.

"Believe me, I was still a little worried about this battle, but now that you are pregnant, as the so-called people are in good spirits at happy events, it is the best time for me to show the Dafa of pretending to be forced, and I will win this battle."

Xiaolan stopped sobbing, "Really... It's true? ”

"Haha, when did I lie to you? Peace of mind here waiting for me to come back, remember, your man is the best in the world..."

The east gate of Xingping City.

Several maroon horses galloped in.

The men on the horse have lion's noses and wide mouths, and they carry long knives.

The speed of the horse was so fast that the pedestrians on both sides were startled and dodged.

"Young Master...... Young Master...... Young Master...... You slow down..."

The handsome young man in front of him did not answer, and the whip in his hand was as heavy as a whip.

How do you want him to slow down?

He can't wait to fly in front of Yu Liang now, defeat him, and then, be the number one in the world he dreams of.

His surname is Zhuang, and his name is Zhuang Shangtian.

He is the young master of the Northland, and the seventy-two cities in the Northland are all his boss.

He has everything that everyone else wants.

Money... Woman... Right...

However, none of those things gave him a hint of pleasure.

Only the first in the world, only by being the first in the world can he be happy.

Who's that?

A young man in a white shirt and a white fan stood in the middle of the street, and he didn't feel anything about these galloping fast horses.

Yu Liang?

Yes, he must be Yu Liang.

He grabbed the reins of the horse fiercely.

"Phew..."

The horse was three paces away from Yu Liang when it suddenly stood up and let out a long neigh.

"Well... Well..."

"Sure enough, handsome... He is worthy of being the young master of the Northland..."

The crowd of onlookers applauded, and they already recognized who it was.

Wearing a golden robe and holding a golden whip, there is only this one Zhuang Dashao in the world.

He dismounted and stared carefully at the man in front of him.

As long as you defeat this man, you will be the best in the world.

"Zhuang Shangtian." He reported to himself, his voice cold.

The corners of Yu Liang's mouth went up, revealing a polite smile.

"In the lower Yu Liang, the excess Yu is good, and the good is forced to be prostitute."

The crowd of onlookers froze.

"Yu Liang?"

"Oh my God... He said he was Yu Liang? ”

"He is Yu Liang, who pretends to be a fifteen-year-old and becomes a king at the age of twenty?"

Zhuang Shangtian was a little nervous, he didn't expect Yu Liang to be so calm, as if he had already won this earth-shattering battle.

He dismounted and gave the whip to the servant.

Coldly spit out two words from his mouth: "Formation." ”

When the servant heard this, he immediately cleared a large open space behind him and spread a whole fine Western Regions cashmere carpet.

The crowd of onlookers opened their mouths wide, the price of this whole carpet ordinary people may not be able to earn it even if they earn ten lifetimes.

This is Zhuang Dashao's method of pretending to be forced, he is worthy of being a top master, and he is good at using his strengths.

His strength is that he has money, and he has money that no one else can imagine.

However, this was not the end, a thin golden carpet was spread again, and several fair-skinned and beautiful girls were arranged with tables, chairs, benches, delicacies and wine.

"Brother Yu, why don't you talk about it?"

He sat down on the soft carpet and picked up his glass.

Yu Liang was a little hesitant, he felt that he was now at a disadvantage.

Zhuang Dashao's trick is used well, the expensive carpets, delicious food and wine, and expensive and exquisite tableware all impact Yu Liang's brain.

"Give in, I'm the number one pretending king in the world."

Yu Liang's chest was a little suffocated, and as soon as Zhuang Dashao's golden array came out, he already had the momentum to take the lead.

But Yu Liang is Yu Liang after all.

He won't give in easily.

He walked over and sat down, and immediately a servant poured him a glass of wine.

The two cups collided slightly, and Yu Liang took a small sip.

He doesn't like to drink red wine very much, and he hasn't drunk it much, but as a pretending king, he understands this set of procedures.

"What does Brother Yu think of this wine?"

Yu's conscience moved.

came, he made a move, if he couldn't answer himself, then he would make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

But how could this stump Yu Liang.

With Zhuang Dashao's character and financial resources, what kind of red wine is this is already coming out.

He held out two fingers, shook the goblet, and smiled faintly.

"The wine is thick and mellow, and it really deserves to be Lafite in 82."

With that, he picked up the cup again and took a sip.

"Hahaha......"

Zhuang Dashao smiled and leaned back and stroked his belly with his hand.

"Brother Yu... Brother Yu, you are really..."

Yu Liang's face flushed.

He realized that he might have guessed wrong, and if he was wrong, he would lose the first round.

"Why is Brother Zhuang laughing?"

"Hey, I'm laughing at Brother Yu, you haven't drunk red wine, don't you know how to read? The bottle clearly said last year's Great Wall dry red, Brother Yu said that it was 82 Lafite... Is... Laughing kills people too..."