Avenue Of Rebirth

[If you do n’t want to fall into the abyss, then even if it is stepped on by your feet, you need to bend it down to your noble knees. 】

As if time condenses and stands still, it seems that the sea has dried up into sand.

Su An suddenly opened his eyes.

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A city's most prosperous business district.

As usual, this place is worth a million feet of citizens and tourists from other provinces. The row-by-row shops, the arrogant international banks, and the luxuriant palace-like clubs of tourists are interwoven to form a picture of money.

The most prosperous part of China's most prosperous city, like a greedy yet elegant vampire, sucking up money in the pockets of every pedestrian who satisfies **. And the LeD billboards with ribbons all over the street and bright colors are like the tie of Mr. Vampire, which seems to be bound but with a deep sense of temptation. Watches, perfumes, red wine, exquisite products and beautiful models, everything on the cold billboard can easily make people feel hot, and turn into shopaholics.

At 11:57 noon, Baixie Avenue, with the largest traffic, all the LeD billboards were extinguished at this moment.

People who immerse themselves in shopping do not miss the vision above their heads. They raise their heads in amazement, whisper in amazement or question in a loud voice.

"What's going on, is there a power outage?"

"It's broken, there must be someone crying, so many dozens of billboards in such a good location, how much would it cost to stop broadcasting for a few minutes ..."

"Tannima is amazing. I was so big in Mayor A. For the first time, I saw the black screen of Baixie's billboard. This properly invaded aliens!"

3 minutes, a very short time, enough people shopping to find abnormalities, after random evaluation to put in the goods that actually exist on the counter, while looking at the giant black billboards from time to time, cautious about the next situation No expectations.

On the tower of the central square, on the huge clock, the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand slowly merge into one, twelve o'clock. A heavy chime sounded, and a group of white pigeons passed by dusk. All the expensive electronic screens on Baixie Avenue were awakened as a group, and once again shined.

The same picture and the face of the same person appeared on all advertising screens all over the avenue.

The originally noisy street suddenly became quiet, and the people who were still intensively discussing found something wrong, watching the people around them raising their heads dumbfounded, so they also raised their necks and then lost their voices.

The quiet Baixie Avenue was boiled back again at the next moment, as if the feast was being held, and the carnival was imminent.

"Ah ah ah-Liu Bai, it is our family Liu Bai!"

"God, look, King Zhang Liubai! How can he be so handsome! It's crazy to be handsome!"

"Hey, hello, Zhang Liubai has a new advertisement. Is it good to cry? Just in Baixie, the street is full of him! Do not be there. Come and come!"

"Huh, this child looks good, how is it, girl, buy a dozen to go home to support?"

"Nima, I personally scratched this little white face for Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will follow him."

Like an oracle descending from the sky, everyone can't resist looking up at the face projected on the height, even if it's just a phantom.

The man on the giant advertising screen has a deep outline, which has a three-dimensional sense far beyond that of the Orientals. The facial features are exquisitely sighing, and the noble and daunting atmosphere between his eyes makes him look like an elegant gentleman, but like a cynical. Young people are full of contradictions.

The man lowered his chin slightly, drooping his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes could cast a shallow shadow on the eyelids. He looked at the camera indifferently, his pupil color was amber, and there was a light under his eyes, which reminded us of the deep snow in the evening.

This is a handsome, almost unreal man. His hands on the bow tie are also slender and beautiful. A forefinger with a distinct joint buckles on the bow tie. It looks like he is organizing his clothes. It is extremely strong with his slightly pursed lips. The sense of abstinence, and the two shirt buttons unbuttoned under the tie seemed to explain that he was going to pull the tie off.

Confused, he couldn't help but look at his gestures more carefully, only to notice that the man wore a tail ring on his little finger, the style was simple and timeless, but it was unique because of some unobtrusive details.

The ring binds the fingers, the tie and the clothes bind the body, but the bound person has a relaxed face, no one is empty, and he is as unpretentious as the lonely San Diego Cathedral, noble, luxurious, mysterious, yet outlandish.

