In the already dry city of Yanjing, all kinds of eye-catching black and white meat strands quickly appeared.
Perhaps for those dead houses in Beipiao who live in dark and stuffy basements, this beautiful scenery is the only benefit in summer.
In the forest.
The thick branches and leaves carve the scorching sunlight into beautiful light spots that spread all over the ground, warm but not dazzling.
A black shadow stood in front of the tombstone like an iron tower, motionless.
On the left is a half-broken sword, and on the right is a pitch-black spear that is 1.8 meters long. Under the light of the light spots, it is particularly dazzling.
He was holding two bottles of wine, good wine, and his eyes that were cloudy and dull in the past seemed extremely clear now, as if he was about to do something extremely great.
His surname is Qiu and his first name is Fei.
Nicknamed No. 2 in the world.
He was taught by Wan Hai and carried forward by Chen Yifei.
Not to mention that storytellers thirty years later will remember the general trend of Yanjing today, even now, few people pay special attention to his existence.
But this is not important, at least to Qiu Fei, he never cares about these things, but it cannot be denied that in the past five years of Yanjing history, Qiu Fei, the only three of the younger generation in China, has stepped into the broken mirror. One of the most powerful men in the world, he witnessed everything and got involved with one foot.
Chen Yifei, a man destined to be written into the annals of Yanjing history and with mixed praise and criticism from the outside world, only had Qiu Fei by his side throughout his life.
Some people do not need to be familiar to the public, but their historical status will never be reduced because of this.
Snap.
After knocking off the spout of the pot, Qiu Fei took a big gulp of strong wine. A strange blush appeared on his pale and dull face. He stared at the tombstone and grinned: "I'm here to see you."
Didi didi.
Another pot of wine was poured in front of the tombstone. Qiu Fei took another sip and said slowly: "The battle at Jiufeng that you and I were looking forward to together may not happen again."
Some things are expected because their existence needs to be looked up to.
But once you step into this ranks, it is just as ordinary as eating and sleeping.
Qiu Fei thought that the superior Lin Tianwang only regarded the so-called Battle of Jiufeng as something to talk about after dinner.
It's not that Qiu Fei doesn't look forward to the recurrence of the Battle of Jiufeng at all, but for him, given the current environment, it is no longer possible to repeat the Battle of Jiufeng.
Chen Yifei had given up a lot for him. Although these so-called sacrifices might seem worthless to others, to Qiu Fei, they were already the most precious gifts in his life.
Therefore, he will also do something for Chen Yifei.
For example, to keep something that he would rather die than protect.
Toot toot.
After finishing the pot of strong wine, Qiu Fei took a long breath, wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth, stared at the tombstone quietly, and said softly: "I'm going to do something first."
Buzzing.
With swords and guns in hand, Qiu Fei turned around resolutely and strode towards the prosperous city.
…
Bai Twelve sat firmly at the table, and the news he wanted to hear kept coming.
Although it was just preparatory work, it was still good news for him.
A newly elected president, a young man who travels among the world's major leaders, with just a light punch, he achieved better results than expected. Bai Twelve thought to himself: "Wan Jun, I can do it." Not bad, isn’t it.”
There is an old man standing in the study room.
Dressed in green clothes, with a face like an ancient tree, he is so old that he has a simple taste.
He didn't say anything or be humble, he just stood calmly in front of Bai Twelve without saying a word.
The Green Goblin is back.
Return to the Bai family, and return to Bai Twelve.
Lin Tianwang's blow shattered his eighty-year-old pride, but he was already old, so old that he didn't know where else to go except the Bai family.
In addition, he had always had a good impression of Bai Twelve, so he stayed and occasionally stayed in the study with this young master who was so powerful that he looked up to him.
"You owe my grandpa a favor." Bai Twelve took a sip of tea and asked, raising his head slightly.
"Yeah." The Green Goblin nodded slightly.
He owes Mr. Bai a favor, so he has been repaying the debt. Favor debts are always the hardest to repay, but the easiest to owe. They are far less clear-cut and clearly marked than money debts.
"Have you paid it off?" Bai Twelve didn't ask what kind of debt he owed or why he owed it. He didn't care and it was not convenient to ask.
The Green Goblin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile strangely: "The master has left. Is there any point in paying back the debt?"
Bai Twelve smiled.
The Green Goblin is right. Grandpa is gone. Whether this favor is repaid or not is meaningless.
The Green Goblin is a straightforward person. What he owes is Mr. Bai. Even if he doesn't pay back, this favor will disappear.
Of course Bai Twelve understood what the Green Goblin meant, so he simply stopped asking any more questions.
"If you feel that living in the Bai family is quite comfortable, then you can stay here and take care of yourself in old age." Bai Twelve said with a smile.
The Green Goblin nodded lightly: "That's exactly what I meant."
Bai Twelve was still not bad in some respects. He left the Green Goblin alone without even thinking about asking the Green Goblin to help him.
No need either.
The Green Goblin has been lonely all his life. Apart from his decent martial arts value, what else does Bai Twelve care about?
But that body may look good to others, or even have a very strong force value, but in Bai Twelve's eyes, it's actually nothing.
He said these words and kept him warmly just because he had a relationship with his grandfather and was an elderly man.
"You have guests." The Green Goblin said without warning.
"Yeah." Bai Twelve chuckled and nodded, "I've been here for a while."
The Green Goblin raised his eyebrows with emotion.
He had just discovered that the peerless strong man in his early thirties who had stepped into the Broken Mirror and reached the pinnacle had already known that there was an uninvited guest outside the door.
"I'll do it." Green Goblin asked calmly.
Staying in one place requires more or less doing something, which is in line with the Green Goblin's values.
Bai Twelve smiled and shook his head: "I'll leave you here, I don't need you to do anything."
When the Green Goblin heard this, he just nodded lightly, but his heart was like a bright mirror.
Bai Twelve said this just because he didn't want to hurt the Green Goblin's self-esteem.
The Green Goblin can't fight the people outside the door.
Both Green Goblin and Bai Twelve are very clear about this.
Even, in Bai Twelve's view, the uninvited guest outside the door was the most powerful peerless expert he had ever encountered in his life, at least one level higher than Lin Ze back then.
Putting aside his thoughts, the Green Goblin slowly turned around and walked steadily towards the door.
Creak.
He opened the door and saw the man in black standing at the door.
His face was like a zombie, stiff and stiff, but his eyes were full of energy, which was particularly astonishing.
This is the second young man the Green Goblin has ever seen who can control himself with just his aura. The Green Goblin sighed deeply in his heart.
In this era, we really no longer belong to ourselves.
