In the pet hospital, Grandpa Turtle, who lived longer than the elders, hid in the turtle shell and rolled out directly from the door of the office.
In the end, his body was still covered by a pile of clothes.
"Lord Long, calm down! I'll go buy something else..." Gui Qianyi begged for mercy in horror.
You obviously wear this style... If you don't like it, why send it... Let's be honest...
I saw Long Xiruo walking out fiercely with a frosty face, but heaved a sigh of relief, "Forget it, what do you think of Xiao Jiang's injury?"
Only then did Gui Qianyi stick out his head, and drilled out from under his dress, "Loss of blood... But thanks to the timely rescue, my lord, my life was saved. However, there is a strange toxin left on his body, and I am afraid he will wake up in a short time." not coming."
"I also found out that I was poisoned." Long Xiruo nodded and said: "But this kind of poison is very strange, I have never seen it before."
Kameichi also sighed and said: "I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen or heard of this toxin. I tried to extract this toxin by separating it, and found that it is probably several different kinds of poison mixed and mutated."
"It doesn't look like a means of chasing the wind." Long Xiruo said suddenly.
Gui Qian nodded and said, "Dislike is not a poison."
Long Xiruo subconsciously bit her fingernails and said: "It seems that there is something else... Now that Xiao Jiang is not awake, I know that the only thing I really think about is chasing the wind, but it's a pity that this guy has fallen into a demon."
Gui Qianyi said helplessly: "I think this kid is violent and perverted by nature, he has a strong self-esteem and acts very extreme. I talked with him a few times, and I only feel that his heart is full of resentment towards this world... To paraphrase the sayings of those Western scholars, It is the personality of society."
"It's just a demon." Long Xiruo shook her head, "Is there no news about the monster you sent to look for Zhuifeng?"
"No." Gui Qianyi shook his head, but at this moment he suddenly took out a bead from the turtle's shell, and said seriously: "My lord, can I borrow your real dragon's blood?"
Long Xiruo was taken aback, "I've lost all my demon power now, what use do you want my blood for?"
Gui Qianyi shook his head and said: "My lord, although you can't use any demonic power now, you feel that your body is no different from that of ordinary people. But the real dragon is born from this land, and the supreme and holy power of the blood of the real dragon is not It won't disappear. I want to borrow a drop of the real dragon's blood from you, my lord, to suppress all the evil spirits that I provoke when I use the technique of 'Heavenly Vision, Earth Hearing'."
Long Xiruo sighed and said: "You haven't used it for long, and if you use it again, your vitality will be seriously injured, your life..."
Gui Qianyi said indifferently: "Your Excellency had an agreement with this country. Although the matter of Xiangliu was finally fooled by the excuse of the change of the earth's crust that day, it may not have caught the attention of interested people, but it was just not. This pursuit If the wind is abnormal, in case a large number of human casualties are caused, the old man is afraid that you, my lord, will not be able to explain... After all, with your current situation, my lord, if you are exposed..."
Long Xiruo pondered for a moment, finally bit off her finger and gave Gui Qianyi a drop of blood.
After the blood fell into the bead on Gui Qianyi's hand, it burrowed into it and disappeared, while Gui Qianyi sat cross-legged on the ground, a golden light-like cover appeared around his body, covering him and Long Xiruo at the same time .
The sky sees and the earth hears... The sky has seen, the earth has heard, what you see and hear is the past and the present.
Gui Qianyi had used it once in Xiangliu's incident that day, so he learned that Long Xiruo was seriously injured and asked Sun Xiaosheng to go directly to get the monkey spirit wine that can restore his vitality.
At this time, light and shadows shot out from the magical bead, and one of the light and shadows was the hiding place of Zhui Feng.
"Backtracking, I want to know who did Xiao Jiang's hands." Long Xiruo frowned, and at the same time, recorded the place where Zhuifeng was hiding at this time.
Kame-Chien nodded, took a sharp breath, and slowly reversed the beads in his hands.
"Nini..."
A certain scene flashed by, and Long Xiruo frowned deeply. Before he had time to think about it, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't go back.
At this moment, Gui Qianyi's face paled in a daze, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bead fell directly from his hand.
"Kame Chiichi!"
"Old man... old man can't peek into the past..." Gui Qianyi fell to the ground, pale and weak: "something... cut off the hearing of the world. What I see is... the abyss..."
Gui Qianyi hit his head directly on the ground and remained motionless.
