"Tsk, tsk, Boss Sha is interested in that girl?" The Iron Law team member waiting outside whispered quietly and looked into the ward in surprise.
"Bullshit, who wouldn't be interested in such a beautiful woman? Boss Sha has been holding back for so many years. It's rare for a woman to throw himself into his arms. It's the problem if he doesn't show interest."
"Hey, that's right. I would be tempted too. That girl is quite pretty."
"What kind of courtyard flower is it said to be?"
"Really? Let me see again..."
"Shut up!" Pei Qiu, who hurried over quickly, glanced at them coldly, and happened to meet Sha Lang walking out of the ward. "Do you really want to leave?"
"Can't wait." Sha Lang said without any nonsense, "Are the tickets ready?"
"Here." Pei Qiu didn't hesitate and handed over the ticket directly: "The train will leave in three hours and we will arrive in Ningxia before dark. There are thousands of people there to receive you and will send you directly across the border.
"
Shalang looked at the ticket and thanked him casually: "Tell Uncle Li that I'm leaving."
"Don't think too much about family matters, we will take care of them. On the other hand, there has been no news from Outer Mongolia for two months. Even the Qianmu troops don't know what happened. Uncle Li was nailed to the front line by the Black Alliance. Xin Guo
He Qinsi couldn't get away either, otherwise he would have gone to Outer Mongolia long ago.
However, it is said that Brother Cheng came back in person more than a month ago to look for Yaya and Fang Zhongshou. Not long after, he sent another message, asking Commander Yang Jing to rush to Outer Mongolia immediately. I think the situation must be very critical, otherwise Cheng
Brother will not summon all the door gods one after another to rush to Outer Mongolia.
So far, all the eight tribes have gathered in Outer Mongolia. Brother Cheng has not left anyone at home. What does it mean?
So... be careful on the road, Qianmu will send someone to escort you."
When Sha Lang was about to say that there was no need, Pei Qiu added: "As far as I know, there are more than fifteen royal forces gathered in Outer Mongolia, as well as many human emperors and quasi-emperors, so be careful!"
Sha Lang stopped talking and patted Pei Qiu on the shoulder to thank him again. Old brothers are old brothers. They all understand each other's mood and temperament. Instead of blocking them, they started to prepare the itinerary.
Wearing a big-brimmed hat, casual clothes, and carrying a luggage bag, Shalang disguised himself as a backpacker and rushed to the train station alone. Since it was still early, he found a bench and sat down to wait, casually looking at the passing passengers.
, the brain is immersed in self-consciousness.
A year and a half! Eighteen months! A whole eighteen months.
Shalang was in a daze, and his indifferent expression was filled with a bitterness that only he could understand.
Eighteen months! How many "eighteen"s can be consumed in a person's lifetime, and how many "eighteens" can be wasted!
Since the development of Tianmen, it has become strong and mature. The various gate gods, gate generals, and even major disciples who stand in it are all trying their best to improve their strength and do their best to become stronger. This is not just for the so-called
The ranking, the so-called title, is for the eternal dream in each other's hearts, "Tianmen", and also for the competitiveness of men.
And I... I am already slightly behind others, and I am often criticized by others. Eighteen months... is so precious and crucial to me! But I am lying on the hospital bed, unconscious in the darkness.
, eighteen months, motionless, eighteen months, silent and quiet.
He did not regret the madness that day. If his strength were to repeat itself, his decision would still not change bit by bit. His soul hesitated slightly. For Brother Cheng, he was willing to give everything, even his life. This is what he said
The meaning of living in this world, the coordinates of life.
But...strength...
Shalang clenched his hands tightly, his taut muscle lines snaked around his arms and wrists like small snakes, and his unfocused eyes flashed with anxiety.
Strength, something he longed for so much.
Because of the expectant look in Brother Cheng's eyes, because of the hot title of 'Captain of the Guards', and because of the glory that other generals are gradually rising to, Shalang's emotion of 'desire' exceeds that of anyone else.
How to achieve a leap-forward improvement in strength? How to reach the high-level gold level? Shalang forced his heart to calm down, forced his soul to calm down, and looked at the endless flow of people at the station in a hazy sight.
…silence…silent silence…
I vaguely remember that in the dark abyss during the coma, countless messy scenes once appeared; I vaguely remember that in the drowsiness during the coma, I once had the vague feeling of fleeing from a bloody battle; in turn, I remember that in the hazy space during the coma, I once felt suffocated.
The pain like death, the despair of dying struggle, the fear of endless escape, and the loneliness and calmness of being in endless darkness...the calmness of an eternal pool...
