He Has a Dragon

Time flies, a week flies by, Feicheng has also entered the season of early spring, the clothes worn by the girls on the road gradually become colorful, more and more charming and enchanting, spring has really come. 【First release】

During these days, Wang Le has been running from 9 to 5 every day between his home and the Limin community, dealing with the company's affairs, preparing for the expansion of the business in the near future, and spending time online or on the phone when he has nothing to do. Chatting and amusing with Miss Mu who is far away in the capital, living the same life as ordinary office workers in the city.

During this period, after the opening of the main store, Mrs. Jiangnan's first branch store was also officially open to the public. Mr. Xie, Wu Liang, and Li Tao, who had friendship with Wang Le, all came to congratulate Wang Le, and there was a lot of excitement.

All of this seemed so calm, but Wang Le knew that this was just the calm before the storm. He seemed to hear a train on the southwestern border rumbling and honking, starting its journey northward.

Vaguely, Wang Le felt that apart from this, there should be other things waiting for him, and the storm might be even bigger, and he couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart.

Time and space changed, when Wang Le was enjoying the calm before the storm, an old man of medium height, half-hundred hair, a little stooped, ruddy and tender, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes, was wearing a thin gray cloth jacket and A pair of gray trousers, a pair of muddy black military boots, standing on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, his ordinary eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the northern sky, a little lost in thought.

At this time, a twenty-three-year-old young man with shaved crew-cut head, tall and strong figure, light eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, shirtless and only wearing camouflage pants and military boots slowly climbed to the top of the mountain and walked to the side of the old man. .

"Qilin, are you ready?" the old man didn't turn his head, still looking at the north, and said indifferently without any smoke and fire.

The young man named Qilin paused, his bottomless eyes flashed a gleam of light as if piercing the night, and said respectfully: "Master, I am looking forward to this battle."

Since then, the two of them stood quietly on the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind blew and wrinkled the cloth shirts on their bodies.

"Since the establishment of this army, he is the only strongest fighter who can win every battle and retreat completely. Because of his unlimited potential, he can turn danger into safety whenever he is in a desperate situation. In this world of killing, Emperor Seat It is an undefeated invincible myth, so I gave him a real dragon tattoo, soaring nine days away, and let him go."

The old man seemed to be trapped in the short but extremely glorious years that belonged to the throne, and said with admiration and regret.

When Qilin heard his teacher's words of admiration for the senior Di Zuo who had never met,

He was full of fighting spirit, disturbing the mountain wind around him. He knew the emperor's seat, and he had been listening to the legends about those emperor's seats since the first day he came here. Become the brightest star in this killing world, no one can block his light!

"His invincibility is too short. I can do it in just over two years." Qilin said with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

The old man turned to look at Qilin, a slight smile appeared in his eyes that could see through the vicissitudes of time, and said: "But he only took less than half a year to become the most powerful fighter in this army. The one who has improved the fastest among so many people, because God gave him a physique that is unparalleled in the world, he can withstand the cruelest devil training in the world, but you, you can't."

Qilin was so excited by his teacher's words that he wished he could put on his wings, fly from the top of the mountain, and go straight to the capital to have a showdown with the emperor!

Seeing that Qilin's fighting spirit had been fully aroused, the old man showed a meaningful smile, and said, "I thought that there was a 70% chance of you winning my mantle and the throne, but after seeing the snake, the 70% chance Success has become half-win."

"Why?" Qilin was taken aback, his heart was agitated, the teacher's words must have something to say, otherwise he would not have said these words.

The old man showed emotion, and said: "Dizuo is a man of great luck, and he must have had another opportunity. Now his strength is beyond my estimation."

"So what, even if there is a great opportunity, it won't work, because his knife has long been sheathed and blunt, and the knife in my Qilin's hand has just returned from the battlefield, and its killing intent is in full swing!" Qilin's eyes showed confidence and arrogance, retorted.

Hearing the confident words of the disciple who inherited his mantle, the old man was noncommittal, and without further words, he walked down the mountain.

"Tomorrow, let's go to the capital together."

After the old man dropped these words, he disappeared into the air in a flash. The speed was astonishingly fast, and Qilin had long been familiar with it.

"Tianzuo, your invincible golden body will be broken by my unicorn. I am the strongest trump card of this era and this army!"

The Qilin standing on the top of the mountain did not go down the mountain, but came to the place where the teacher was before, looked to the north, and said to himself in a low voice.

"The emperor's sword will never be blunt."

The old man who had already reached the foot of the mountain looked back at the top of the mountain, shook his head and smiled, and after talking to himself, he couldn't help but look forward to the emperor's seat after many years, and what kind of elegance he would have.

At this time, the old man thought that from the day Emperor Zuo enlisted in the army, no matter whether he was training or performing dangerous missions, he always fought back with victory under his suspicious eyes every time.

"Little bastard, will you always be ready to hit Lao Tzu in the face with victory at any time as you were back then?" The old man's eyes flashed with a twisted look of crazy excitement, and he muttered to himself, Looking forward to the upcoming trip to Beijing

Of course, Wang Le, who is far away in the south of the Yangtze River, does not know that the opponent he is about to meet is already full of fighting spirit under the provocation of the old guy's words, and vows to break Wang Le's myth of the throne.

This night, when Wang Le and Xu Xingen sent each other home after dinner, they didn't dare to enter her boudoir, and went straight back to the house, because the warning that Miss Mu who was far away in the capital still rings in their ears, so Wang Le Le Ke didn't expect that the emotional affairs would get out of hand.

When Wang Le returned home, Xu Xingen's resentful eyes were still dangling in his mind when he left, and he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable for a while.

As for Xu Xingen's feelings for him, Wang Le is not an idiot, and he is very clear in his heart, but when he thinks of Mu Xiyan, and Yu Sha, Chairman Yu, who has a good relationship with friends, Wang Dashao really has a headache , if they want to have a relationship with Xu Xingen again, it will be like the Yellow River flooding, and it will be out of control.

"Brother, why do you look so worried, are you worried that the junior is too awesome and you can't beat him?"

She Yi, who just came out of the room, saw Wang Le's appearance, and joked with a smile.

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