Golden Greenery

"No! He was electrocuted."

Zhuo Yang was still admiring Grandpa Mo's silly yet mysterious smile, but Xiaotong had already reacted. Quickly escaping from the car, Xiaotong came forward in two strides, raised her leg and lightly kicked Grandpa Mo's wrist that was holding the light pole with the sole of her shoe.

No longer clucking, Grandpa Mo closed his mouth with a clack, but still maintained a mysterious smile on his face, like the Mona Lisa after drinking.

Then, with this posture and this smile, he fell straight back.

Fortunately, Xiaotong was in front of him, otherwise, just this time, the back of his head hit the hard asphalt road, and he would basically be left here.

Xiaotong stepped forward and twisted her waist to catch Grandpa Mo's body, which was leaning like a mountain. She took up a lunge and placed him gently on the ground. She looked so gentle.

It wasn't until Xiaotong put her ear to Grandpa Mo's chest to listen to his heartbeat that Zhuo Yang ran over in a panic.

Without any nonsense, Xiaotong immediately put her palms together and started to perform chest compressions on Grandpa Mo, once, twice...

Zhuo Yang himself was also a clever guy. Without any hesitation, he opened Grandpa Mo's mouth and put his own red lips on it. Combined with Xiaotong's compression rhythm, mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration was given to the brother.

After only four or five rounds, I heard a muffled thunderous sound from Grandpa Mo's stomach, as if he was about to fart. With a moan of ecstasy, he resumed breathing on his own, and his heart started strong again.

Only then did the sweat on Zhuo Yang's body break out, instantly soaking his whole body. His waist became weak and he leaned on the ground looking tiredly at his brother who had come back from the dead.

Grandpa Mo opened his eyes, and there were two flashes of light in his eyes. Zhuo Yang looked at him in despair.

Grandpa Mo opened his mouth and let out a thick burp, and a round smoke ring spurted out.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

This bitch was almost cooked by electrocution just now.

Xiaotong pulled Zhuoyang up from the ground, and then the two of them watched Grandpa Mo's performance quietly.

Piggy said he once experienced an entire afternoon in one second. It took about one minute from the time Grandpa Mo started to use electricity until Zhuo Yang and Xiaotong teamed up to rescue him.

Grandpa Mo sat up from the ground, the unfortunate leather shoe still held tightly in his hand. Put on your shoes, stand up in a very graceful posture, and then stand straight like a javelin.

First, I bowed deeply to Xiaotong: "Mr. Julius, thank you very much."

Xiaotong smiled and patted his shoulder: "It's okay."

When he and Zhuo Yang hugged each other, Zhuo Yang said, "It scared your father and me to death."

It is a cloudy day today, with thin clouds covering the sky over Hannover. The sun hiding behind the clouds is now preparing to set in the west. Soon it will return behind the mountains, and dusk is approaching.

Grandpa Mo looked towards the direction where the few people came from, the mountains that were not steep. Looking in the distance, one can see the corner of the shady side of Kalenberg Mountain, where is the cemetery they just visited.

In fact, it's not that far. The mountain road is only four or five kilometers long, so the straight-line distance is even closer. My eyesight is better, and I can even see the upper left corner of the lush cemetery, where Cheryl's tomb is.

Grandpa Mo’s eyesight is very good.

Both Zhuoyang and Xiaotong have very good eyesight.

"Cheryl——!" Grandpa Mo shouted in the direction of the cemetery: "We are even——!"

"From now on, you don't owe me, and I don't owe you either. Whether it's the past three years or the next eight years, we are even -!"

"Cheryl——! Cheryl Graf, rest in peace——!"

Following Per Mertesacker's powerful and masculine shouting, a ray of sunset suddenly shined through the cracked clouds on Cheryl's tombstone on the hillside. It seems to be a road to heaven, a road to soul salvation.

Mertesacker stared at the road, which was brilliant and blurry. He stands here, like a majestic mountain peak, overlooking Mount Kalenberg.

The ray of sunset gradually dissipated and slowly melted into the mountains. The sun returned behind the clouds and mountains, and was about to disappear on the horizon.

Zhuo Yang didn't think Grandpa Mo was showing off, but thought he was amazing.

Grandpa Mo turned around and looked at the old street lamp on the side of the road that almost electrocuted him just now. This light pole is as rusty as its sparse cousins, and there is nothing different about it. It's broken and broken, but it also leaks electricity.

Suddenly, Grandpa Mo reached out and grabbed the lamp pole, shocking Zhuo Yang and Xiaotong so much that their hair almost stood on end. Are you still coming?

Before they could react, Grandpa Mo let go of his hand, pinched and scratched other parts of the lamp pole, and patted it a few times.

Zhuo Yang and Xiaotong: "..."

The light pole is out of power again! Maybe it never leaked electricity.

Grandpa Mo just held this street lamp that had not been powered on for many years, looked at Kalenberg Mountain again, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Zhuoyang, you won't believe it when I say it." Grandpa Mo said, "I broke through and blossomed, hahahaha..."

letter! Why don't I believe it?

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Many illogical things happened on this day. There is no need to use science to prove some of them, as long as you respect the results. For example, Grandpa Mo's flowers bloomed perfectly after being electrocuted.

After returning to downtown Hannover to hang out with Mad Dog and the others, in the second floor of the canalside building at night, Grandpa Mo told Zhuo Yang that the minute he was electrocuted, he met Cheryl and revisited her. Let go of those years of grievances.

Grandpa Mo also asked the same question like the little pig that year: What is time?

Zhuo Yang couldn't answer, just like Grandpa Mo couldn't accurately answer his 'what is love'.

On this bizarre day, Grandpa Mo solved the problem that had been bothering him for nearly nine months, maybe ten years, but Zhuo Yang still found nothing about the answer he was looking for.

But some things need to be further verified. Why are those gangsters looking for trouble here? Out of professional caution, Xiaotong could not let go of any doubts.

Alone outside, Xiaotong cannot rely on the power behind her. Zhuo Yang handed over the matter to Big SB, the leader of Madibao fans. He was the real local snake in Hanover and asked him to dig out the people.

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Somewhere in Europe, a man was watching an image downloaded from a car recorder. The scene in the image was the scene where Xiaotong knocked down a group of gangsters at the speed of light.

The man nodded: "It is indeed very powerful, defeating the enemy with one move, standard military style. Even in the army, such skills are rare, I'm afraid..."

"Coupled with Zhuo Yang's ability to resist to some extent, this matter is quite troublesome..."

"Then just wait! I don't believe that Zhuoyang won't be alone. As long as you can defeat Zhuoyang, your great ability will still be a failure, because your mission has failed. No matter how powerful you are, You're just a little person, I don't need to do anything to defeat you."

"As long as I can make Zhuo Yang disabled, I will win. Your Highness will be very satisfied, and your Highness will like Zhuo Yang's new image. Hahaha..."

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