Everyone present was shocked!

Who dares to call Qin Hao, the one-armed sword king, an old dog?

Everyone twisted their necks and looked at where the sound came from.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and that person was still by Xiao Jingya's side.

He, a windbreaker rises without wind, hunting in the air, with a flowing ponytail and blinding sunglasses, who is Xiao Tianjue, not the old gun?

At this time, hearing Xiao Jingya say the Qin family's abacus, Xiao Tianjue suddenly found that he was actually calculated by the damned Qin Hao. The anger in his heart was beyond words, and Xiao Tianjue directly burst into foul language.

Not only that, Xiao Tianjue took a step forward, and the figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Qin Hao.

Without saying a word, Xiao Tian came out with his fists and feet and launched an attack on Qin Hao.

Xiao Tian is no one else, Tianlang Jun is also, the top figure of the alliance, this time he did his best, it seems that he is going to beat Qin Hao to death!

"Stop, don't hurt my father!" Qin Yu held the broken knife in his hand and rushed over.

Unexpectedly, a strong wind was inexplicably angry, and Qin Yu actually flew back upside down, it turned out that Qin Hao made a move at this time.

"No, get out of the way." Qin Hao brushed Qin Yu away, turned around and fought with Xiao Tian.

The sky thunders and the fire is sharp, and the two of them fight hand-to-hand, and the moves are fatal, and they are very happy.

Wang Qiang paid close attention to this vicious battle, and thought about it in his heart, as if there was nothing to do with himself here.

The two strong-blooded old men fought in front of a group of young people, and the banquet was lively enough.

Wang Qiang shook his head, said goodbye to Long Haolin, and then paced away from Tianma Manor under Xiao Jingya's reluctant gaze.

When he returned to the station, the night was quiet, Wang Qiang called Xiao Chong, found a medical kit and treated the wound briefly.

The modern wound suture produced by Longcheng has a good effect, and the liquid agent is sprayed on the wound, and in just a dozen seconds, it turns into a bionic skin, which is tightly attached to the wounded muscle.

After treating the wound, Wang Qiang sent Xiao Zhong back to bed and fell asleep.

After a hearty sleep, Wang Qiang got up from the bed and found that the wound had grown more than half, and he couldn't help but sigh at the advanced medical equipment in Longcheng. But Wang Qiang didn't realize that his unusual body had a very good ability to regenerate the body.

In the next few days, Wang Qiang did not go anywhere, so he recuperated at the station, during which several invitations from powerful people were sent to him, inviting him to their manor. But Wang Qiang considered that as long as he attended the banquet, there was no strange rule of not fighting, so he simply refused in the name of recuperating from his injuries.

In March in Dragon City, although affected by the Ice Age, the snow falls from time to time, and the climate is still full of cold.

However, the central city of Dragon City is still very lively.

Fugitives, survivors, and merchants from all over the city have crowded every corner of the city.

Where there are people, there is liveliness.

A young man in a white combat uniform with a huge purple spear on his back walked through the streets of Dragon City, his eyes looking around.

This young man's face was like a crown, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a small red mole resting on the corner of his mouth, and his originally solemn appearance had a little more tenderness.

Suddenly, a child in tattered clothes walked in front of the young man and bumped into him unnaturally.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The poor little child apologized with a sad face.

The young man glanced kindly at the child, shook his head, and smiled as he walked on.

Seeing that the young man did not embarrass himself, the child quickly crossed the street and disappeared into the crowd.

The child enters an alley and then crosses it to a secluded corner. Seeing that there was no one left and right, the child mysteriously took out a wallet from his bosom that obviously did not belong to him.

This wallet is so ugly, the little boy thought, that young man who looks so handsome, can use such an ugly wallet, it is really unseemly.

Opening the wallet with anticipation, the little boy was dumbfounded, the wallet was empty, and there was not a single piece of waste paper!

I'll go, that guy looks glamorous, but he's poorer than me, and he's working for nothing!

The little boy cursed, reaching out for his crotch, but unexpectedly, the crotch was empty!

What about my wallet? The little boy was amazed!

……

On the street, Long Xiaotian played with the small wallet in his hand, and sighed in his heart, after three years of traveling, when he returned to his home, he was not as poor as a thief, which was really miserable.

Walking and walking, Long Xiaotian was hungry.

Hungry, hungry, eat something, Long Xiaotian thought.

There is a baked cake stall at the corner of the street, and there is a noodle shop on the corner of the street, Long Xiaotian sat at the door of the noodle shop and happily ordered a bowl of beef noodles.