In the lower left corner of the screen is the only ad sentence, which is quite intriguing.

"The **** is also free.

stephanie Stefanie platinum tail ring "

Below is the signature of the man's handwriting-

Zhang Liubai.

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When pedestrians on Baixie Avenue were shocked or mad by the entertainment king on the advertising screen, a Rolls-Royce Phantom extended version was blocked in the street by the stagnant crowd.

The man sitting in the copilot of this expensive car had no matching aristocratic temperament. He glanced down at the billboard not far away, and then looked at the crowd around the street that jammed the street under the billboard. The **** was raised to the crowd in front of the car.

"It's not just a **** little star. Now people's heads are almost kicked by donkeys. They die every day for those unruly little white faces."

Chen Tunnel scoffed contemptuously, waiting for someone to cater to him, but there was silence in the huge car.

The well-dressed driver looked straight at him, just driving the car slowly out of the crowded area. And the people in the back seat ...

Chen Tong dared to slowly turn his neck after squeezing a smile, and said in a very flattering voice: "And the idiots obviously did not see our big brother, which is much better than the oil-faced kid!"

The people in the back seat are watching the "Wall Street Journal", holding the English-language newspaper is slender fingers that are almost bloodless, the phalanx is clearly like a pianist, wearing a luxurious retro ruby ​​ring on the index finger, showing the master's dignity Status. The pale beautiful fingers gently turned a page, and the person who originally nodded looked up at Chen Tunnel.

The man in the co-driver's body, who looked like a lion's lion, was instantly caught in his throat, immediately lost his voice, and turned back sullenly. Even if he has been with him for nearly two decades, he is the man ’s most trusted left arm and right arm, and he has the friendship with him since he was a boy, but like everyone else, being looked at by that man, he has to extinguish all his arrogance. .

It was a pair of beautiful and almost bewitched eyes, thick and dense eyelashes were half covered, the surface of the pupil was as if a faint light was floating, and the gorgeous texture was like a black crystal stained with frost and snow. However, the skin of the man was too pale, and even his lips were light, and his skin was completely bloodless, as if he had been imprisoned all year round without seeing the Yangguan, and he was like an ancient blood family only willing to live in an expensive coffin. Under the almost tragic background of white, the man's dark eyes seemed extremely charming, however, as if he had been carelessly looking at even half a beast, he would have to fall into the abyss uncontrollably, dark, suffocating, and irreversible.

If you do n’t want to fall into the abyss, even if it is stepped on by your feet, you need to bend it down to your noble knees.

Hell, Chen Tan followed this white morbid man-Su Xitang-to the south and north, and built an unprecedented underground kingdom in the dripping blood. I will never see a second person like Su Xitang, who is as poisonous as he is beautiful. Those who have seen him are either willing to be captured, or die to the point that there is no scum left.

While Chen Tan was embarrassed, music suddenly sounded in the carriage.

Pale fingers wearing a ruby ​​ring took the cell phone handed in by someone respectfully and heard the news from the trembling voice in the cell phone.

"Master, Master Su An woke up."

Su Xitang was silent for a while and hung up.

Because I didn't know what news was brought by a phone call, everyone in the car looked at this tall, pale-skinned man holding his breath, daring not to make a sound.

Su Xitang seemed tired. He leaned back and opened his mouth.

"Su An woke up, the meeting was postponed and went back."

The words are concise, without turning around, and the sound is cold like a sharp glacier floating in the sea for thousands of years.

*******

Su An suddenly opened his eyes.

As if recovering from a deep sleep, sober from a dream, as if resurrected from death.

As the dazzling light dipped into the eyes, a pleasant old voice came from his ears, which was extremely strange.

"Master, you're awake, lord, he will come back to visit you immediately!"

Su An's heart suddenly twitched with pain, and he subconsciously let out a low-pitched hiss.

And at the moment when the pain appeared, it proved that he was really alive.

Resurrected.