What is fate? Is it a spell? Or is it a test of God? Or is it the ordeal of being born with a human being? Fate will always visit you inadvertently and lead you into a more tragic tomorrow.

- Pessimism? IC227, Fleming Guderian

IC62, March, 22, Dunhuang, Mingsha Mountain Manor.

Tang Hua sat comfortably on his dark purple sofa, shaking the red wine in his hand, but he hadn't tasted it for a long time. This is his estate, his villa, his study. The room was at the top of the villa, with a high dome, and he chose a blood-red floor, except for a spotlight in the center, a single sofa, and a small table for wine, and only a columnar elevator tower that led to the basement was placed on the opposite side, and nothing else. The walls of the study are made of floor-to-ceiling glass, overlooking the entire Mingsha Mountain forest, and he is in it, like a demon king in hell patrolling his land in the throne.

This is the place where the new speaker of Dunhuang stays most often, this legendary man, 7 years ago as a homeless man came to Dunhuang, and then he became the richest man in Dunhuang in three years, and became the most noble merchant in the ark in another year, and then bought the entire Mingsha Mountain, so that the only natural forest in Dunhuang became his own manor.

Legend has it that he delivered enough building materials to build a kingdom, and in the end, only this modest three-story villa was built on the surface. Legend has it that he would eventually become the richest merchant in all mankind, but in the fifth year he sold all his shares in the company and threw himself into the political circles of Dunhuang. He always puts himself out of people's predictions and claims that this is the root cause of his success, but is that really the case? No one can say clearly.

Such a figure, at this time, was also intoxicated in the study like a pool of blood to admire his kingdom as usual, until the indicator light of the columnar elevator flashed, and a man with gray hair and a muscular figure floated out from it, as if the light pierced the strange beauty of the entire study.

"Ahh Tang Huan smiled bitterly, and casually threw the red wine at the other party, "Are you still satisfied with your luxurious underground kingdom, boss?" ”

"Very average." The glass swirled clockwise and tossed at the gray-haired man, the wine sprang, but at a certain point, about 30 centimeters above the ground, everything stopped falling, and the wine rolled and condensed into a ball, flying into the glass that hovered in mid-air, and the glass crossed an elegant arc and fell between the man's fingers.

"Very average? I ......"

"You know I don't tell lies." The man floated in front of Tang Hua and took a sip of red wine, "The wine is very good, and the underground palace is very ordinary." ”

"Okay." Tang Hua pressed his forehead helplessly, "Then what should I do?" ”

"They've made changes according to their needs below, Asano has counted them, the materials are sufficient, only the rats have a bit of a problem, and your dungeon has too little biological waste except for those hundreds of corpses."

"Hey, Prody, don't do that, I've heard you've been a lot more human in recent years!"

"You say so?" The gray-haired man said, his body rising towards the dome to a height of three meters, and then he sat down lazily against the air, a playful smile on his face, and shook the red wine in his hand.

Tang Hua almost didn't believe his eyes: "Damn, this is not ......"

"It's you." Prodi had already straightened up and descended from the sky, "This is the demeanor that the computer has calculated that is most suitable for my location." ”

"Your human touch is all acting?"

"Not unexpected, is it? Defects in the brain domain are difficult to treat and less likely to heal on their own. ”

"Well, for the sake of years of friendship, I won't hold you accountable for piracy."

"Thank you."

“…… If I hadn't known you since I was a child, the irony of your thank you would be really heavy. ”

"It's ironic, I made a note of it."

"Getting back to the point, the dungeon is really not good?"

"It's luxurious, but it doesn't meet the requirements of the battlefield."

"Do you think they're going to storm your home stadium and they've had enough?"

"You can always be invited, don't you already understand?"

"I don't understand. If you want the key, you can come alone, and no one will stop you. ”

"I won't do it if nothing else."

"So you took most of the origin and the queen to be guarded, and demolished Dunhuang? Do you want to start a second remnant war? ”

"Wolves will become dogs after being kept in captivity for a long time, and I don't need dogs."

"A wolf will always be a wolf and will not become a dog. It's just that what you need is a wolf! ”

"I said, you understand me."

"Hell, I need to know everything, don't keep me guessing."

"Don't guess, what should happen, will happen."

……

At the foot of Mingsha Mountain, less than 5 kilometers away in a straight line, in the independent apartment at No. 29 Xuelin Street in the college district, a war is going on at this time, and the protagonists of the war are the two protagonists of the first volume...... of juniors.

"Mo Liyun, get up! Get up now! Give you another 5 seconds! It's almost half past seven, do you want to skip class again! Standing on the side of the bed with a cold face "shouting" is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, with standard Han blood, a melon seed face with a little baby fat, and thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes. Well, it should be regarded as a beauty embryo, although because of age, there is still a lack of body development, and a height of 160 cm is also lacking, but responsibly speaking, it is enough to earn a return rate on the street. The little girl had a simple ponytail, and her hair was black and straight, and it flew behind her as she spoke, like a beating elf.

