Apocalyptic Forecast

In the silence, only Walker's vague screams.

He wriggled frantically on the ground, struggling to mobilize the source and the evolutionary dream to hide himself, but the soul on the verge of fragmentation had no source of power.

The burning teenager smiled and stepped forward.

Walker opened his mouth and screamed as hard as he could with his twisted face. He looked up at the viewing platform. There was no longer the original confidence and ease above his expression, only a panic and a plea.

But no one responded.

In the silence, there was only the low footsteps of the evil boy.

There is also a sudden cello melody.

g string.

Huai Shi froze and turned back, looking at the viewing platform above his head, on the hanger next to the muscular old man, the ringtone of the mobile phone came from Huai Shi's clothes.

"Sorry, can you help me get it?"

"..."

In the silent silence of everyone, only the big cousin enthusiastically helped him take the phone out, opened the window and threw it over.

"Thank you!"

Huaishi took the phone and connected the phone: "Hello, who?"

There was a fairly mature and gentle female voice on the phone: "Is this Mr. Huai Shi?"

"Yes." Huai Shi nodded. "What is it?"

"Because our notification message didn't get your reply, so we give a manual notice-" the woman said quietly: "The abr professional cello exam you applied for will be held on time at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, please 15 minutes in advance Admission report, otherwise you will be deemed to have given up the exam. "

"What?"

For a moment, Huai Shi stayed in place, such as the ice cave, and the original mad killing intentions and grief disappeared, replaced by hesitation and helplessness.

"Mr. Huai Shi, are you listening?"

Huai Shi shuddered and said, "Uh, okay ... I, I know ..."

"What happened?"

"No! No!" Huaixi raised her voice in a panic: "Absolutely not!"

Apart from being so busy forgetting that the exam did not practice the piano in the past few days, no accident happened at all.

Damn, why did you forget this thing!

How can you forget it!

Huai Shi stomped in remorse and slapped on his head: this is a bad thing!

"... So, I wish you good results."

The woman on the phone said goodbye politely and hung up.

In the silence, Huai Shi maintained a stiff posture, and for a long time, he finally recovered, and the original happiness had disappeared.

Since more than half a month ago, he hasn't practiced piano since he started advanced ...

This time he was determined to take the exam.

Huai Shi listened to the busy tone in his cell phone, put his hand down dumbly, and then could not help but scolded a swear word.

As if falling from happiness to despair in an instant, Huai Shi suddenly and profoundly discovered that happiness belongs to others, and he has nothing ...

So annoying!

Why waste time on this kind of garbage!

He reached out in exasperation, and raised a terrified nightmare on the ground.

"The beautiful dream is over, Mr. Walker."

He raised his palms and condensed the ashes mixed with the plague, and then stuffed them into his nostrils and mouth: "Now, it's nightmare time!"

When Huai Shi lowered his hand, his eyes finally opened.

There was a dullness in the remaining single eyes.

No sense.

Only numb breathing and heartbeat were left.

Excessive negative sources have completely engulfed his broken soul, and the nightmare was finally overwhelmed by endless dreams of despair.

This is the end of this matchup.

Huaishi slowly let go of his hand, and let the drooling dementia fall to the ground, looking back at the high platform behind him, and took two steps back.

The next thing, you handle it yourself.

After the floor-to-ceiling glass, the old man nodded blankly, but a glimmer of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Just a little bit.

If it weren't for that call ...

"I'm afraid he can't be your opponent, Teacher Luo." Big cousin handed over an apple and grabbed a banana with a bit of gusto. "The child got nothing but pain from death.

In fact, he hated something about killing something.

Such a person is destined not to be your heir, nor is it possible to accomplish that. "

"Yes."

The old man lowered his eyes: "Life is not good."

After eating, Big Cousin dropped the banana peel, rubbed his hands, and said seriously: "There is no need to be so anxious, we can actually think of another way."

"Time is not enough."

Old Luo shook his head slowly, his expression calm: "Some things always have to be done by hand, right?"

Big cousin seemed to want to say something, but in the rush of footsteps, Huai Shi had rushed in, picked up his coat, waved his hands in a hurry to say hello to everyone, and shouted to the old man: "I will ask for leave tomorrow ! "

"Leave leave?"

Luo Lao frowned, "what?"

"Exam! Do you think you are the teacher by yourself?"

Huai Shi replied as a matter of course, and then put on his headgear in a hurry, and lifted up the most seemingly idle original photo in the corner, and rushed out of the door.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Yuan Zhao struggled hard.

"No time to explain, go, drive!"

"But, but I was only 14 years old without a driver's license ..."

"The accelerator will just step on, just go and go!"

Boom!

The sound of collision came from the end of the corridor.

They hit the wall.

