"Over the years, wearing suits, dresses, casual clothes..."

"But this is the only one..."

"The most intimate."

Sun Wen murmured softly, looking at the few big characters written by the dragon snake on his clothes, and showed a knowing smile.

"I always feel... What else is missing..."

Sun Wen looked at the mirror, kept looking, thoughtfully, took off his clothes, carefully placed them on the table, took off a pen, and wrote a line of text carefully on his back.

'Don't laugh at the boy...'

'Jianghu Dream. ’

In fact, except for his signature, Sun Wen's other handwriting is not good-looking.

Including these seven words, from the perspective of calligraphy, it is also about equivalent to a piece of shit.

But this is the most serious words Sun Wen has ever written in his life.

In other words, he has been infused with all the ideals and emotions of his life.

Mo laughs at the dream of the young man's rivers and lakes,

also go to the end of the world with a phantom sword!

Perhaps, as Sun Wen said, he really doesn't like money, and if it is possible, he would really prefer to exchange it for the most ordinary and ordinary long sword.

There are always many regrets in life.

But every regret ...

You will still leave your own scenery.

"At least at this moment, master, I dare to say that I am the fifth generation of the human race for this minute... Peerless..."

With a soft whisper, Sun Wen put on the class uniform again, carefully sorting out every wrinkle.

Grooming your hair, shaving...

An hour later, when Sun Wen stood at the headquarters of the Golden Ingot Group, he had already taken on a new look.

Only the uniform, which looked out of place with what everyone else around was wearing.

"The site of the press conference was completed, and within 20 minutes, all media reporters were all present."

"The press conference can begin."

Yu Mo came from afar, looked at Sun Wen, and spoke seriously.

But Sun Wen shook his head: "There is no need for the scene, I... This last..."

"I actually want to stay in the Ink Academy."

"But it's not quite right."

"So..."

"The press conference will be held on the rooftop of this gold ingot group."

"It's high up here and the view is great."

Sun Wen said with a chuckle, then turned around and walked into the elevator.

Yu Mo nodded lightly and didn't go in, but took out his mobile phone and started to deal with it again.

Gold Ingot Group...

Now it is the tallest building in the entire Ink City, or the entire Terran.

Standing on the rooftop, you can clearly feel the wind howling.

But Sun Wen seemed to enjoy it, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing across his cheeks.

It was peaceful.

It's so quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat.

Unfortunately, this tranquility was quickly broken.

One after another, carrying long guns and short cannons, rushed into the rooftop like crazy and pointed the camera at Sun Wen.

They had prepared too many questions in the year that Sun Wen had disappeared.

Now...

Finally a chance.

Looking at the reporters who arrived and Yu Mo hiding in the corner, Sun Wen smiled.

"May I ask Mr. Sun, about the group's shares..."

One reporter couldn't help but speak first.

It's just that when Sun Wen's eyes fell on him, his voice naturally stopped abruptly, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't speak.

"Shhh

"Don't rush, let's... Listen to the wind. ”

Looking at Sun Wen, many reporters looked at each other, and some didn't know what Sun Wen was doing.

Completely incomprehensible.

"Actually, the world is very slow."

"The wind is slow, too..."

"The rain is slow..."

"But you are too anxious, when you really calm down, look, listen, maybe you will see a new side of the world."

Sun Wen said with a smile, his voice soft, and then looked at the reporter who asked the first question: "Are your cameras all turned on?" ”

The reporter couldn't speak, his face was full of horror, and he just nodded instinctively.

"Is it live?"

Sun Wen asked again.

The reporter nodded again.

"That's good."

Sun Wen smiled with satisfaction.

Just as everyone was watching, Sun Wen suddenly raised his hand, and at the cuff, a dagger slipped down and was tightly grasped by him.

The aura surrounding his body quickly dissipated at this moment, and even the aura that circulated on its own in his body stagnated for a moment.

And then...

In the shocked eyes of all the reporters, Sun Wen frankly inserted the dagger into his heart and completely submerged it.

Blood poured down the dagger.

"I always have to give everyone an explanation..."

"I took your stake for a year, and now... This apology, you... Satisfied? ”

"How offensive..."

"I'm sorry..."

Sun Wen didn't even look at the injury in his heart, and bowed seriously to the camera.

As the amplitude of action increases, the blood flows out faster and faster.