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Believe it or not.

During that bungee jump in college, he actually saw a white dragon with his own eyes and even touched its horns.

Since then, he has been thinking about what those two words Bai Long said were, and they were not "Zhao Lue".

What exactly is it?

Zhao Lue was thinking in the car as he left the BBQ Villa for his home in Xiangshan.

Because everyone was drunk, some people simply spent the night at the BBQ Villa, while others, like Zhao Lue, called someone to pick them up.

The driver who came to pick him up was the one who took Zhao Lue to the airport. He looked at Zhao Lue in the mirror and hesitated to speak.

"Did you forget something, Master?" the driver still asked.

Zhao Lue replied casually: "I forgot to bring my money. I don't have enough money."

He got out of the car and Zhao Yanjia was already waiting for him at the door.

Zhao Yanjia grimaced: "I'm surprised. Xiao Zhu swore that you were on the plane. Which substitute are you?"

Zhao Lue immediately smiled and hugged his mother's shoulders.

Zhao Yanjia didn't let him use his hands or feet and blocked the road firmly.

Zhao Lue approached her and said, "How can I, your son, be an ordinary person? I am enlightened and have spiritual energy. Once I step out of the country, I will fly back automatically and fly to my mother. I can't drive her away."

Zhao Yanjia was stunned for a moment and was amused.

Zhao Lue took the opportunity to squeeze in through the gate, and responded when his mother shouted, "Liao Xiao, have some snacks, smelling of alcohol."

He quickly ran to the yard where his uncle was and rushed to his bedside.

Zhao Xingyi had fallen asleep and was woken up by him lifting the quilt.

"...I have to go to the company tomorrow and I don't have time to make trouble with you." This nephew was the only one who could unscrupulously lift his quilt. Zhao Xingyi had no temper.

Zhao Lue sat on the edge of the bed, looked at his uncle's face that was still awake, and said seriously: "Uncle, I am short of money."

Zhao Xingyi was so frightened that he woke up.

What? ! The Zhao family is dead? !

Zhao Xingyi looked at Zhao Lue's expression carefully, pondered slightly, and then said seriously: "Well, then you can sell the Pagani Fengshen that your uncle gave you. You don't drive it often anyway, and it's close to 50 million." ”

Zhao Lue didn't hesitate: "That won't work. It was a coming-of-age gift from my uncle. I can't sell it."

Zhao Xingyi smiled and asked generously: "How much do you want, my uncle will give it to you."

"Uncle is the best." Zhao Lue said sweetly, holding out five fingers.

"Okay, 50 million will be given to you tomorrow." Zhao Xingyi agreed.

Zhao Lue shook his head.

"Five hundred million?" Zhao Xingyi frowned, "Are you going to use it as start-up capital? Are you ready to do something?"

Zhao Lue said: "Five billion."

——

After coming out of his uncle's yard, Zhao Lue walked to his own yard.

The uncle did not agree immediately. After all, although he had money, no one could immediately and casually take out five billion.

Five hundred million is okay.

It was already midnight at this time, and he was walking quietly through a gray corridor. The small lamps and wall lamps turned on, illuminating a few hairs on his clothes.

The tattered clothes in the nightmare were intact, but a few hair strands remained.

Black, white, and even gold.

Zhao Lue twisted a few strands of hair between his fingers, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

He closed his eyes and recalled several events that happened when he came out of the airport, and then he was horrified.

He heard footsteps.

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a man walking in the long alley.

——This man has exactly the same appearance as Zhao Lue.

But they have similar yet different temperaments.

In fact, it is difficult for Zhao Lue to say what he is like in the eyes of others. People cannot be summed up in just one or two words. For example, he is casual in front of good friends, lively in front of close relatives, indifferent and polite in front of strangers, and just right in front of acquaintances. He does things neatly and neatly, and thinks of things with fantastic ideas. Sometimes he is extremely handsome, sometimes he is a little childish, and sometimes he is lazy.

As for this person, Zhao Lue felt all the qualities he had from him, including some things he didn't have yet.

If the instructor at the mercenary base said that Zhao Lue could change from lazily sitting on the sofa to an excited killer who could easily harvest the lives of others, then Zhao Lue felt that this person could change from being a person with others. The ordinary person joking raised his palm in an instant and created a big event that shocked the world.

Their eyes met.

Zhao Lue had a vague feeling that his eyes met those of Han Jianping back then.

This time, it was like two sharp knives clashing, and the light shining in his eyes took away the color from the surroundings. The silence is breathtaking.

Zhao Lue took a step forward, and coincidentally, the man also turned around, and their figures overlapped.

Zhao Luoruo realized something.

After a period of time that seemed short and yet seemed long, Zhao Lue called out a name.

"Ji Shun."

He remembered Bailong's name.

When bungee jumping, Bailong said his own name.

The wind blew, blowing a long and mysterious shadow.

The shadow lingered around Zhao Lue's waist, and just when it was about to disappear, Zhao Lue suddenly smiled: "Ji Shun, I've seen you, what are you hiding from?"

He continued to walk forward, and when he looked back again, he saw the white-haired man following him, quieter than the moonlight.

"Don't go back to the lake, come live with me."

["Live with me?"

"Um."]

Ji Shun blinked and said yes.

——

"Tell me a story." Zhao Lue covered himself with a thin blanket, and Ji Shun turned into a white dragon and lay in the distance.

"Tell me something in the near future, just tell me some things from the past." Zhao Lue thought for a moment and added, "If you tell me more, I might... remember it."

At this moment, Zhao Lue suddenly had an impulse, and he wanted to say something.

He said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember a lot of things about you."