"Grandpa Turtle!!" Long Xiruo inevitably panicked, and rushed to call out the name that had not been called out for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Gui Qianyi shrank her neck at this moment, "Well, Master Long, you're on my palm..."
Commonly known as death without breath.
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But as long as you don't die, it's fine, the real dragon of Shenzhou laughed ugly, but ordered: "Tui Qianyi, next time, I will pull out your turtle shell!"
"The old man is not dead, but he is indeed seriously injured..."
Gui Qianyi was supported by Long Xiruo, but wrote a few words on the paper, then let the paper fly out, slipped out from the gap in the iron gate of the hospital, and finally delivered it to Guiying.
"There may be some strange power behind Zhuifeng protecting him, and this old man can't go back to the earlier things..." Gui Qianyi coughed and said, "But now that I know where he is, I have ordered Guiying... Cough cough, Next, we will wait for the result.”
Long Xiruo let out a sigh of relief, nodded her head, and supported Gui Qianyi to rest... but felt uncomfortable.
This reminded her of what she said in front of the shop that day.
What the boss said.
"What about the time? The time to find a way, the time to work hard, even the time lost by others to help, the effort used up by others... Yes, I don't deny that no matter who encounters difficulties, they may be able to find a solution after a period of time method, but what was wasted and what was paid...why doesn't Ms. Long count it?"
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Behind the city is turbulent... because there is another society that is unknown, the society of monsters.
But normal society is calm as usual.
This city is still full of traffic, people are rushing away, coming in a hurry, just to survive, and the goals in their hearts, such as fame and fortune.
Cheng Yiran looked out the window.
In the past few days, he has moved into Zhong Luochen's villa. But there were only the two of them in such a huge place... This man with unimaginable financial resources behind him didn't even have a servant in his family.
This man is even used to getting up on time and making himself a breakfast. This man is also used to sitting by the windowsill and reading in his spare time.
Watching Les Miserables.
Cheng Yiran found that this man spent most of his time at leisure.
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Cheng Yiran went downstairs and walked past Zhong Luochen in the living room. It looked darker here. He wanted some light, so he planned to open the curtains a little.
Zhong Luochen said suddenly, "Aren't you going to practice today?"
Zhong Luochen didn't look up.
Cheng Yiran didn't look at him either. After opening the curtains a little, he sat down on the sofa, picked up his guitar, and said calmly, "It doesn't matter if you practice or not, as long as it can make you feel better."
Zhong Luochen nodded briefly, and opened another page of "Les Miserables".
"Is this book interesting? I think you've been reading it." Cheng Yiran couldn't find a topic, so he looked at Zhong Luochen casually and asked.
Zhong Luochen read it quickly, as if he had already read a page at this time, he turned to another page, and said calmly, "Have you read it?"
Cheng Yiran sneered and said, "I used to run around for my livelihood, but later I worked hard for my dreams. Now that you are pulling me into the group, my life is turned upside down. Unlike you, who were born with everything, you can have this kind of leisure time."
"It's not like I have everything." Zhong Luochen turned a new page, "This story is quite interesting, you can read it too."
Cheng Yiran frowned and said, "What did you say?"
Zhong Luochen said softly, "A story about a thief."
Cheng Yiran replied simply, then stood up, put on the guitar on his back, and said calmly: "I'm a little bored, let's go for a walk."
At this moment, Zhong Luochen closed the book in his hand and stood up. He stopped Cheng Yiran and asked him to wait, then walked to the side drawer, took out a key, and threw it into Cheng Yiran's hand, "I think you will like it."
car keys.
This is a car that Chengyun drove back from outside yesterday.
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Running is the dream of most men. This has nothing to do with the industry, but with the degree.
The sound of the engine roaring like a beast can make people inexplicably rush to worship. Of course, it is only limited to those who drive.
Passers-by will probably only find it very noisy... Of course, those who appreciate the same will naturally not.
Cheng also found that this is actually very similar to the music genre he chose. In the eyes of many people, rock, especially the rock of some factions, is equivalent to noise for those who don't like it.
But no matter what, as Zhong Luochen said, he really likes this car, because it feels really good to drive, so that his depressed mood these days seems to have eased a lot.
He didn't seem to have anything to worry about, because everything was supported by Zhong Luochen's huge financial resources.
And from the conversation with the mysterious boss earlier, he also understood one thing, as long as he continued to use Zhong Luochen's financial resources, he would soon silence most people.
Seems like there's really nothing to worry about.
After running, he stopped at the place where Cheng Yiran lived at the beginning.