The atmosphere became awkward in an instant, but the big cousin couldn't help but laugh out loud and laughed awkwardly.

"Look, Mr. Luo, young people always have to solve their own problems."

Big cousin looked back and looked at the silent old man: "I think it's not necessary to be so anxious."

"Lets see."

The old man lowered his eyes: "Let me see ..."

In the evening, Ai Qing saw Liu Dongli in the lounge of the Jinling branch.

He sat in a chair, the coffee in front of him did not move, as if waiting for someone.

She shook her head and walked over with crutches: "He is not here."

"I'm waiting for you."

Liu Dongli shook his head and smiled, pointing to the seat in front of him: "Are you free?"

Ai Qing froze for a moment, then gave him a deep look, for a long time, slowly shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it's just dinner time."

She sat across from Liu Dongli and placed the dinner box in her hand on the table.

Vegetable salad and a few pieces of meat.

She picked up the fork. "There will be a coordinating meeting later, would you mind me chatting while eating?"

Liu Dongli snapped his fingers and motioned the waiter for a cup of hot tea before turning back to look at her: "It's bad for your stomach to eat cold meals all the time."

"Where did you learn from the honest voice?"

Ai Qing frowned: "Is your brain broken?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I just saw my ex-girlfriend, and I didn't change my tone." Liu Dongli coughed awkwardly: "Don't worry, it's not borrowing money."

"... I'm so relieved to hear that."

Ai Qing responded calmly, not knowing whether it was irony or truth, "So, you want to say that there are more troublesome questions waiting for me?"

"About Huaixi ..."

Ai Qing is clear, and the questions about him are generally very troublesome, but after Liu Dongli paused, the words continued: "And you."

As a result, the problem becomes more troublesome.

"I'm not sure about the Yin family's attitude." She said bluntly: "But should Huaishi be regarded as a threat? Especially after he demonstrated the ability of a legendary investigator ... you should know how rare this title is."

Liu Dongli nodded silently.

He had already realized that this unlucky child could always surprise people in unexpected places.

There are only 16 rare titles in the world, which are even rarer than those of the fifth-order sublimation. Even if the base of the dark web is not very large, but the sublimers who can kill a **** road in the nightmare game and win the legendary crown are not to be underestimated in any way.

Especially when this sublimator has a grudge against himself.

It would be normal for the Yin family to move.

But now it doesn't need to worry about this, especially after the big cousin publicly expressed appreciation for Huai Shi-even if it seems that there is no shelf and how approachable, that person is still the director of the Jinling Social Security Bureau. All can represent the attitude of the Dongxia genealogy.

What's more, his sister is now the second Baidizi of Dongxia, and his father is Chu Hai, a famous natural enemy of all realms. Such a character, even if it is a straw bale, he stomps his feet and Jinling must shake.

The most terrible thing is that he is not.

After he deliberately reminded everyone in some places that they did not want something unpleasant to happen, the Yin family would naturally not choose to let something that everyone did not want happen.

If the Yin family wanted to kill Huai Shi, he would definitely let him die brightly and blameless, instead of rubbing his hands behind his back and letting him die unclearly.

Liu Dongli, the storm on the bright surface, didn't worry much. Anyway, the dead child's life was very tough.

"Instead of Huai Shi, I am actually more worried about you."

Liu Dongli gave her a deep look: "Yin family has started to pressure you recently?"

Ai Qing didn't speak, she just bowed her head to eat her own dinner, and even the frequency of her movements didn't change. After a long time, she put down the lunch box in her hand, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, raised her head and told him: "It has nothing to do with you."

"What about Huai poetry?"

Liu Dongli asked back, Ai Qing frowned.

"A few days ago, an account inquired about the Yinjia's industrial structure and the details of the main members-" Liu Dongli bowed his brows: "This is the news I got directly from my friends."

"Not necessarily a poem by Huai."

Liu Dongli did not speak, and took out his mobile phone to show Ai Qing's account picture.

She froze for a long time, and sighed softly for a long time: "This picture is so stupid ... who took it for him?"

"I also want to know ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Liu Dongli said:" Even if you don't plan to involve him now, he also intends to jump into the muddy water, not to mention, he should stand Care about you. "

Ai Qing expressionless: "Not as exaggerated as you think."

"It's not as light as you said, is it?"

Liu Dongli looked at her for a long time and could n’t help but sigh: “To be honest, I did n’t expect that your mother would be a cello enlightenment teacher of Huai Shi ... I should have thought of it long ago. The cellist Aiting is your mother. "

In the silence, Ai Qing's eyes changed.

It's as if the cover hanging outside was torn by an angry piece of iron, revealing a chilling blade.

"I don't know what you want to say, Liu Dongli, but I will remind you a bit."

She stared at the man in front of her and told him word by word: "It is forbidden to mention her name, even one word!" ()