At night, Qingjing City ten years ago is still very prosperous. The neon lights of the city are shining brightly, the noise of cars is passing by quickly, and people can be seen everywhere on the streets, in the buildings and in the parks.
Chuochao, everything seems so easy-going, calm, and comfortable.
Under the waxy streetlight, the figure was stretched diagonally. He was walking slowly, and in his right hand, he was holding a dark, shiny touch-screen mobile phone.
In 2030, touch-screen mobile phones have already become popular in China. You can see some young men and women holding Apples everywhere. The touch-screen mobile phone in his hand does not look too inconspicuous.
"Can I really fight back?"
Ye Ming lowered his head, his sharp eyes trained over the years scanned the phone, and a look of confusion flashed across his face.
Inadvertently, Ye Ming turned out the 'phone book' in his hand, and even more unintentionally, he pressed the number of one of them by accident.
What is shocking is that the call actually went through!
Making calls on a mobile phone is a matter of course and has never been normal. But the point is, this mobile phone is the one I brought back ten years ago!
Ten years ago, the phone call was made ten years later. What is this concept?
Everything is so weird and unpredictable, but something that no one would believe happened to Ye Ming.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ming slowly opened the keyboard, entered a line of numbers, and waited for the call to be connected.
After a while, a colorful ringtone rang on the phone. The colorful ringtone was like thunder, making Ye Ming's heart, which could not calm down, jump.
"Hello."
A low voice, mixed with a bit of decadence, suddenly rang from the phone.
pass!
"Is it...Zhao Weilong?" Although Ye Ming could hear Zhao Weilong's voice, he still wasn't sure and asked tremblingly.
"Yes, I am Zhao Weilong, who are you?" On the other end of the phone, Zhao Weilong seemed to have taken a sip of wine and continued to say decadently.
"I am Ye Ming." Taking a deep breath, Ye Ming said slowly.
Zhao Weilong smiled and said: "It turns out to be Ye Ming. I saw a guy killed by a bomb on TV the day before yesterday, also named Ye Ming. I thought it was you. I was scared to death."
Ye Ming paused for a moment and didn't react until Zhao Weilong called him.
Thinking of the guy who was known as the 'Lottery King' but had never won a big prize, Ye Ming suddenly felt excited and said softly: "Weilong, take good care of yourself."
"Ye Ming, what did you say?"
"Hey...hey..."
Zhao Weilong's confused voice came from the other end of the phone. Ye Ming smiled slightly and gently pressed the red touch screen button on the phone.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ming suppressed his excitement and waited on the spot.
"Hurry up, catch her, don't let her escape!"
"Fuck, hurry up and catch up, why do I feed you?"
Within a moment, a woman ran out in panic from a dark street corner. Her face was full of panic, her eyes were full of fear, and her clothes were torn into several pieces on her frail and delicate body, which was dark.
His hair was a little messy, and there was a purple bruise on his arm.
As the woman appeared, a low roar also came out.
This roar was made by several shirtless young men. They all held sticks in their hands. There were four of them in total. They all had tattoos on their backs. They looked so ferocious when illuminated by the street lights.
Even though he had experienced such a scene, Ye Ming still felt a slight pain in his heart when he saw the panic look on the woman's face.
"Help! Help!!"
The woman looked around in fear for help. At this time, there were scattered pedestrians walking on the road. When they heard the sound, when they saw the four young people, there was a trace of helplessness and fear in their eyes.
Then he turned and left.
Seeing this, the woman was completely desperate. She ran to the edge of the bridge, glanced desperately at the four people behind her, gritted her teeth, tears streaming from her eyes, turned around, and was about to jump off the Qingjiang River.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came into my ears.
"etc."
The woman's body trembled, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw. She quickly turned her head to look. When she saw the person in front of her clearly, she paused and said with some surprise: "Is it you?"
Ye Ming smiled and nodded, and said to her: "Didn't I tell you to call me if anything happens?"
Wang Qingya was startled, her eyes showing a trace of apology.
She was very beautiful, and many men had approached her in this way. Although she politely wrote down the phone numbers they automatically handed her, she would delete them in the end, including the man in front of her.
"I...I dropped my phone." Wang Qingya lowered her head and said hesitantly.
"Is it?"
Ye Ming glanced at Wang Qingya, gently pulled her behind him, and said lightly: "Leave it to me next."