"I said you'd be enough! Miss Su, what time is this? It was 6:20, and it was less than a fraction of 7:30. I'm a guest of your house. Guest! You know? Looking at your arrogant and domineering appearance, I'm really worried about how you will sell yourself in the future. Please, do well, and let me sleep soundly. The stinky boy who "responded" buried his whole body in the quilt, and his only hand stretched out the quilt, shaking a small alarm clock to prove it.

This is Mo Liyun, 16 years old, Han nationality, living in the Su family for two years, has completely grown into a handsome young man, especially the domineering image of wrapping his whole body in a quilt, pouting his buttocks, and not even showing his head, how can he be elegant.

"Sister, I am naturally beautiful and have a violent IQ, will I be worried about getting married?" Thinking about the fact that she had never received a love letter in her long sixteen years of life, the little girl was angry. The natural beauty is like a knife, and her thin lips spit out a "hum" word heavily: "I said half past seven, it is half past seven!" In vain, I got up at 5 o'clock to make breakfast for you, and you still dare to answer! ”

"It's because you made breakfast that I can't spare time to eat! Before dawn, the kitchen at home began to blow up like a chemistry lab, please, you are a scientific genius, I admit it, but that doesn't mean you are also talented in chemistry. Even if you're a chemistry genius, cooking breakfast is a chore! It's a housewife's serious and sacred skill, not something that a scientist can do with a beaker flask! To be honest, on such a sunny morning, I miss the beautiful Aunt Lin immensely! The stinky boy continued to hum under the covers like a bug, full of disdain.

Aunt Lin is Lin Ke, codenamed Holy Light, the nanny of the Su family, the head of the Lieutenant General of the Ark Holy Light Knights, the number one combat force, and Su Zhi's confidant (self-proclaimed). In my impression, since the Su family moved to Dunhuang, Lin Ke has been in this family, and the serious corpse is on it. Su Zhi is a workaholic, and Su Ningqiu's husband has also settled in Eden all the year round because of his identity, and has almost never been to Dunhuang, so the relationship between the two young boys and girls who are not productive and Lin Ke is deep.

In the past two years, Lin Ke has to go to Eden every few months, as short as three or five days, as long as one or two months.

"Ahhh You're forcing me to lift the quilt! The little girl began to run wild, her red mouth and white teeth shining in the morning sun.

"I'm sleeping naked, just look at it!" The voice of the stinky boy came from the cracks in the bed.

"I believe you have a ghost!" The little girl's little hand was raised, and a beautiful quilt danced on the quilt on the bed and fell to the ground, revealing ...... A white flowery body.

"Ah!!!!h (male voice) "Ah!!!!!!!!! "(Girl)" Smack! (Crash)

Fifteen minutes later, Mo Liyun sat at the dining table dressed neatly, with a red and bright five-finger mountain on his left face, a beaker of milk in front of him, a poached egg in a petri dish, and two slices of bread, one burnt on both sides, and one on both sides of the burnt. Su Ningqiu's face was red, and there was also the same breakfast in front of her.

Always have to speak, it's too weird to be silent like this, the stinky boy sighed, and raised the beaker to respect heaven and earth.

"I said ......"

"Don't say it!"

"I think ......"

"Don't look at it!"

"I want to ......"

"Don't think about it!"

"Hell yes! It's me who was seen, and I'm the one who was slapped in the face, don't make it seem like you're at a loss, your family is big, that's what made me a specimen in minutes! ”

"Anyway...... You rascal! ”

"You're a rascal!" The stinky boy deeply felt the distress of Xiucai encountering soldiers, so he took a sip of milk from the beaker, and always felt that he was drinking a witch's sneaky potion, "That, I'll make breakfast later." ”

"Huh? Isn't it tasty? I made it according to the recipe, and the weight range is accurate to the milligram! The little girl wrinkled her nose proudly and pulled out a poached egg from the petri dish.

"Hey!" The stinky boy thought to himself, it's good that you're satisfied.

"By the way, the day after tomorrow, Prody Ethel is coming to Dunhuang."

"That Ethel?"

"Well, it's him, do you want revenge?"

"I can't beat him now, so let him go. I'm waiting for you to get rid of the blood clot in my brain. Mo Liyun took a bite of the bread fiercely, and his mouth was full of carbon slag.

"Do you really want to avenge Grandpa Siwu? They are the strongest in the world. Hey, what are you spitting on! ”

"Leave some charcoal and bake it directly at night to keep warm."

"Why don't you die! Scumbag who wastes the sympathy of others! Syllable! Su Ningqiu changed her clothes angrily, leaving Mo Liyun alone to hold the five-fingered mountains on both sides of her face and sigh.

That's right, the strongest in the world, the "master" who defeated his grandfather, and even his father bluntly said that he couldn't win, I even stood in front of him and reported my family, it's really sad.

