The palms in Bi'an's sleeves have become bloody.
Patience is never easy, is it
The simple conversation between Tang Ling and Tang Long was over. All that was left was that the two of them would sign a life and death contract together, set the rules, and start the life and death table game.
Now that it has been explained, there is no need to stop.
Tang Long continued to move forward and passed Tang Ling on the other side.
"The other side" Tang Ling took a step forward.
The wind lifted the hair on the other side and caressed Tang Ling's body, but not a single eye contact occurred.
"Brother, let's go. It seems like things have gotten serious." Han Xing couldn't help but smile bitterly, suddenly feeling that he was really far away from the top.
How can two truly top young men like Tang Ling and Tang Long, once they meet, such a shocking spark will bloom? !
Talking and laughing freely, all the talented young people were trapped in the game, and no one felt that they shouldn't.
Why? Just because they are Tang Ling and Tang Long.
Looking at the back of the other side, Tang Ling turned around sadly.
But at this moment, Bian An, who was walking behind Tang Long, turned back and his eyes fell on Tang Ling's back, his eyes filled with countless longings.
If the relationship is true, no matter how you endure it, there will be clues. After all, you still want to be wild, even if it is just a wild look.
It won't be long.
**
"A game that traps us in the stage of life and death? Isn't it too arrogant?" At this time, the "Dream Guest" restaurant in the Port of Darkness.
A young man whose clothes looked like they were worth a lot of money was shouting angrily.
Around him, sitting or standing, more than thirty teenagers had gathered scatteredly.
Facing the young man who spoke, some had expressionless faces, some had playful eyes, and some had a trace of ridicule directly from the corners of their mouths.
But no one contradicted him because it made no sense.
Mengke Restaurant is closed today.
Because a mysterious person booked the place, Qing Gu, the always strong and self-centered proprietress, did not refuse and decisively agreed.
At this time, she was sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the bar on the first floor, holding a glass of bright red wine in her hand. She gently dipped the cherry in her hand into the wine, put it in her mouth and sipped it. There was a hint of reminiscence and joy hidden in her charming eyes. The sobriety that belongs to spectators.
The angry young man was still speaking fiercely, roughly meaning to join forces to slap Tang Ling and Tang Long in the face and make them realize their arrogance.
While he was talking, several young people walked into Mengke Restaurant from time to time.
After all, the matter has been fermenting for a day, and everyone who should receive the news has received it.
Gurlit also received the news, but he did not think that Tang Long or Tang Ling was arrogant. If there will eventually be a climber in this world, it will only happen among a limited number of people. Tang Long or Tang Ling Undoubtedly, they are all one of these limited number of people.
Why do we say that such people are arrogant? Can ordinary geniuses replicate the glory they have received and everything they have experienced? This is no longer a question of whether the force is strong, this is a comprehensive strength.
Gurlit has a clear understanding of this, but he is expected to follow Tang Ling? No, Tang Ling hasn't convinced him yet.
Gulit, full name Gulit. Beiqi.
An orphan, he was adopted by a mysterious figure in ancient China since he was a child. From the time he could remember, he was told that his destiny was to follow the descendants of a certain big shot.
Of course, this was the fate told to him by his master, but it was not a mandatory order from his master.
Gullit doesn’t believe in fate. What era is this? Do you still believe in the ancient prophecies? He wanted to carve his own name in this era, rather than leaving his name because of someone he followed.
Regarding his thoughts, Master just smiled and said nothing.
But as time goes by, despite Gullit's various dissatisfactions, this matter has been imprinted in his heart.
Then, the descendant of that big shot appeared - Tang Ling, the son of Tang Feng.
Then, like everyone born with an extraordinary mark, this Tang Ling appeared on the world and stirred up the world.
It's very powerful, Gullit admitted, but what does this have to do with him? These things will not give him any desire to follow.
I am a free and thoughtful person.
But I have to admit that the prophecy engraved in his bones since childhood made Gulit pay more attention to Tang Ling, and he had different and strange emotions.
However, he is not alone. As far as he knows, there are three other guys who have the same fate as him.
They are called Dongyang, Xifeng, and Nanyu respectively. Rather than being names, they are more like some kind of code names for destiny.
"One day, throw away the word "Beiqi" at the end. My fucking name is Gulit." Gulit still had such an indignant thought when he came to Mengke Restaurant.
