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87. Chapter 87 【030】Long Zhutian is strange

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Yang Zimei sat on the back seat of Ming Gang's bicycle, Ming Gang's breath full of sweat but not unpleasant lingering in his nose.

She looked up at his slender back, watching the evening breeze blowing his black hair, overlapping with the memories of his previous life, like a dream.

Min Gang suddenly sang happily, it was the song "Bicycle Lovers" by Hou Xian:

"Seventeen-year-old Bicycle and I

The round dance cycle is very Mozart

There is still a river of love in my mind

Uphill and downhill in pursuit

A bit of Hugo’s passage twists and turns

After class bell, I fantasize about only Mr. Slow motion

Apple is busy cooperating with the centrifugal force code

The answer to who is the passenger in the tail seat is still tug-of-war.

Single Puccini's aria tragic choice

I cut my back into a window paper and stick it on my heart. I like to copy your desk..."

His voice was beautiful and full of energy and passion. Yang Zimei was fascinated by it.

At this time, a black Hummer H6, a rare sight in City A, was running in the driveway——

Sitting in the car were Long Zhutian dressed in black and Zhuge Lang, a handsome man dressed in white.

Zhuge Lang looked outside boredly, his eyes falling on the pair of boys and girls who were only fifteen or sixteen years old on the bicycle path.

The boys are sunny and energetic, the girls are delicate and soft, with fluttering white skirts.

"Wow, I really miss the good old days when I was in middle school and kidnapping girls on bicycles." Zhuge Lang couldn't help but sigh at the beautiful scene in front of him.

Long Zhutian, who was driving, glanced slightly sideways.

The girl was sitting on a bicycle with her back facing him, with a slender waist, black hair raised, and a fluttering white skirt. She was swaying her white feet slightly, while the young man had a happy face, full of youthful tension.

His black eyes darkened slightly, and there was an imperceptible sense of loss in his eyes.

Unlike Zhuge Lang, he has a normal growth trajectory.

He did not have an era of white clothes, only black whirlpools.

"Looking at the gloomy look in your eyes, are you feeling disappointed?" Zhuge Lang caught the rare gloominess in his eyes and teased.

Long Zhutian ignored him, turned his gaze away from the pair of young men, and continued to stare ahead, his thin lips as sharp as a knife pursed slightly.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, turned the steering wheel in his hand, parked the car on the side of the road, pushed open the door, got out of the car, and suddenly ran with his long and strong legs at a speed of 100 meters.

Like lightning, passers-by only felt a black shadow flash before their eyes.

Zhuge Lang was stunned.

He couldn't understand why Long Zhutian, who had always been calm, suddenly acted like this. Did he meet his enemy?

He turned around and went out to take a look, only to find that the direction Long Zhutian was running towards was the boy and girl on the bicycle.

Isn't he too jealous of other people's beauty and wants to destroy it?

Zhuge Lang was embarrassed.

Min Gang was pedaling vigorously on his bicycle when suddenly, a ghost-like black figure stood in front of him, like a Shura god emerging from the ground.

He braked quickly, put his feet on the ground, and looked at the strange man in front of him in a black shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes with confusion. He felt that he was like an eagle in the night, cold, aloof, and powerful, exuding a sense of loneliness.

It is a strength that defies heaven and earth.

Yang Zimei, who was indulging in some beautiful feelings, was also startled. He raised his head and met Long Zhutian's narrow, sharp black eyes, as if he had been swallowed by the night.

The man in front of me looks so familiar!

He is almost 1.9 meters tall, tall but not rough, with shiny black vertical hair, slanting sword eyebrows, sharp and narrow black eyes, thin and slightly pursed lips, and clear outlines as if carefully carved by a carver.

He stood quietly in front of the bicycle, and the aura around him seemed to be frozen, making him feel depressed and suffocating.

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