"If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you will not be cold with willow wind."
The drizzle falls. The weather in Jiangnan is always strange. Maybe it will rain at any time.
Zhang Xuan stood in front of an old tree with his hands behind him. There was a soft soil bag on the ground in front of the trunk, which had just been paved.
Del patted the soil on his hands. "All right."
"Are you sure you want Milo buried here?" Zhang Xuan picked his eyebrows.
Del nodded his head and said, "Milo has been guarding the remote and cold land of Antarctica all his life. In the hot summer, the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, so bury him here. Maybe many years later, some dandelions will grow here and fly to other places."
Zhang Xuan has been staring at del.
"What are you looking at?" Del is a little uncomfortable when Zhang Xuan stares at him.
Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes. "Uncle, are you going to let me go? Return the dandelion
"Ha ha." Del laughed. "This man is old, and he will send his old friend back. It's hard to avoid some strange ideas. Gone, gone. I think this time, the meeting is in a mess. You're good. Clap your sleeve and stand on the eastern continent. Nobody cares about you. I don't know how much trouble I have when I go back. "
Zhang Xuan shrugged, "you said it. You're old. You're in trouble. If you're in trouble now, Tang Hao will be much better in the future. "
"Thank you for that, Delk. It's really out of my expectation. " Del waved his hand to Zhang Xuan. "I'm leaving. If I have a chance to go to Yinzhou to find you, Andre, you don't have to worry about it. I told you when I left the holy city last time. Andre, I'm afraid, can't show up in front of you. Don't forget our agreement."
"Don't worry." Zhang Xuan patted his chest and said, "when everything comes down, I will contact you on my own initiative."
"OK, that's no nonsense." Del step, just ready to leave, suddenly stopped by Zhang Xuan.
"That's right."
"Well?" Del took a look at Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuanshen took a breath. "You should know that the devil's trial is more about the heart. Tang Hao's means and temperament are much stronger than before, but this time, let him also have a heart demon. You should pay more attention to it."
Del shook his head. "Everyone has the devil. Let's see if he can pass his own level. In a word, I still believe in him. Let's go!"
As soon as del's voice fell, it had disappeared in front of Zhang Xuan's eyes.
Zhang Xuan shook his head helplessly. He took a look at the earth bag under the old tree, and then walked away.
Towards evening, a private Lin group plane took off from Xidu airport.
Zhang Xuan changed into clean clothes, shaved off the stubble on his cheek, carried a glass of red wine, and sat gracefully on the wide sofa in the cabin, enjoying the unique fragrance of the wine.
Milan is sitting opposite Zhang Xuan, with red wine in his hand. It can be seen that Milan has been particularly depressed during this period of time. After a while on the plane, he flushed his pretty face with a bit of drunkenness.
"QingHan, when I had dinner with my father today. You've been holding the computer, and now you're still holding it. What's the matter in such a hurry? " Milan speaks with the fragrance of wine in his mouth.
Today, Xiao returned the whole Xiao group to Xiaoshan, and changed the name of Xiao group to Lanshan group. Using the last word in the names of Milan and Xiaoshan, it means to tell Zhang Xuan that they have completely given up here, and that all Xiao's people are leaving Xidu today and can't live in seclusion.
The reason why they left this evening was that they got together with Xiaoshan.
Lin QingHan's eyes were staring at the computer screen for a moment, and said: "this time I've been away for so long, I can't get in touch with the outside world. There are a lot of things in the company waiting for me to make a decision. I've read all the mail in the mailbox. We have to deal with these things quickly
Milan rolled his eyes, raised his slender legs and kicked Zhang Xuan, who was sitting opposite him. "I said Zhang, you have so much money that you don't want your wife to be responsible for her beautiful appearance. Do you really want her to make money to support her family? If other men have such a beautiful wife, they must hold it in their hands every day. "
Zhang Xuan said with a smile, "what kind of money do I make? I'm a burden to my wife. My wife must be responsible for making money and supporting my family. I'm responsible for being handsome."
"You are so shameless." Milan glared at Zhang Xuan.
"If I want face, how can I get such a beautiful wife, ha ha." Zhang xuanjian gave a smile.
Milan looks at Zhang Xuan's humble appearance, which is in great contrast to Zhang Xuan's appearance of standing in front of him this morning, his fingers curdling, as if he could resist heaven and earth. Is this really the same person?
While Zhang Xuan is enjoying red wine, Xidu is under an old tree.
One man with a shovel. Dig up the earth bags under the old trees.
There is a wooden coffin under the earth bag. When the coffin is tilted up, the person lying in it suddenly takes a breath.
"Hiss Hoo!"
"Lord Milo, how are you feeling now?" The figure who dug up the earth bag helped the man in the coffin to sit up.What lies in the coffin is Milo, who has been confirmed dead by Zhang Xuan and others and buried by del himself.
Milo shook his head, and his voice was weak. "That Xuan really can't be underestimated. At such an age, he has such strength to chase me for tens of thousands of miles and never die. Thanks to the pulse lock pill you gave me, I can fall into a state of suspended animation. Otherwise, this time, I really fell down, Andre. This time, I accept your kindness."
If Zhang Xuan was here, he would be staring because of the scene in front of him. Andre, who was originally defined by del as no threat, would appear here and dig out Milo, who was already dead.
Andre said bitterly, "Lord Milo. You and I are on the same front, he Laien said. After you left that day, del sent more than ten control envoys to kill me. If I hadn't prepared to cultivate a substitute, I would have died. But now, they think I'm dead. From now on. I am at odds with them
"Take me to heal first." Milo sighed. "I've been cut off my hands, and my strength has been greatly reduced. I'm looking like this. It's not easy to get revenge. "
"Lord Milo, don't worry. I've contacted good people. Your hands are still in the possibility of recovery."
"Seriously?" Milo looked happy. Can the severed hands be restored?
"Bishop Milo, you can rest assured of our atavist genetic technology." In the dark, a figure came.
"Atavism!" Milo's pupils contracted. "Andre, you work with the atavism!"
Andre said with a smile: "Lord Milo, the enemy of the enemy is the friend. We can't go back to the secret society now. We have to find another backer. "
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