I vaguely remember that during the eighteen months of coma, I was sinking in darkness and wandering in boundlessness, like myself in another world, experiencing a lot and feeling a lot.
The eighteen months in a coma are like the eighteen spring and autumn years of life, too many things have happened; it is also like the rebirth of life, from childhood to young adulthood, too many things have been experienced. Is this reliving history?
Or is life re-enacted?
However, when I opened my eyes, the already blurry picture became even hazier, and all the insights, experiences and pictures during the period seemed to be deposited in the depths of my mind forever.
If... pull them out of memory...
If...bring them back to reality...
if……
Can you extract some enlightenment from it? Can you find new inspiration from it? Can you find a meeting point for leaping forward in strength? Can you sublimate your mind?
Maybe...it's really...ok...
Sha Lang is known as the "Evil Heart Flea", evil, cold-blooded, arrogant, and withdrawn. Others know this temperament, and he himself knows it, but after following Di Cheng for seven or eight years, he has been influenced by his ears and eyes, and he has experienced it personally.
He is undergoing a silent transformation, and is also growing and improving step by step. The most important point is that he also calms down to think seriously and experience it!
Memory! Memory!
Sha Lang gradually forgot the surrounding scenes, and gradually immersed himself in the depths of consciousness, looking for the lost bits and pieces, looking for the forgotten haze. Over the past eighteen months, Yang Jing, Xi Yuhuang, Gu Ziwu, and Guan Ying were all captured by Di
Success has given him the opportunity to transform. Shalang didn't have that time, but he could create opportunities for himself.
Like now!!
I have to say that in the silence at this moment, Sha Lang did the right thing!!
Although many of the messy fragments in the coma are very messy, it is very likely that there is really a sense of strength in them. After all, the moment he fell, the moment he fell into coma, he was in a desperate period of life and death, and was in an extreme desire for speed and strength.
stage.
If you can capture the essence from it, perhaps this 'opportunity' will be more wonderful than what Di Cheng gave to Gu Ziwu and the others! Because this is his own perception, and everything comes from him, Shalang himself.
The improvement of strength is not simply a breakthrough in physical limits. Sometimes... enlightenment... is also a breakthrough...
After an unknown amount of time, a clear announcement sounded in the lobby, and people waiting around started to get up one after another, making the already noisy station even more noisy.
Shalang slowly recovered from his daze, looked at the clock hanging at the entrance, and then looked at the ticket in his hand. It turned out that it was almost time. He moved his stiff body and looked at his legs. Shalang was slightly dazed.
A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, a slightly subtle smile that was unclear and hard to guess.
It's time to go! Shalang threw up his backpack, lazily picked up his pockets and walked towards the crowd, moving forward in line.
At various entrances and exits, passengers arriving at the station got off the bus and walked out, and passengers on the bus queued up to check their tickets. The crowds were chaotic and noisy. For many years, Shalang had not had such activities as ordinary people. It was somewhat novel, and they looked around casually.
The crowd looked at the handsome guys, the beauties, the couples, and the relatives, which was a bit of fun.
"Please put the ticket into the ticket inspection gate." The beautiful ticket inspector smiled and said: Shalang whistled, teased, and put the ticket into the ticket inspection gate. But just when he was about to pass the card, his brows suddenly wrinkled.
Next, his eyes swayed slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look not far away. There was the station exit, and arriving passengers were queuing up to enter the waiting hall.
Sha Lang's eyes were fixed on one of the men. He was also wearing a sportswear and a large-brimmed hat. He was also dressed as a tourist. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his back... seemed familiar!!
"Sir? Please go this way." The beautiful ticket inspector politely reminded Shalang.
Sha Lang stared at the departing figure, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter, as if he had really seen that person before! It wasn't the familiarity of a friend or brother, but...
"gentlemen?"
"Oh, sorry." Shalang took the inspected ticket and passed the ticket gate.
"You're welcome, next one."
Shalang casually put the train ticket into his pocket and walked to the platform with his backpack on his back, not intending to make any random guesses. But after walking a few steps, the doubts in his heart were not suppressed, but became more intense.
Turning around and looking back again, the familiar stranger had already walked into the crowd. From this angle, half of his face could be seen. Strange! Still strange! Sha Lang was sure that he had never seen this person before, but for some reason, his heart suddenly felt
A bit of vigilance appears!
Is it neurosis, or...
Shalang wanted to continue walking to the platform, but at the moment he took the step, he turned around decisively, jumped out from the ticket inspection platform, and walked quickly towards the crowd amidst the call of the ticket inspector and the surprised eyes of the passengers.
PS: It will break out tomorrow!
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