He got out of the car quietly, put on a hat, his head was down, he put on a windbreaker, he put on mirrorless glasses, and just walked out with his guitar on his back.
"Boss, have some fish ball noodles."
"okay."
It's still on this long street full of nightclubs and bars. This is the place where Cheng Yiran has spent the most time in this city... and here is also the place where he has eaten the most.
At that time, there were only him and Hong Guan, and they would work here after staying up late at night. For two people, two bottles of Harbin beer, you can have a full meal with a skewer.
He found that he couldn't get used to the food made by Zhong Luochen.
Despite their delicacy, they even possess flavors that can overwhelm the palate. But he still can't get used to it... just can't get used to it, and he can't get used to it for no reason.
Maybe that place is too silent.
But it was still afternoon, the nightclubs and bars on Dachang Street hadn't opened yet, and the whole street seemed quite deserted... Besides, it wasn't time to eat.
Sitting on the opposite table were a few little boys, the kind of students who skipped school early and came out and ran around. What they were talking about at this time was only about some games.
"Here, the fish ball noodles you want...have I seen you?" The boss who brought the bowl of noodles frowned and said.
"Really?" Cheng Yiran took disposable chopsticks and broke them apart, using them to stir the sauce in the bowl, he said, "It's not surprising to see it, boss, you set up a stall here every day, and you must see more people than me. "
The boss may be too busy at this time, so when he saw someone who seemed to be able to chat, he opened the small stool in front of the table and sat down, "Oh! I love to hear what you say. Uncle, I really meet a lot of people here! Men and women, rich and poor, infatuated and ruthless, whoring and selling, there are many!"
"That's good." Cheng Yiran smiled and said, "It must be very interesting."
"That's it!" Uncle grumbled, "I, Yudanqiang, have been selling fishballs here for so many years, through ups and downs, what weird things haven't happened to me?"
"Really?" Cheng Yiran mouthed his face, and was idle, "How strange?"
Yu Danqiang slapped the table and said, "Don't say anything else, do you know Cheng Yiran?"
"Is he famous?"
"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that you are playing music on your back, do you even know who Cheng Yiran is?" Yudan Qiang tsk tsk said: "He is the most popular person in the whole city right now, don't you really know? "
"Do you know him?" Cheng Yiran asked with a smile.
Yudan said forcefully: "I know him, but he doesn't. But let me tell you, this Cheng is also the person who ate fishballs at Uncle's place! Tsk tsk, before he became famous, I heard that he was Goofing around here."
Cheng Yiran didn't like the word dawdling, so he ate his noodles quietly at this time, without responding.
Yu Danqiang suddenly said: "Oh... have I really seen you somewhere? You look a bit like..."
"Like what?" Cheng Yiran frowned.
Yudan leaned forward, stared at it for a while and said, "It seems to be a guy I met one night."
"Really." Cheng Yiran lowered his head and sandwiched his face.
But Yudanqiang recalled: "Uncle, I got a windfall that night! A guy gave me the guy who was eating... Well, it looks similar to the one you are carrying, what kind of booger? Or Shellfish? Well, I said no anyway, so I can’t continue. Guess what? Let me tell you, that guy just left, and then another weird guy came, and he opened his mouth and said he bought the Beijing Division. Then He’s also a weirdo, Uncle, I offered a low price, but he didn’t take it seriously, so he insisted on asking me to set a high price, tsk tsk, I really don’t understand the world of rich people!”
"You... Do you remember the look of the man who bought the things?" Cheng Yiran asked suddenly.
Yudan was stunned for a while, frowning and thinking for a while, and said, "It seems... Hey, what does it look like? Strange, Uncle, my memory is not just a joke, I don't remember it?"
"I'm full." Cheng Yiran suddenly dropped his chopsticks, and quickly wrote a number on the banknote he took out, "Boss, if you meet the person who bought the bass next time, call me this number and tell me." .I'll make you another windfall."
"It's easy!" Yudan happily flicked the ten-yuan bill with the phone number written on it, but seeing that the customer had already got up and left, he was taken aback for a moment, patted his head and said, "Fuck, wait a minute!" , Did you ask me about this too? Before??"
At this time, a passerby suddenly exclaimed: "Is that Cheng Yiran? It's really Cheng Yiran!!"
Seeing several people chasing after that guy, Yudanqiang patted his head again, feeling that he might have missed a...
"Damn it! If I knew he was a big star, uncle, I would have charged 20 yuan a bowl!"
Missed ten bucks. 8