In the pet hospital, Grandpa Turtle, who lived longer than the elders, hid in the turtle shell and rolled out directly from the door of the office.
In the end, he was still covered by a pile of clothes.
"Lord Long, calm down! I'll go buy something else now..." Gui Qianyi begged for mercy in horror.
You are obviously wearing this style... If you don't like it, why send it... Just say it...
I saw Long Xiruo walking out with a frosty face, but he let out a heavy breath and said, "Forget it, how do you feel about Xiao Jiang's injury?"
Only then did Gui Qianyi stick out his head and get out of his clothes, "He lost a lot of blood... but because you rescued him in time, my lord, his life was saved. However, there is a strange toxin left in his body.
Can’t wake up.”
"I also tested and found out that I was poisoned." Long Xiruo nodded: "But this kind of poison is very strange. I have never seen it before."
Gui Qianyi also sighed and said: "I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen or heard of this kind of toxin. I tried to extract this kind of toxin using the separation method, and found that it is probably several different kinds of poison.
It’s a mixture of mutations.”
"It's not like chasing the wind." Long Xiruo said coldly.
Gui Qianyi nodded and said: "Judgement is not the poison used."
Long Xiruo subconsciously bit her fingernails and said, "It seems like there is something else... Now that Xiao Jiang is not awake, he knows that Zhui Feng is the only one he really wants. It's a pity that this guy is possessed by a demon."
Gui Qianyi said helplessly: "I think this boy is violent and eccentric by nature, has a strong sense of self-esteem and is very extreme in his actions. After chatting with him for a few words, I felt that his heart was full of resentment towards the world... To paraphrase those Western scholars.
, is the personality of society.”
"It's just inner demons causing trouble." Long Xiruo shook his head, "Is there still no news about the monster sent to look for Zhui Feng?"
"No." Gui Qianyi shook his head, but at this moment, he suddenly took out a bead from the turtle shell and said seriously: "Sir, can I borrow your true dragon's blood?"
Long Xiruo was stunned, "Now that I have lost all my demon power, what use do you have for my blood?"
Gui Qianyi shook his head and said: "My lord, although you cannot use any demon power now, your body feels the same as that of ordinary people. But the true dragon is born from this land, and the supreme and holy power of the true dragon's blood does not
It will not disappear. I want to borrow a drop of your true dragon's blood, sir, to use it to suppress the evil spirits from all directions that I provoked when I used the technique of 'Heaven Sees and Earth Hears'."
Long Xiruo sighed and said: "You haven't used it for long. If you use it again, your vitality will be severely damaged and your life..."
Gui Qianyi said calmly: "My lord, I had an agreement with this country. Although the incident with Xiangliu that day was finally deceived by the excuse of changes in the earth's crust, it may not have been noticed by those who were interested. It was just a distraction. This pursuit
If the wind is abnormal, if it causes a large number of human casualties, I am afraid that you will not be able to explain it... After all, with your current situation, if you are exposed..."
Long Xiruo pondered for a moment, and finally bit his finger and gave Gui Qianyi a drop of blood.
After the blood fell into the bead in Gui Qianyi's hand, it got into it and disappeared. Gui Qianyi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a golden light-like cover appeared around his body, covering both him and Long Xiruo at the same time.
.
Heaven sees and earth hears... Heaven has seen and earth has heard. Everything you see and hear is the past and the present.
Gui Qianyi had used it once when it came to Xiang Liu that day, so he learned in advance that Long Xiruo was seriously injured and asked Sun Xiaosheng to go directly to get the monkey spirit wine that could restore his vitality.
At this time, streaks of light and shadow shot out from the magical beads, one of which was Zhui Feng's hiding place.
"Looking back, I want to know who did it to Xiao Jiang." Long Xiruo frowned, and at the same time wrote down the place where Zhui Feng was hiding.
Guiqian nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around the beads in his hands.
"Nini..."
A certain scene flashed by, and Long Xiruo frowned deeply. Before he had time to think about it, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, making it impossible to look back.
At this time, Gui Qianyi's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the beads fell directly from his hand.
"Kame Senichi!"
"Old man... I can't peep into what happened before..." Gui Qianyi fell to the ground, pale and weak: "There is something... that blocks the hearing of heaven and earth. I think what I see is... an abyss..."
Gui Qianyi's head hit the ground directly, motionless.
"Grandpa Turtle!!" Long Xiruo couldn't help but panic, and hurriedly shouted the name he hadn't called out for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Gui Qianyi shrank his neck at this time, "What, Master Long, you pressed my palm..."