In fact, even going to Mengke Restaurant, he thought it was ridiculous, just because of an inexplicable piece of news
This piece of news is spread among the slightly powerful teenagers in Dark Port in various ways, such as a note stuffed into the cracks of the door, or meeting a stranger by chance, who will tell you such a piece of news.
"The storm begins and Tang Ling and Tang Long open the stage of life and death. There must be a storm before sailing. Do you want to be a player in the storm? Go to Mengke Restaurant once, as long as you think you have the strength."
What bullshit? ! Gullit will not deny his strength at all, but what is this invitation
Gullit didn't plan to go, but he soon heard that so-and-so had gone, and so-and-so had also gone, and he couldn't help but be curious.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped into the restaurant, I heard a silly thing talking about self-righteous theories.
After shaking his braided head, Gurlit strode forward and grabbed the collar of the guy who was talking nonsense about Tang Ling and Tang Long.
"Hey, who are you? What nonsense are you saying here? Don't you know that you need qualifications to come here? The qualifications are young people with strength." Gullit spoke very rudely. He was always so direct. people.
Maybe he didn't want to follow Tang Ling, but as he thought before, it was not Tang Ling and Tang Long's turn to call people like them arrogant.
In the minds of truly top geniuses, if they think someone is arrogant or unconvinced, they will directly express it through actions.
Instead of speaking out loud somewhere and trying to unite everyone to resist the so-called arrogant people.
"Who the hell are you? Tang Ling or Tang Long's crazy admirer? Who has the ability to be a dog licker? Get your stinky hands off, my name is Frances, you can go and find out who I am in the Dark Who is Hong Kong?" How could that young man with such nonsense endure being ridiculed by Gullit? He grabbed Gullit's hand on his collar and tried to take it away while announcing his name.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move Gullit's hand away. Instead, he saw Gullit's expression of looking at a fool.
"Francis? What's your name? You won the title of Lord of Darkness several times in a row in the youth arena? What kind of bullshit is this?" Gullit was too lazy to talk nonsense. There are always idiots who sit in the well and look at the sky, not knowing how high the sky is.
He was a supporter of action. After saying this, he directly lifted Francis with one hand and threw it heavily to the ground.
'Bang', the entire Mengke Restaurant seemed to shake. Francis was hit hard to the ground, breaking the wooden floor on the ground and sinking under the wooden floor.
A large human-shaped pit was made on the originally smooth ground, and Gullit acted as if nothing had happened.
"Your temper is still so arrogant." Not far away, a young man carrying a spear and wearing an ancient Chinese double-breasted warrior uniform frowned in disgust.
Isn't this Dongyang who has the same fate as himself? In fact, the four unlucky people in the southeast and northwest knew each other.
Gurlitt shrugged noncommittally.
But at this time, a lazy, sweet, and charming voice came: "Little guy, are you here to cause destruction in my restaurant?"
"What a charming boss lady." Gulit praised sincerely, but his eyes were not obsessed. He was not a pervert Korean star, but Qinggu's reputation and hidden strength. Before setting off, Gulit listened to his master's explanation of darkness. He must show proper respect when he hears the man of the hour in Hong Kong.
"I will compensate. But I also want to protest. Can any trash come to this party? I think there are no more than fifty people in the entire Dark Harbor who are truly qualified to come here. After all, not all geniuses in the world Even though they are here, there are still some lucky guys, and someone will send them key resources even when they are lying down." Gullit complained.
Not far from the landlady, a girl with a hot figure and a phoenix-embroidered short robe said disdainfully: "Gulit, you still talk as much nonsense as ever."
"Well, just like your fiery temper remains unchanged forever, Xifeng." Gullit did not dare to show weakness.
"Haha." Qinggu laughed twice, and then said: "I am not the organizer of this party, but you also reminded me of something."
As soon as Qing Gu finished her words, Francis had climbed out of the human-shaped hole and shouted angrily: "That black guy with pigtails just now, get out of here. Let's go to the ring area now. I want to Kill you."
A trace of anger flashed in Gullit's eyes, calling himself a black guy? He was dead.
Dongyang and Xifeng looked like they were watching a good show. In an equally unnoticed corner, a sickly-looking young man also coughed.
But at this time, footsteps sounded again in the restaurant.
A young man with a tall and straight figure like a soldier, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and angular face, who looked at least ten years older than his actual age, walked into Mengke Restaurant.
He was wearing a black uniform with a silver feather on the chest. Behind him were eight teenagers wearing the same clothes.
"Francis, get out. You really have no right to be here." The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes spoke.
(End of chapter)