An ordinary day in Gangan City.

Xu Xi finished the afternoon class, walked out of the campus, and as soon as he arrived at the school gate, he saw Wang Lang driving a Lamborghini.

"Xiaoxi, are you out of class? Shall we go to the Japanese food buffet?"

Wang Lang said to Xu Xi with a smile on his face.

Xu Xi ignored it, but walked away to the side, and seeing this, Wang Lang immediately chased after him.

"Xiaoxi, you've rejected me so many times, this time, don't refuse, okay?"

"Wang Lang, I have already said that it is absolutely impossible for you and me. If you come back to harass me, I'll call the police."

Xu Xi's face was full of displeasure.

"Xiaoxi, why? Why do you just refuse to accept me?"

"Why?"

Xu Xi looked at Wang Lang, and there was an indelible flame of anger in his eyes: "You killed my brother, are you embarrassed to ask why?" Although there is no evidence to prove it, I believe that paper cannot contain the flames."

Hearing Xu Xi say this, Wang Lang was like a scoop of cold water, and the enthusiasm on his body disappeared, "On this street, I advise you not to talk nonsense, what does Xu Tianming's death have to do with me? Don't think that because I pursue you, you can slander me."

"Really? What do you feel has nothing to do with you? Okay, you wait, one day, the truth will come out."

After speaking, Xu Xi turned his head and left Wang Lang's side.

Looking at Xu Xi's back, a trace of coldness flashed in Wang Lang's eyes.

……

Leaving Wang Lang's side, Xu Xi walked into a vegetable market.

She strode to a pickle stall.

At this time, the owner of the pickle stall was very busy.

The pickles in barrels were sold out quickly.

Xu Xi stood quietly to the side and did not speak.

When the people in front of the stall were almost gone, Xu Xi suddenly showed a smile and said to the stall owner, "Xiaoqian, business is good today!"

The owner of this pickle stall is none other than Xu Qian.

"Xiaoxi? How did you get here? Don't you have to go to school?"

Xu Qian was very surprised by Xu Xi's arrival.

"You forgot, it's school time!"

"Oh."

Xu Qian answered.

Looking at Xu Qian's appearance, Xu Xi felt sad for a while.

Since Xu Tianming's death, she has been like this, and her whole person has become emotionless and indifferent to anything.

It's like a walking corpse.

During this period, Xu Xi also took her to see a doctor, but nothing was wrong.

This pickle stall only started operating last year.

After Xu Tianming's death, Xu Qian didn't know how, and began to think about pickling some pickles by herself, but she didn't expect the taste to be surprisingly good, so Xu Xi proposed to set up a stall in the vegetable market.

In this stall, Xu Qian's pickles have won everyone's favor and are often in short supply.

"Xiaoxi, are you hungry?"

Xu Qian suddenly spoke.

"Hmm...... I seem to be a little hungry."

"Then let's go eat."

With that, Xu Qian began to clean up her stall.

But at this moment, suddenly a man dressed all over Louis Vuitton came, he had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was hanging out.

He walked to Xu Qian's stall with a domineering look.

"Hey, it's time to pay the booth fee."

He said to Xu Qian.

"Oh."

Xu Qian sighed, took out some change from her pocket and handed it to the man.

Looking at the money in Xu Qian's hand, the man frowned: "Hey, I said, you won't really be stupid enough to know anything, right?"

"What?"

Xu Qian looked at the man expressionlessly.

"Don't you see who I am? Don't you understand, filial piety?"

"Oh."

Xu Qian took out another hundred yuan, added the change and handed it to the man.

The man smiled, "That's right. Be smart next time."

After speaking, the man left Xu Qian's side and went to other stalls.

Xu Xi recognized him, the vegetable farm belonged to the company, and he was a member of Kongsi Industry. Responsible for collecting booth fees, but his character is not good, and he always likes to charge extra "booth fees" from small vendors.

"Xiaoqian, you can not give it to him."

Xu Xi said to Xu Qian.

"It's okay, let's go eat."

……

Late at night.

The roof of a skyscraper in Jiang'an City.

Two black figures stood by the guardrail, overlooking the entire Jiang'an City.

"Time flies so fast, two years, just like that."

A man in a black suit said as he looked at the night view of Jiang'an City.

"Master, are you sure you want to show up now?"

An old man beside him asked.

The man in the black suit touched the ring on his finger, "Now the time is ripe, besides, one of the Ten Swordsmen has already taken root in this city."

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