It is commonly known as death without breathing.
…
But as long as he didn't die, it would be fine. The real dragon from China laughed ugly and ordered: "Gui Qianyi, next time, I will pull out your turtle shell!"
"The old man is not dead, but he is indeed seriously injured..."
Gui Qianyi was helped up by Long Xiruo, but he wrote a few words on the paper, then let the paper fly out, slipped out of the gap in the hospital's iron gate, and was finally delivered to Guiying's hands.
"There may be some strange force behind Zhui Feng protecting me. I can't trace back to earlier things..." Gui Qianyi coughed and said, "But now that we know where he is, I have asked the ghost baby to... cough
Ahem, let’s just wait for the results.”
Long Xiruo breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and helped Gui Qianyi to rest...but she felt uncomfortable.
This reminded her of what she said in front of the shop that day.
What the boss said.
"What about time? The time to think of a solution, the time to work hard, even the time lost by asking others to help, the effort used by others... Yes, I do not deny that no matter who encounters difficulties, they may be able to find them after a period of time.
There is a solution, but what is wasted and paid for...why doesn’t Miss Long calculate it?”
…
…
The city is secretly turbulent...because there is another unknown society, the society of monsters.
But normal society is calm and business as usual.
The city is still bustling with traffic, and people rush in and out, just for survival and for the goals in their hearts, such as fame and fortune.
Cheng Yiran looked out the window.
In the past few days, he has moved to Zhong Luochen's villa. However, there are only two of them in such a huge place... This man with a huge financial resources that he could not imagine behind his back does not even have a servant at home.
This man is even used to getting up on time and making himself a breakfast. This man is also used to sitting by the window sill and reading a book in his free time.
I watched "Les Miserables".
Cheng Yiran found that this man was free most of the time.
…
Cheng Yiran went downstairs and walked past Zhong Luochen in the living room. It seemed a little darker here. He wanted some light, so he planned to open some curtains.
Zhong Luochen suddenly said: "Aren't you going to practice today?"
Zhong Luochen did not raise his head.
Cheng Yiran didn't look at him. After opening the curtains a little, he sat on the sofa, picked up his guitar, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether you practice or not, as long as it makes you feel better."
Zhong Luochen nodded simply and opened another page of "Les Misérables".
"Is this book interesting? I see you have been reading it." Cheng Yiran couldn't find the topic and looked at Zhong Luochen casually and asked.
Zhong Luochen read quickly and seemed to have finished reading another page. He turned another page and said calmly: "Have you read it?"
Cheng Yiran sneered and said: "I used to run around for a living, and then worked hard for my dreams. Now that you are involved, my life has been turned upside down. Unlike you, who was born with everything and can have such a leisurely mind."
"I don't have everything." Zhong Luochen turned a new page, "This story is quite interesting, you can also read it."
Cheng Yiran raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Zhong Luochen said softly: "The story of a thief."
Cheng Yiran responded simply, then stood up, put his guitar on his back, and said calmly: "I'm a little bored, let's go for a walk."
At this time, Zhong Luochen closed the book in his hand and stood up. He stopped Cheng Yiran and asked him to wait. Then he walked to the drawer aside, took out a key, and threw it into Cheng Yiran's hand, "I
Think you'll like it."
car keys.
This is a Mercedes-Benz that Chengyun just drove back from outside yesterday.
…
Running a car is the dream of most men. It has nothing to do with the industry, it just depends on the degree.
The sound of the engine, like the roar of a beast, can make people feel inexplicably excited. Of course, it is only limited to those who drive.
Passers-by may only feel it is noisy... Of course, people who also appreciate it will not.
Cheng Yiran found that this was actually very similar to the music category he chose. In the eyes of many people, rock music, especially some factions of rock music, is equivalent to noise for those who don't like it.
But no matter what, just as Zhong Luochen said, he really likes this car, because it feels really good to drive it, so that his depressed mood in the past few days seems to have eased a lot.
He seemed to have nothing to worry about, because everything was supported by the huge financial resources behind Zhong Luochen.
And from his earlier conversation with the mysterious boss, he also understood one thing. As long as he continued to rely on Zhong Luochen's financial resources, he would soon silence most people.
There seems to be really nothing to worry about.
After running, we stopped not far from the place where Cheng Yiran lived.
He quietly got out of the car, put on a hat, cut off his head, put on a windbreaker, put on mirrorless glasses, and walked out with his guitar on his back.