Looking at the four young people, Ye Ming thought to himself: "Qingya, ten years ago, I was cowardly and spineless. Although I saved you in the end, I still got you injured. If I come back again, I won't be like that."
Everything was very real, everything was like that. Only Ye Ming himself knew that what he experienced were two different times and spaces.
"Boy, hand over the woman behind you." Seeing Ye Ming standing in front of Wang Qingya, a yellow-haired young man at the front said.
"I'll give you one minute to get out of my sight." Ye Ming's sharp eyes swept across the four people and said indifferently.
Seeing Ye Ming like this, the four of them suddenly felt a little chilly. They didn't know that in ten years, Ye Ming had learned nothing but one thing, and that was fighting.
"Brother, you can't protect that woman. We are members of the Yulian Gang in the Southeast District. We should be more sensible and leave as soon as possible." Another young man who was a little older, close to thirty, seemed to feel Ye Ming's feelings.
It was unusual, and his tone was also slower.
"There's still half a minute." Ye Ming glanced at the four people, his tone already indifferent.
"court death!"
The four of them looked at each other and immediately said that the stick was coming to hit Ye Ming.
A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Ming's mouth, and he grabbed the person in front of him on the left. His powerful palm made him scream. Then he rotated his body and used the stick in the captured person's hand to resist the blow from the other person. He raised his steps and
He kicked one of them on the chin with a bang, knocking him unconscious.
After knocking down one person, Ye Ming did not stop. At the moment when the other three were stunned, he punched out like lightning. The yellow-haired young man blocked it with his right hand, but he felt a tightness in his chest, and the sole of his foot landed on it without knowing when.
, and then, the extremely strong impact made him fall back several meters, fell to the ground, and almost suffocated.
The other two people saw that Ye Ming was so agile, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, they shouted loudly, and smashed at Ye Ming at the same time.
Ye Ming did not blink. At the moment when the two sticks were swung, he stretched out his hands like lightning and grabbed the wrists of the two men. At the same time, he raised his right foot and kicked the man on the right in the face, knocking him to the ground.
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The last person wanted to attack Ye Ming's head, but Ye Ming bent down to avoid the blow, grabbed the person's hair, and slammed it on his knees.
In less than three minutes, four people were eliminated.
For Ye Ming, he would not pay attention to such small and medium-sized minions at all. Before his rebirth, when the guilds were fighting, he would always rush to the front and fight to the death.
Wang Qingya looked at Ye Ming blankly, her delicate eyes full of surprise.
"Ye Ming, are you okay?" Wang Qingya asked worriedly when Ye Ming looked towards her.
"fine."
Ye Ming glanced at Wang Qingya lovingly, suddenly took her hand and pulled her to his side.
Wang Qingya's face turned red. Although Ye Ming saved her, he still hadn't reached the point of committing himself to her. She couldn't help but said in panic: "You...what are you doing?"
"Look at you, aren't you paying attention?"
Ye Ming's voice was very gentle. He took out a small box of potion from his pocket, dipped some cotton ball in it, and gently applied it to Wang Qingya's bruised arm.
Looking at his focused expression and movements, Wang Qingya was suddenly in a trance. At this moment, she suddenly felt that Ye Ming owed her this, and this was what she should be doing.
Immediately, Wang Qingya woke up, secretly cursing herself for having no conscience, and at the same time secretly looking at Ye Ming.
With a straight nose, thick black eyebrows, narrow eyes, and a delicate face, Ye Ming is not very handsome, but he is extremely delicate, which makes people feel like they are shining brightly.
"Does it hurt?" At this moment, Ye Ming suddenly raised his head and asked.
Wang Qingya was startled, her face suddenly felt a little hot, she quickly looked away, and said in a panic: "It's... not bad."
Ye Ming wiped Wang Qingya again, and finally put a band-aid on it, and said softly: "Be careful in the future, there are some places that women are not allowed to go to, you know?"
Wang Qingya pursed her lips and said: "I...I didn't mean to go to that place, I was..."
"I know."
Before she could finish speaking, Ye Ming said with a smile: "Remember my phone number. If you need anything in the future, please call me. Remember, you must call me."
Looking at Ye Ming's resolute face, Wang Qingya nodded involuntarily.
"Let's go, I'll take you home."
"Um."
Under the dim street lights, two figures stretched diagonally. Ten years ago, they were like this, and ten years later, they are still like this. It's just that the process has undergone some changes.
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