"Such a handsome guy, he actually eats a street shop, it's really a drop of points. This is a freedom fighter who came to Dragon City to beg for a living. On the upstairs of the Spring River Flower Moon Night opposite the noodle shop, a little girl with heavy makeup and light makeup looked at it with wide apricot eyes and sighed.

The girl next to Miss Xingmu smiled faintly: "Xiaolu, yes, what people eat is your business." ”

Xiaolu flattened her mouth and asked, "Sister Liu, look at the big purple gun on his back, it looks so majestic, is he a freedom fighter?" ”

Liu Jie'er looked at Long Xiaotian silently and shook her head slightly: "Those current freedom fighters have already rushed to the Panshan area to be recruited, where is there still leisure to wander around in Dragon City." ”

Xiaolu asked again: "Sister Liu, what do you think he does?" ”

Liu Jie'er thought for a while and replied: "Looking at the faint blood stains on his combat uniform, it should be a warrior who has experienced a long journey, and being able to have such an anti-equipment weapon proves that he is worth a lot of money, and he is willing to sit in the noodle shop on the corner and eat the pasta eaten by the poor, which shows that he is used to wandering at the moment but is shy, you look at his look around, that affectionate gaze, I guess, he is a family son who has returned from a long trip." ”

Xiaolu's eyes widened and asked, "Sister Liu, are you serious?" ”

Liu Jie'er scratched Xiaolu's nose and said, "Of course it's teasing you." ”

At this time, as if he heard the conversation between Liu Jieer and Xiaolu, Long Xiaotian, who was eating noodles on the street corner, turned his head and smiled slightly at the attic.

With this smile, the snowflakes in the sky actually stopped.

Long Xiaotian ate noodles, homesick, listened to the hustle and bustle of the street corner of Longcheng, and recalled memories.

Suddenly, several wicked men with rough iron tools in their hands surrounded the noodle shop.

The old man who was selling pasta changed his expression, threw away the long chopsticks and colander in his hand, and ran away.

Obviously, these villains came at Long Xiaotian.

"Boss, it's him, who stole my money!" The little kid who stole the bag stood behind Long Xiaotian, pointed at Long Xiaotian, and complained to the evil man next to him.

The snow is heavy and cold.

This evil man is bare-chested and bare-breasted, and his bare arms are full of thorny dragons and tigers.

The evil boss slapped the little kid on the head and scolded: "You idiot, let you steal others, you're good, you were stolen, what kind of business level, get out of the way, you are not allowed to eat tonight." ”

Upstairs on the night of the moon in Chunjiang, Xiao Lu, who was commenting on Long Xiaotian, changed her complexion: "Sister Liu is not good, that yellow splashy skin in the south of the city has found trouble with a handsome guy!" ”

Liu Jie'er frowned slightly, and said, "Don't panic, take a look, I'll send someone to call Xiaobai." ”

When this kind of thing happened at the door, Liu Jie'er was kind-hearted and planned to ask the white housekeeper to come to the rescue.

Long Xiaotian ate noodles without paying any attention to the few villains behind him.

"Hey, noodle boy, you are amazing, dare to attack Lao Tzu's people, you don't want to live?" Boss Huang roared.

Long Xiaotian didn't answer, he still dealt with the noodles quietly, each noodle was very fragrant, Long Xiaotian didn't want to miss it.

Boss Huang was annoyed and motioned to one of his subordinates to make a move.

At this time, the car horn sounded on the street, and several military sedans sped by.

Boss Huang and his subordinates stopped what they were doing to see what was going on.

The car stopped at the door of the noodle shop, and Long Haolin got out of the car first and looked at Long Xiaotian, who was sitting at the table.

"Xiaotian, you're back!" Long Haolin's voice was a little happy.

Long Xiaotian finished eating the last noodle, turned around, looked at Long Haolin, and said softly: "Haolin, long time no see, I'm back!" ”

Long Haolin stepped forward and hugged Long Xiaotian.

Following behind Long Haolin, several young people dressed in senior general's costumes shouted happily: "Brother Xiaotian, you are finally back." ”

Liu Jie'er, who was standing upstairs on the night of the moon in the Spring River, was dumbfounded, wasn't that Long Haolin? This person seems to have a lot to do with Long Haolin, why doesn't he know him?