"Boss, please order some fish ball noodles."
"okay."
It is still this long street full of nightclubs and bars. This is the place where Cheng Yiran has hung out the most since he came to this city... and this is also the place where he has eaten the most.
At that time, there were only two of him and Hong Guan, and every time they stayed up late at night, they would cook here. For two people, two bottles of Harbin beer, and a skewer of whatever they wanted, they would be very full.
He found that he couldn't get used to the food Zhong Luochen made.
Even though they were exquisite and even had a taste that could make his taste buds surrender, he still couldn't get used to it... just couldn't get used to it, and he couldn't get used to it for no reason.
Maybe that place is too silent.
But it was still afternoon, and the nightclubs and bars on Dachang Street had not yet opened for business. The entire street seemed quite deserted... Besides, it was not meal time.
Sitting on the table opposite were a few little boys, the kind of students who skipped school early and ran around. At this time, they were just talking about some games.
"Here, the fish ball noodles you want...have I seen you before?" The boss who brought the bowl of noodles frowned at this moment.
"Really?" Cheng Yiran took the disposable chopsticks and broke them apart. He used the chopsticks to stir the sauce in the bowl and said, "It's not surprising if I've seen it before. Boss, you set up a stall here every day and you must see more people than me.
"
Maybe the boss was too busy at this time, so when he saw someone who seemed like someone he could chat with, he pulled out the small stool in front of the table and sat down, "Oh! I like what you say. Uncle, I really see a lot of people here!"
Men and women, rich and poor, infatuated and ruthless, whoring and selling, there are many!”
"That's good." Cheng Yiran smiled and said, "It must be interesting."
"That's right!" Uncle snorted: "I, Yu Danqiang, have been selling fish eggs here for so many years, and I have experienced ups and downs. What weird things have not happened to me?"
"Really?" Cheng Yiran took a big mouthful of noodles and was idle, "How strange is it?"
Yudanqiang slapped the table and said, "If nothing else, do you know Cheng Yiran?"
"Is he famous?"
"Tsk, tsk, you are carrying this thing like a music player, but you actually know who Cheng Yiran is?" Yudanqiang tsk-tsked: "The most popular person in the city right now is him, you really don't know?
"
"Do you know him?" Cheng Yiran said amusedly.
Yu Dan said forcefully: "I know him, but he doesn't. But let me tell you, this Cheng Yiran may be the person who ate fish eggs at my uncle's place! Tsk tsk, that guy, before he became famous, I heard he was
Just hanging around here."
Cheng Yiran didn't like the word "goofing around", so he ate the noodles quietly without responding.
Yu Danqiang suddenly said: "Oh...Have I really seen you somewhere? You look like..."
"What does it look like?" Cheng Yiran frowned.
Yudan came forward forcefully, stared at him for a while and said, "It seems to be a guy I met one night."
"Really?" Cheng Yiran lowered his head and sandwiched his face.
Yu Danqiang recalled: "Uncle, I made a fortune that night! There was a guy who gave me a meal as a gift... Hey, it looks similar to the one you are carrying, what kind of booger is it?
Or shit? Well, I said no more anyway, I can't go on. Guess what? I tell you, just after that guy left, another weird guy came, and he opened his mouth and said he bought the Beijing Normal University.
He is also a weirdo, uncle, I offered a low price, but he didn’t show any concern, so he forced me to offer a high price, tsk tsk, I really don’t understand the world of rich people!”
"You...do you remember the appearance of the person who bought the thing?" Cheng Yiran suddenly asked.
Yu Danqiang was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a while and said: "It seems...eh, what does it look like? It's strange, uncle, I'm not boasting about my memory. I can't remember it?"
"I'm full." Cheng Yiran suddenly dropped his chopsticks, and then quickly wrote a number on the banknote he took out, "Boss, if you meet the person who bought the bass next time, please call me and tell me
.I will give you another windfall."
"It's easy!" Yu Danqiang happily flicked on the ten-dollar bill with the phone number written on it, but when he saw that the guest had already stood up and left, he was suddenly stunned, patted his head and said: "Fuck, wait a minute.
, have you ever asked me about this? Before??"
At this time, a passerby suddenly exclaimed: "Is that Cheng Yiran? It's really Cheng Yiran!!"
Seeing several people rushing towards the guy's back, Yu Danqiang patted his head again, feeling that he might have missed one...
"Fuck! If I had known he was a big star, I would have charged twenty yuan a bowl!"