[In another world, what the Dragon King saw should be Zhao Lue who didn't remember that he was Lin Xingtao.

Of course, Zhao Lue didn't remember any Dragon King. ]

Ji Shun moved his claws slightly.

Zhao Lue was right, but Zhao Lue did not remember Ji Shun, but Zhao Lue recognized Ji Shun.

In Zhao Lue's short life, from childhood to adulthood, Ji Shun was not absent. Zhao Lue remembered not the Dragon King of Da Chu, but the white-haired man who grew up with him.

"It's good that I remember it." Ji Shun said lightly.

Zhao Lue was startled.

The phone rang.

It was Zhao Xingyi calling.

When Zhao Lue took out the golden invitation letter given by Han Jianping and checked it according to what his uncle said, Ji Shun quietly moved closer.

In fact, when Ji Shun first arrived in this world, his power was greatly restricted. And Zhao Lue has been attracting the rule fragments in this world, which is very dangerous.

He can only guard Zhao Lue firmly and dare not leave for a moment.

Especially when Zhao Lue was young, Ji Shun often turned into a human form to take care of him during that time.

It's just that Zhao Lue couldn't see it. Later, Zhao Lue's intuition became stronger and stronger, and it was almost time for Zhao Lue to awaken, and Ji Shun could leave Zhao Lue.

All the rule fragments were pushed to Lin Zihuai by Ji Shun.

Just like in another earth, Ji Shun rested with Lin Xingtao.

But not so far away.

The reason why it is so far away like now is because...

Zhao Lue would get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and then Ji Shun was caught off guard and stepped on many times.

The author has something to say: After shooting an arrow at the Dragon King, Zhao Lue: Slipped away.

Ji Shun is so miserable, Dragon King.

I have to take care of the children, play the zither, fish for the qin, worry all the time, tell bedtime stories, and get stepped on.

Ji Shun: Lin Xingtao doesn't need to go to the toilet.

Chapter 243 Containment Failure (XII) * This * work * is * provided * by * Si * Tu * website * online * reading *

At two o'clock in the morning, in the bedroom of Zhao Lue, the eldest son of the Zhao family in Xiangshan, Bai Long lay on the fluffy carpet and told a story.

Zhao Lue listened very seriously, but unfortunately Ji Shun didn't know how to tell stories, and it was gone in just five minutes.

"After becoming the emperor, there is no such... well, you know the kind."

"No."

"This can be."

"... Forget it." After waiting for a while, Zhao Lue put his arms behind his head and told Ji Shun a story about himself.

It was about how a pampered young man in the capital could not think of becoming a mercenary.

At first, a foreign friend who was on good terms with Zhao Lue heard that he wanted to have some unique excitement and recommended him to a private military training base in a small country.

Adhering to the spirit of "If you want to pursue excitement, then follow through to the end", Zhao Lue's identity file was only known by that noble friend. He was assigned to an instructor with an Asian face. No one greeted the instructor. The instructor treated him as a poor little man who had committed a crime and had to flee the country. During that time, Zhao Lue suffered a lot. When Wang Xichen received his call, he was twisting his dislocated joints back by himself.

"I originally wanted to learn our own traditional martial arts, but it was too late. That requires physical training from a young age, so I spent two months quickly mastering the fighting skills."

"I admire that instructor. Speaking of which, the instructor looks about the same age as me, and it seems that he also studied in China before."

"By the way, my foreign name is Ward, do you know what it means?"

Zhao Lue was eager to say that handsome English name to make Ji Shun laugh.

Wardtian·Meitianli·Wesenmo·Lamoshuai·Shuaidebuyaobuyaode.

Seeing Ji Shun close his eyes, Zhao Lue gave up.

Zhao Lue remembered what he had told the instructor, he said his name was Ward. The instructor asked which Ward, Zhao Lue told him it was Grant Ward.

The super villain under the famous comic, on the surface, is a SHIELD agent, but in fact a Hydra killer.

The instructor was stunned at the time.

Zhao Lue smiled and hooked the instructor's neck, mysteriously shouted "Long live Hydra", and then sent the knife into the instructor's waist.

The instructor who taught Zhao Lue never to let his guard down was stunned.

It was not until just now that Zhao Lue knew why he was stunned.

Because his uncle told him in the phone call just now that in foreign countries, organizations called SHIELD and Hydra have emerged in recent years. They are not in that comic, but use these two names to expand their influence. About a year ago, these two organizations suddenly emerged in China and had other names.

One is called SCP-SUA Foundation, and the other is called Lord God Space.

Zhao Xingyi said: "Several people who I can confirm are Lord Gods have taken out a red invitation letter in public, and last time when I was discussing business, I saw several people take out golden invitation letters."

Zhao Xingyi knows a lot of things, which is normal, but he doesn't know that his nephew has fought with the Lord God's people and solved some of them.

"Go to bed early." He said, "Uncle will ask clearly tomorrow."

Zhao Lue: "I know."

He turned over, but did not sleep.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and he wanted to be the champion of staying up late.

——

On this day, thousands of people from all over the world opened the red invitation.

The chief holding a spear and painted with camouflage, the assassin with a hood squatting on the tower, the fully armed mercenary with a magazine, and even the girl licking the meat at the corner of her mouth.

They have one thing in common-not ordinary people.

Similarly, in the luxury villas in Beverly, the seaside residences in San Diego, the yachts moored at the private docks, and even in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the modern world, hundreds of people opened the golden invitation.

They also have one thing in common-they have a net worth of over 100 million.

Zhao Lue stood in the courtyard, and the mountain wind blew the invitation between his fingers.

The invitation, which originally only displayed the time, showed a few lines of small words.

[Invitation to the Arena of All Worlds·View