After Long Haolin and Long Xiaotian embraced, they looked at the hooligans standing on the street corner and asked, "Xiaotian, what's the situation with these guys?" ”

Long Xiaotian smiled and said, "It's okay, they are passing by." ”

Boss Huang was so clever that he hurriedly nodded and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are passing by, passing by." ”

Long Haolin looked at the weapons in the hands of several hooligans, and said quietly: "Those who pass by will pass by, and the blades and weapons must not be displayed at will on the street, be careful that the public security joint defense team will arrest you!" ”

"Yes, yes, the little ones put the guys away, let's cross, cross." Boss Huang smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran fast.

Long Haolin turned around and said to Long Xiaotian: "Xiaotian, it's really time for you to come back, my father is now supervising the battle of Panshan, the battle situation is difficult, Haoxuan, Haoyuan, Haoran and Haolan are all following my father's orders in the army...... Years ago, Haoyun had died in battle. ”

Long Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and asked in a deep voice, "Xiaoba is dead?" ”

Long Haolin nodded.

Long Xiaotian looked up at the sky and was silent for a long time.

"I went home to see my second grandfather, so I personally went to the front line to help Uncle Yuanqing." Long Xiaotian said.

……

Dragon City, the station of the Nian Mad Legion.

"Wang Qiang, I'm leaving tomorrow." Xiao Jingya said affectionately.

"Oh." Wang Qiang responded.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Xiao Jingya asked.

Somewhat cold.

Wang Qiang was silent for a while before he said: "Go all the way, there are quite a lot of zombies on the road, and there are also a lot of bandits, you have to pay attention to safety." ”

Xiao Jingya was overjoyed in her heart, and hurriedly said, "I know, I will pay attention to safety." ”

"Well, don't send it if you go slowly." Wang Qiang took a breath and said goodbye.

Xiao Jingya looked at Wang Qiang, and her heart was uneasy: "Wang ...... Zao Wou-Ki already knew that you were not dead, and the news had also spread back to Longji Mountain, and now no one knows what Zhao Valve's attitude is towards you. Although Zhao Juqian had an unshirkable responsibility in that incident, and Zhao Valve also discovered the shadow of his power, but if you are determined to have killed the heir of the Zhao family, Zhao Valve will not give up. The Zhao valve family has a big business, and it is unique in the north, and there is no shortage of people in the family who will repay it, you must be careful. ”

It's okay not to mention this matter, but when he mentioned this matter, Wang Qiang only felt a pain in his heart.

"Hmph, Zhao Valve, those guys are all above the top, there is no one in their eyes, I didn't go to them to trouble them, they should ask for more blessings, in Montenegro City, I haven't forgotten Zhang Feifei's death, this matter is not over!"

Xiao Jingya sighed, thinking to herself that this knot, I'm afraid she won't be able to untie it.

"I'm leaving." Xiao Jingya said.

"Hmm." Wang Qiang looked at Xiao Jingya and didn't know what to say.

"Can't you just say more?" Xiao Jingya's face flushed.

"Didn't you just say, walk well on the road." Wang Qiang scratched his hair.

"Wang Qiang, will you miss me when I'm gone?" Xiao Jingya used great courage to finally say what she wanted to say.

"What!"

Wang Qiang seemed to be a cat that had been stepped on by his tail, and the hair on his body exploded.

"What do you want to do? Every time you come across something like a fight. Wang Qiang's head shook loudly.

"You...... Dislike! Xiao Jingya scolded with a red face.

"What else do you want, go quickly, go quickly, you go quickly, I won't miss you." Wang Qiang waved his hand, sincerely hoping that Xiao Jingya would leave.

Xiao Jingya stood on tiptoe and came to Wang Qiang.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Qiang had a bad premonition.

Xiao Jingya looked at Wang Qiang's ordinary and simple face, and couldn't say her love, so she kissed Wang Qiang's face.

Rao is Wang Qiang's agility to dodge bullets, and he couldn't avoid Xiao Jingya's kiss, just because at that time, people were already stunned.

It's love...... It is also a kiss goodbye of love.

Xiao Jingya waved her sleeves, but she couldn't take away the clouds in the sky, she couldn't take away her love, she only took away the memories that belonged to her.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Wang Qiang looked at the car shadow in the distance, lost in the reflection of the aquatic plants on the shore of Tianma Lake.

How many choices are there in life?

Have you ever shed tears and regretted your choice?

Do you remember those unforgettable choices?

(End of Volume IV)

PS: It's the New Year, and I will insist on finishing the writing of this book in the new year. Think about last year, it was easy to put it down, and now there are a lot of struggles when I pick it up again, I don't have too many thoughts, but the new year is good to start and finish.

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