……

At the entrance of Dunhuang High School, it is the place where Su Ningqiu and Mo Liyun are separated every day, Su Ningqiu's class is in the School of Life Sciences two blocks away, and now she is not only a lecturer in the college, but also following the old professors for postdoctoral courses. Therefore, the boys and girls agreed that the girls would send the girls to school, and the girls would pick up the girls from school.

"Xiaoyun, study hard, don't fight!" Su Ningqiu smiled skillfully at the school gate.

"Don't fight? I know, I won't let anyone fight back. Mo Liyun replied in a similar way, but his ears were immediately picked up by a pair of small hands.

"I'm going to class, remember to listen to my sister." The ponytail flew and quickly disappeared around the corner of the street, Mo Liyun rubbed his ears and muttered.

"What class did that girl study in just now? Why haven't you seen it? ”

"Tang Shao is interested? That's a genius girl from the Academy of Life Sciences, named Su Ningqiu, who has already completed her doctorate at the age of 17, that guy, it is said that there is an old man and a nanny at home, and he has eaten more idle meals in the past two years. The attendant smacked his lips at Su Ningqiu's back and gave a big thumbs up.

"Genius girl? Hum! ”

Eating idle ...... Mo Liyun's eyebrows jumped, and he turned around to see two men at the school gate smiling lewdly. Among them, the black man who was wearing a tight vest and was 2 meters tall was named Maximo, who was his classmate and had been with him for 10,000 years. The other with curly blond hair, dressed in a white suit, and handsome facial features is Tang Ning, who has just transferred in the past two days, and his father Tang Hua is the speaker of Dunhuang No. 2, second only to the prime minister who has no sense of existence in political rankings.

"Idiot." Mo Liyun snorted casually, turned around and walked into the school gate. It's Wednesday, there are 57 protection fees to be collected, and the young master is too busy to pay attention to these fools who are seduced by Frankenstein's appearance.

It's a pity that Young Master Mo is not available, but the others are very empty, hearing Mo Liyun call his master an idiot, Maximo immediately jumped out very loyally, and put his big hand on Mo Liyun's shoulder: "Mo Liyun, who are you calling an idiot!" ”

Maximo has a vendetta against Mo Liyun, an orphan, eating idle meals in the Su family, it is said that he is still sick in the brain, such a person refuses to join the campus organization, but he deviates from the school for a year and becomes the top card of the school's bad boys, although he relied on his double fists to fight one by one, and even his boss was beaten away by two, but since ancient times, there is no first martial arts and no second, Maximo has never fought with him, so he is naturally unaccustomed to it.

"You, and that poodle, two idiots." Mo Liyun turned his head, gestured out two fingers, and pointed out the object very seriously.

"Looking for a fight!" Maximo was furious and punched him. Mo Liyun's body let go of his fist as if he didn't have any strength, leaned against the opponent's arm behind his back, made a mistake with his right foot, turned his body halfway, and stabbed his toe into Maximo's knee socket. Maximo suddenly felt a weakness in his left leg and fell to his knees.

Mo Liyun went back to the front, touched his face and gasped, then stretched out his left hand, pressed the big black man's head, and raised his hand, "Bang!" Syllable! "Twice, I got back the interest on being eaten tofu by Frankenstein in the morning.

No one knows how hard Mo Liyun's white and pure two slaps worked, anyway, Maximo's face was bruised and swollen on both sides, the corners of his mouth were broken, and he spit out two teeth when he was lying on the ground coughing.

The whole process did not take more than 5 seconds, Tang Ning looked stupidly, and the gold medal fighter he collected was put down in one shot, which was obviously very unexpected by the speaker and the son, so that a handsome face still maintained a disdainful expression, and painted surprise, fear, etc., which looked very strange, and his facial features were almost distorted together.

"Like him, or pay protection money?" Mo Liyun stretched out her hand to smooth out Tang Ning's hideous expression, and the options given were like the ancient knights who held boats and asked the guests if they wanted to eat wonton noodles or knife-cut noodles.

"I am the Speaker's son!" Tangning suddenly hissed.

"The Prime Minister's youngest son also attends this school, you know?"

"Huh?"

"He paid the protection money on Thursday."

“…… How much do you want? ”

"5 yuan in the first week, 2 yuan per week after that, Tong Suo is not bullied." Mo Liyun lifted Tang Ning's chin with his right hand, and picked up his ear with his left hand.

"How much?" Tang Ning almost wanted to pluck out his ears, in this era when mineral water costs ten yuan a bottle, someone would threaten the son of a speaker, just to ask for 5 yuan.

"Just coins." Mo Liyun pretended to be cool, and at the same time thought hatefully, if it weren't for Frankenstein's birthday last year, she made a wish for a piggy bank full of coins...... Fill the oil drum, the ghost is interested in collecting this damn protection fee in such a shitty school!