The cold wind is bleak, exhausting the prosperity of a lifetime, but it can't get a trace of distant looks, rather than falling in love and choking speechlessly, it is better to foam in the rivers and lakes.

The sky is high and the earth is high, the universe is infinite, the cold wind is blowing violently, the rain and snow are pouring down, the sunset and the flying snow are dancing together, and the blood and water are the same color as the sky.

As the sun sets, the heavens and the earth are gilded.

Boundless falling trees are falling, and endless snow is rolling.

Mu Qingyu stood in a ninety-nine-story high-rise building, overlooking the lights of thousands of homes, looking into the distance with sad eyes, a faint sorrow between his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Suit and tie, his eyes are deep overlooking the city in the sky, his golden eyes are full of vicissitudes and vastness, and he has experienced the vicissitudes of time, like a star, disillusioned, setting off his miserable handsomeness.

The long hair of the black spirit, covering the forehead in front of me, smiled helplessly, the earth has been two thousand and one hundred years, one year, I am eighteen years old, and I once again set foot on this long-missed hometown.

Let the years go by, I can't miss you, love is like ink, ink rain is like smoke, three hundred and fifty-six days and nights, is the result of my boundless thoughts about you.

Jiu Shao, it's not too early, it's time to rest, and there is a beautiful voice behind him.

Mu Qingyu smiled, Ah Xue, do you know? My favorite thing to do is to stand on the highest place in the dark night and overlook the whole world.

Jiu Shao, you really plan to take that step, they are your relatives in the blood, and the beautiful voice sounded again.

"Relatives", Mu Qingyu smiled bitterly "The dearest person, the most hurtful person", when he was eight years old, he was put into a dog by my fifth brother and was almost bitten to death, and my grandfather on the ridiculous blood.

just said, "Mu Qingfeng is young and ignorant", and that matter is over, I have been lying in the hospital for half a year, and my respected grandfather has never come to see me.

Ah Xue, don't you say it's funny? This is the closest person.

Lin Xue was dressed in a white suit, heroic and compelling, yes, there is nothing more painful in the world than this.

Mu Qingyu's face was hideous, if that's all, when I was five years old, my parents mysteriously disappeared, and all the properties in their names were transferred to my name.

And my esteemed grandfather, since he helped my uncle to seek the property in my name, I have been fond of the night since then, standing on the top of the mountains, overlooking the vicissitudes of eternity.

I swear to the night that I will take back everything that belongs to me, Ah Xue, do you believe it? Within a year, I will take 1/3 of the economy into my hands, and my left hand will be raised in the air and clenched into a fist.

Jiu Shao, is this really what you want? Won't you be too tired, the beautiful voice sounded again.

Mu Qingyu smiled, of course this is not what I want, gently unbuttoned the cuffs of the white T-shirt, revealing strong muscles, which were impressively carved with blood-colored nine-clawed dragons, and the hideous and terrifying rock climbing on his body was lifelike, as if he was about to spread his wings and fly.

Dao: This blood-colored nine-clawed dragon has been on me since I was born.

Lin Xue exclaimed: What?

Mu Qingyu said: It's incredible, but what's even more incredible is far less than that.

By chance, I opened my mother's lockbox, and there was a piece of golden-colored paper with strange and terrifying things written on it.

The blood-colored characters are clearly written, the descendants of Yan and Huang, the eighteen bloodlines, the gathering of nine dragons, the top of the Tianshan Mountain, the ice of the extreme north, the tomb of prehistory, the secret of immortality, the revival of the ancients, the battle against the sky, and the hope of immortality.

Lin Xuedao: What do these words mean?

Mu Qingyu smiled, according to legend, our ancestor is the Huaxu clan, and the first ancestor of our lineage should be Yandi Shennong, Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, and since then it has been called Yanhuang clan.

Eighteen bloodlines, it should refer to the eighteen-year-old bloodline, the bloodline will gradually awaken, and it is the blood-colored dragon I just showed you, and the nine dragons represent more than me.

The top of the Tianshan Mountains, the ice of the extreme north, according to the Tiannan, the earth and the north sun, is the Arctic Ocean of the North Pole, as for the rest, it is unknown, but as long as this coordinate is found, the others will be solved.

Lin Xuedao: So you have to control 1/3 of the economy in your hands within a year, have enough capital, and find that coordinate, but it is very difficult to complete this grand goal within a year.

Mu Qingyu smiled and said, "Is it difficult?" I want to build a new business empire and turn life substitutes into daily necessities, which is more than enough within a year.

Lin Xuedao: Such a strong force will definitely cause a lot of dissatisfaction among many people, and when the time comes, it will definitely be negatively affected by the enemy and will not try.

Mu Qingyu shouted: I have strong funds, more advanced technology, advanced ideas, and today's society is not the ancient era of cold weapons.

Mu Qingyu waved his hand, his voice with a hint of impatience, okay, Ah Xue, you go down first, I want to be alone.

Mu Qingyu looked at the back of Lin Xue leaving, tears dripping silently, Ah Xue, live well for me.

Mu Qingyu turned his head and quietly looked down at the golden and brilliant night, a helpless and desolate voice sounded, TFSTG incurable,

He still vividly remembers that his presiding doctor told him a year ago that TFSTG was incurable.

At that time, he asked bitterly: How much time is left, and a cold voice sounds, three years at most.

I hope that time will slow down, with my remnant body, I will lay down this prosperous world for you, and exchange for the prosperity and health of your life, Ah Xue, you will never be sad, just use the prosperity of this prosperous world to exchange your eternal smile.

Mu Qingyu gently turned the ring of his right hand, and with a wave of his left hand, a huge light screen appeared in front of him, his voice was hoarse, without any emotion, and said: Protect Ah Xue, if there is a slight difference, there is no need to see tomorrow's sunshine.

His heart is dripping blood, he must be ruthless, let Lin Xue hate him, when he leaves, she will not be sad, love may make us more and more humble.

But that trace of sweetness is the source of the monstrous, vigorous youth, should be sweet and happy, and he has to face himself getting closer and closer to death.

The psychological oppression pressed him all the time, pressing him out of breath, and the god of death was wandering in his ears, not knowing how many days he would live, helpless and desolate, hovering in his chest.

The years are in a hurry, but they can't exchange for the pain of parting thoughts, Mu Qingyu put his hands in his trouser pockets, quietly overlooking the night of the sky city, golden and brilliant, without a trace of sadness, nor a trace of hesitation.

There is a kind of fearless sky, fearless death momentum, Mu Qingyu deeply knows that he still has one chance, that is the Arctic ice, the top of the Tianshan Mountain, and the prehistoric tomb.

The Chinese civilization is only 5,000 years old, and the prehistoric civilization has a history of tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of years, and it is unknown what is buried in it.