Immortality Cultivation Era

In the dark basement, it is very quiet. I can only hear the sound of the ticking. It may be that one of the faucets is not tightened, or the water pipe in the wall is cracked. Take a deep breath and the moldy air is moist.

A light hanging from the ceiling, the light is dim.

There are no wallpapers on the walls, no floors on the ground, a layer of cement, and a wooden frame bed with bottles and jars underneath the labels of various brands of beer. There are still one-fifth of the remaining bottles. Residual, mixed with musty.

On the bed, there was a man lying down, his body curled up, his trembling, his face pale, and a layer of sweat on his head, like the layer that evaporated on the lid when the water boiled.

He seemed to be in a semi-conscious state, opening his mouth and shouting the name of a girl.

The face is full of painful colors.

Even in this state, he still has a sword around him. It seems that only in this way can he have a sense of security.

Suddenly.

He sat up from the bed.

There is still fear in his eyes, but when his hand is placed on the sword, the fear in his eyes disappears in an instant, leaving only resentment.

He struggled and climbed up from the bed, his legs still trembled, as if supporting the body, it took a lot of effort.

He stumbled and walked over to the table, reaching out and picking up the glass placed on it. The water inside looked a bit muddy. I don’t know how long it took, but now he seems to have been unable to control it. Into the throat.

Put down the cup, hold the table with both hands, and take a breath, sweat dripping down the chin.

On the table, there was also a layer of gray, but the only photo frame placed on the table was still spotless.

The girl in the photo, dressed in a white dress, looks sweet, slightly squinting her head, and placing her hand on her forehead is like blocking the sun, and the pure smile is very appealing.

The man was pale and his lips were chapped, but he still opened his mouth and smiled weakly.

He reached out and picked up the photo frame.

Gently kissed the photo across the glass.

Then his face changed again.

One hand, holding his chest.

The tremor of the body has accelerated.

The energy in the body, like the water in the pond, is being quickly drained.

"咔嚓".

The photo frame in the hand fell to the ground, and the glass on the top of the floor was torn apart. The man’s body crashed down and made a loud noise.

Turn around...

When the man opened his eyes again, he found that the environment in which he was living had changed a lot.

Forbidden chandeliers, soft bedding, and the smell of a sub-cleaner.

He suddenly sat up from the bed and found that the sword was still around, and he slowly relaxed.

"咔", the door was suddenly pushed away.

Wearing a robe of robes, waving at him, the other hand holding a cup of steaming coffee.

"Wake up?"

Seeing the singer, the man’s pupil suddenly shrank and quickly grabbed his sword.

"Okay, if I really want to kill you, you have already died." Gao Ge did not have a good air.

The man still holds the sword in his hand, but think back, I think the song is correct.

As far as my own situation is concerned, if the other party is killing, he should now be pushed to the crematorium.

"I introduce myself, my name is Gaoge, and I sing high songs." Gao Ge finished, tasted the coffee, licked his mouth and felt that he might be fooled. The hotel waiter said that this is a cat coffee, hehe, obviously. There is no smell of cats.

"How can I be here?"

"Can you still live in that place before?" Gao Ge asked.

The man did not speak again.

"You call Mo Ron, right?"

"Ok."

Gao Ge took a chair and sat down. He placed the coffee on the glass table at hand and meditated for a moment. He said, "Have you been hiding in the basement?"

"how did you find me?"

"You a friend and I said, a person named Xiaojin is a colleague of your previous bar, but I have already resigned. I found it very hard, because the basement is what he rented to you, but I think you It may have been pitted, because he rented six hundred dollars a month and sublet it to you for eight hundred. Are you stupid?"

"..." The heart twitched.

This person, what are you saying?

"You want to kill that wise duo?"

It’s amazed.

Gao Ge slaps his head: "It is Liu Rui, Song Zhi."

When I heard these two names, my eyes were red, and the hand holding the sword kept shaking.

"You are shaking when you sleep, now shaking again, Parkinson?"

Mo Ron yelled: "Why are you saving him!"

"Because my mission is to kill you, or take you away." Gao Ge calmly said, "You have caused a lot of trouble for our stable and harmonious society. Have you not realized it yourself?"

"You are a policeman?"

"No, I am even more advanced than the police." Anyway, no one else now, sings naturally and shamelessly, and reveals a mysterious atmosphere.

"I can't die now," Moran said.

"Your girlfriend..."

"Shut up!" Mo Ran once again raised the volume, then held his own head, a look that was unbearable.

In fact, what is going on in the end, Gaoge can guess that according to the information.

So now the reaction of Moran is so intense, it is also expected.

Gao Ge sighed and sipped a cup of coffee, or did not drink the taste of a cat licking, could not help but vomit a sentence, if Xia Wei is here, it will definitely say: You drink blue mountain coffee, there are trees Did the scorpion smell?

Fortunately, no!

"You can kill Liu Rui, Song Zhi, but have you ever thought about what is your end?"

"As long as they die, how about my death?!"

Ok! This buddy is already on the head.

In fact, it is normal to think about it carefully.

If you change yourself, the reaction may be more intense than him.

Gaoge is not a good person, but it is definitely not a bad person.

He has no principles, otherwise he will not save the money of the Liu family.

The power of the stars that had been given to Moran before had caused some consumption, but it took some time to recover completely.

He is willing to look at the problem from the perspective of Mo Ran.

One thing, the wrong is wrong, the right is right.

People live in this world, and they must be punished if they do something wrong.

If one day, there is no evil report, no good report, no hell.

How terrible is that world?

Having said that,

Doorbell rang.

Gao Ge brows a wrinkle, took a deep breath, slowly stood up and walked toward the door.

Standing at the door, he shook his fist at Moun and told him in such a way: prepare for the battle!

Mo Ran stunned, and also shook his fist at the high song, then hammered his chest, like a hip hop singer.

Gaoge: "???"