"I've been here, I'm very good, and I'm leaving! Brother, you have to take good care of Xiaoyue."
These were the last words a 10-year-old child said to Shangguan Wudao before he died. He had no name. He was the twin brother of Shangguan Wudao who was unknown to outsiders. He was also the son that Shangguan Qingyun secretly cultivated with great efforts.
, he uses the same name as Shangguan Wudao and does the same thing. But in every aspect, he is much better than Shangguan Wudao. Unfortunately, God is jealous of Yingcai. When he was 10 years old, he unfortunately got a terminal illness.
He never shed a tear, fearing that his relatives would be sad. During chemotherapy and surgery, he always said it didn't hurt, until his life streaked across the sky like a shooting star.
He didn't feel any pain, but it hurt the living Shangguan Wudao's heart.
When Shangguan Wudao got closer to Yan Xiaolan, he unexpectedly smelled a familiar smell, which was unique to his younger brother. There are no two identical leaves in the world, but there are two identical smells, which made Shangguan
Wu Dao was a little surprised, and couldn't help but paused as he put his hand around Yan Xiaolan's thin waist.
"Being able to fasten your seat belt is definitely the greatest honor in my life!"
After a while, Shangguan Wudao quickly pulled the seat belt behind Yan Xiaolan forward with both hands, and then fastened it for her in a hurry.
Shangguan Wudao suddenly became polite, which made Yan Xiaolan feel a little uncomfortable.
"Damn it, I didn't wear a seat belt, I thought he was going to,,, I was worried and nervous for nothing, I fainted!" Yan Xiaolan's shame and anger were far greater than her discomfort.
At this moment, she wished so much that a hole would appear out of thin air in front of her, allowing her to crawl into it and never come out again. But the reality was that there was no hole in front of her to drill into. So, she had no choice but to bury her head and watch her whole body.
Looks like a hedgehog.
After the two were silent for a while, Shangguan Wudao stretched out his hand and pulled the flexible device. The car left the spot with a roar. Yan Xiaolan's reaction was a little slow, and her body instinctively leaned back. At this speed, Yan Xiaolan
Rare to see.
Things always happen by chance and unexpectedly. When Pagani Son of the Wind stopped in a square, Yan Xiaolan regretted getting on the bus. Because, she saw a group of people fighting, or a group of people, not far from the car.
A massacre, a massacre centered on a woman. Although the car window blocked the sound of dying, Yan Xiaolan still felt the blood.
That woman turned out to be the subordinate who appeared like a ghost in the VIP 999 presidential suite that night in the Diamond World, summoned by Shangguan Wudao with a snap of his fingers.
Thinking about this series of events in series, Yan Xiaolan's nerves gradually began to become confused and confused.
Not far away, in the air filled with the smell of death, a woman's white clothes were fluttering, with a peerless face that, in Yan Xiaolan's opinion, could not be described in words. But the knife in her hand was like her facial expression.
Just as ruthless.
Every time the woman in white swung her sword, someone would fall down in that graceful arc, and blood would spatter on the spot. Seeing the woman in white's opponents fall one after another, Yan Xiaolan's heart almost stopped beating.
"Death, it turns out that it is so close to me." Yan Xiaolan said to herself, a feeling of compassion lingering in her heart, gradually replacing the fear.
"Stay in the car and wait for me!" Shangguan Wudao ignored Yan Xiaolan's shock. After saying something, he got out of the car without waiting for Yan Xiaolan's reply.
Yan Xiaolan nestled in the car, staring intently at the direction Shangguan Wudao was walking. She saw the domineering, indifferent, arrogant, conceited, and vicissitudes emanating from him.