On the dim street, Di Lin and Shang Suxin walked side by side. The two walked not fast, but very steadily. When they reached a corner, Di Lin suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly. He stared straight at the bronze-skinned man.
Shang Suxin.
"I heard that you will continue hiking next." Di Lin asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Shang Suxin nodded slowly.
"Where are you going? Are you still going around in China?" Di Lin continued to ask.
"Going abroad." Shang Suxin smiled and said, "I have already visited the country once."
Di Lin's eyes lit up slightly: "Been to that mountain?"
"Gone." Shang Suxin smiled.
"How is it?" Di Lin asked.
"The master is at the foot of the mountain." Shang Su said meaningfully.
"Sure enough." Di Lin seemed to understand what Shang Suxin meant and smiled. "The master has already gone down the mountain."
"They never went up the mountain." Shang Suxin shook his head and said.
Masters never go up the mountain. Only masters who call themselves masters will happily climb up the mountain. It seems that only in this way they will appear taller. But real masters do not need to be recognized by others or nature.
recognition. Because in their eyes, the one who truly needs to transcend is never others, but themselves.
Di Lin was startled for a moment, then murmured to himself: "No wonder my father said that the mountain is in his heart, not there."
"Master uncle is right." Shang Suxin said with a smile. "That mountain is in my heart."
"I thought about killing you."
Suddenly, Di Lin changed the topic and became extremely cold.
"I know." Shang Suxin nodded lightly.
"You know?" Di Lin said unexpectedly.
"You and I both come from Miaomen. But now you are the young master of Shenhui. And I -" Shang Suxin pursed her lips slightly and said leisurely. "Father founded Longmen. There will always be a day when we meet in war."
"But I am not your opponent now." Di Lin seemed to feel slightly depressed thinking of his experience during this trip to China.
"My father praised Grandmaster Bon as a martial arts prodigy who even surpassed his master." Shang Suxin said very frankly.
"Father has always been my idol." Di Lin said very proudly when he mentioned the king Ditian.
"I have always admired my uncle." Shang Suxin said with a smile.
"When you travel abroad, you can visit my father." Di Lin said with a smile, but there was a hint of solemnity in his words.
"He will definitely come." Shang Suxin smiled and said, "Didn't you also visit my father?"
Di Lin laughed.
"If we say goodbye this time, we will be enemies in the future." Di Lin said solemnly.
"A good opponent is hard to come by." Shang Suxin smiled calmly. "The older generation has its own war, and we have ours."
"I'm looking forward to it." Di Lin's eyes glowed with heat.
"Why am I not?"
The two looked at each other and smiled, one turned to the left, the other to the right, parted ways, and have been at odds ever since.
Emperor Tian. Shang Tianya.
Two super strong men destined to shine in the silent era. They once launched a magnificent war, involving a wide range of things, and the fight was earth-shattering and earth-shattering. Now, their son is equally outstanding and stunning among the younger generation.
The characters will surely start a thrilling war in the near future.
Paranoid? Stubborn?
Perhaps an old enemy is more in line with their identity and relationship.
They have too many irreconcilable innate hostile factors. They can never become each other's friends. Even when they meet for the first time, even when they don't know each other, they still talk in a probing and provocative tone. Because
At the moment they were born, the family they lived in and everything they owned were contradictory to each other and could not coexist.
Just like at this moment, one of them goes left and the other goes right, and they will never take the same road.
This is the fate of them, the sons of Di Tian and Shang Tianya!
…
Yanjing.
Inside Zhuge Villa.
Zhuge Hongyu, who has bare snow-white feet and is dressed in the same snow-white gauze, gently stands on the exposed balcony watering flowers. Focus and seriousness are written on her perfect cheeks, and she patiently pours flowers that have been planted for many years.
hastily.
The moonlight poured down, covering her in a halo. Her black hair was like a waterfall, and she was slender and tall, all of which showed her independence and excellence to the world.
Dong Dong.
There was a gentle knock on the door. It was already late at night. Although she did not have the habit of going to bed early, no one dared to disturb her easily. Since her grandfather passed away, there was only one person who dared to knock on her door late at night.
Ouyang Feifei is recognized by the world as the spokesperson of Zhuge Villa.
"Come in."
Zhuge Hongyu put down the delicate kettle, took a warm towel from the railing on the side, gently wiped the water stains on his hands, then slowly turned around, moved out of the balcony, and sat on the sofa by the window.
Her legs are extremely beautiful. They are slender and straight, and not even a pore that affects their beauty can be found. They are as delicate as a piece of silk, and their tentacles are soft and smooth.
It was Ouyang Feifei who entered the room. She always wore the most standardized professional attire. This was her requirement for herself and what she must do in her position. She is not Zhuge Hongyu and cannot ignore the eyes of the world.
, she is the spokesperson of Zhuge Villa, and her words, deeds, and actions represent Zhuge Villa. She does not allow anyone to find loopholes in her dress and speech, and uses this to attack Zhuge Villa and the big boss who trusts her.
"There is news from Baicheng." Ouyang Feifei said no nonsense and went straight to the topic.
"What." Zhuge Hongyu picked up the cup of pure milk that was necessary before going to bed.
"Master Chu and Shang Suxin had a fight." Ouyang Feifei said clearly every word.
"What's the result?" Zhuge Hongyu frowned slightly and asked casually.
"A draw." Ouyang Feifei said.
"He has never lost." Zhuge Hongyu said.
Who is this him?
It could be Chu He or Shang Suxin. Ouyang Feifei didn't dare to guess.
"Cut off all contact with the merchant. Let the news out, and Zhuge Villa and Shang Suxin will no longer have anything to do with each other." Zhuge Hongyu said straightforwardly.
Ouyang Feifei was startled and couldn't help but puzzled: "Shang Suxin has always had a good relationship with Zhuge Villa. He also has some friendship with the eldest lady. Wouldn't it be too unkind to do this?"
Zhuge Hongyu, who was sipping milk with his head down, raised his white face slightly when he heard this: "Who asked him to fight Chu He?"
"——"
Ouyang Feifei couldn't laugh or cry.
After a fight with Chuhe, should we draw a clear line?
In fact, according to the information obtained by Ouyang Feifei, the fight between these two people did not seem to be provoked by anyone, or there was any deep hatred. To a large extent, it was a competition. It was a serious fight. It was not about who attacked whom or who
Who are you bullying? Do you want to break up with Shang Suxin?
Ouyang Feifei knew that Shang Suxin was one of the few young masters who could meet Zhuge Hongyu and chat casually. Others? This princess didn't even bother to look her in the eyes.
But just because he had a fight with Chu He, he wanted to break off the relationship——
This eldest princess's illness is really serious.
"I know how to do it." Ouyang Feifei nodded lightly and then added, "I received an invitation from Mr. Fu during the day. His birthday is in a week. I hope you can attend his private party."
"Tell him to get lost."
Suddenly mentioning Fu Qing, Zhuge Hongyu's perfect face turned slightly cold: "This bastard has trouble with him every day. What the hell?"