My Cold And Beautiful CEO

The cold wind, a little drizzle falling, soaked~wet the earth.

Babao Mountain is an isolated remnant hill on the plain in front of Xishan Mountain in Beijing, with a height of about 130 meters. The mountain is low and gentle, extending in the northeast direction. At the southern foot of the original Lingfu Temple built by monk Haiyun from the Yuan Dynasty to the Zhengzheng period, it is now renamed Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery.

A black car stopped at the foot of the mountain, the door opened, and a handsome, expressionless young man with a sad vicissitudes all over his body stepped down first. His eyes were clear and bright, he was wearing a black suit that he hated and seldom wore at ordinary times, and there was a white chrysanthemum on his chest that was obviously picked just now.

He took out a big bag from the car, opened a black umbrella, and strode towards the mountain. Qiu Lin and Zhang Chao also got out of the car. They were also solemnly dressed, wearing white chrysanthemums on their chests, and holding two bouquets of chrysanthemums in their hands. .

The three of them could not walk into the Revolutionary Cemetery. Qin Hao kept walking, walked through the large ~ large ~ large ~ piece of cemetery, and went straight to the most remote corner. This is a small corner that basically has no boundary with other people. There are seven solitary tombs.

The knot is far from the enemy's ball Youyang Dugu ball

Knot is far more than enemy ball Youyang Dugu ball Looking at the seven graves in front of him, Qin Hao's heart suddenly burst into anger. During their lifetime, they did not get the honor they deserved, and they did not fulfill their wishes. After death, they were even more desolate, like lonely ghosts floating in the vast world, only to be left with seven tombs with nothing in their clothes.

Unlike the tombs we saw just now, these seven tombs have no names, no code names, no photos, no tombstones, and nothing related to identity information is here.

Moreover, there is no trace of worship here, it is simply cold and shabby.

Looking at the seven graves in front of him, Qin Hao's heart suddenly burst into anger. During their lifetime, they did not get the honor they deserved, and they did not fulfill their wishes. After death, they were even more desolate, like lonely ghosts floating in the vast world, only to be left with seven tombs with nothing in their clothes.

Forcibly suppressing the boundless anger in his heart, Qin Hao threw the umbrella aside and let the drizzle wet his hair and suit. Opening the bag, Qin Hao was about to take out the sacrifice, Qiu and Lin wanted to help, but Qin Hao stopped him: "Put the flowers down, wait for me outside..."

The two knew that this place did not belong to them, and they came here just to express their respect and admiration for the seven warriors represented by the seven graves, they put down the flowers and left.

Qin Hao took out the offerings and arranged them in the same way as before when his brothers gathered together to eat and drink. He took out two bottles of Wuliangye original wine and put one bottle in front of him and another bottle opposite him. Think about it. It might not be enough, so I took out another six bottles and placed them on the opposite side.

This is the most common drink of brothers,

It is also one of the strongest baijiu, with an alcohol content as high as 72%. Every time you return to the station after a mission, during the rare breaks, the brothers will go to the cooking class to let Qin Haolu prepare the spirits. Sitting together drinking in big bowls and eating meat with big mouthfuls.

For them at that time, this kind of time was almost snatched from the hands of death, and it was the only way for them to vent and relax.

"Brothers, it's Haozi who came late. I should have come to see you three years ago. I'm sorry. I'll punish myself!"

Qin Hao grabbed the Wuliangye in front of him, opened the bottle with a slap, raised his neck and poured the wine into his mouth in big gulps, drinking a full third of it before giving up. I don't know if it was because he lost his cultivation. , Qin Hao's ability to dissolve alcohol seems to be no longer what it used to be, and his eyes have become foggy.

While drinking, he narrated everything that had happened over the years, like chatting with a friend about family affairs, took a sip, poured a sip, and soon, the eight bottles of Wuliangye were exhausted, and at least one-third of them went into Qin Hao's stomach .

Qin Hao took the bag again, this time it was a burning knife. While taking the wine, he seemed to be dazed and said to himself: "I know that brothers will not be happy with such a small amount of wine, I also prepared the instructor's favorite burning knife Instructor, I met my uncle and aunt this time, and took Yuanyuan to me. You can rest assured that you are under Jiuyuan, and I will take good care of them... Come, drink..."

The rain was still falling, profusely, and had already wet Qin Hao's whole body. The rain dripped down the hair on Qin Hao's temples. Lonely people and lonely graves came into view like a picture scroll, shrouded in a sad and painful atmosphere. .

There is no separation between tobacco and alcohol, and after drinking alcohol, cigarettes are naturally indispensable. Even though it is still raining, Qin Hao still lights up cigarettes over and over again, until he has lit all seven cigarettes before lighting one himself.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a handful of chocolates from his pocket. If Qin Hao learned cigarettes from his brothers, this chocolate was just the opposite. Qin Hao chewed a piece of chocolate all day long, which made everyone very strange. They could feel Qin Hao's obsession with this small snack. Over time, somehow Qin Hao also developed the habit of eating.

"Brothers, after this farewell, I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again in the future. Haozi will never forget your enmity and resentment. As long as I, Qin Hao, can still live, one day I will seek justice for you and let those Those who framed our brothers will pay the price!"

Standing up slowly, Qin Hao wiped the rain off his face casually, suddenly picked up a bottle of burning knife and poured it on his head, suddenly smashed the bottle to the ground, and yelled towards the woods behind the cemetery: "Don't do it again!" Hide and hide, come out!"

Following Qin Hao's yell, a group of birds suddenly startled in the silent woods, a rustling sound came from the depths, followed by a loud laugh: "What a emperor, what an underground world!" The emperor, even if he has no cultivation base, he still has good fighting power, and he can even find my trace!"

A figure flew out from the depths of the woods, stood on the tree trunk and looked down at Qin Hao, with a long knife slung across his waist, and the long hair in the shawl fluttered with the wind, not soaked by the rain~ Wet even the slightest bit was blocked by true energy outside.

The visitor glanced at the surrounding environment, with a regretful expression on his face, he shook his head and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that a strong man like you will die here today, but it's okay, this is a cemetery, so it's saved It took a lot of effort to let you and your brother be buried here together, it can be considered that I have a benevolent heart, and I am a beautiful person!"

The enemy, the hostile and the hostile, the hostile and the hostile

Even at a distance of several feet, Qin Hao can still feel the domineering aura and murderous aura from the other party, especially those blood-drinking eyes, which don't seem to be looking at people at all, as if they are watching the upcoming The prey hunted by oneself is average.

However, he didn't have the slightest timidity and fear. Instead, he felt a sense of unhappiness. The battle in his chest was burning fiercely, and his pair of star eyes looked directly at the swordsman, without any intention of shrinking back.

He has always been the only one who is arrogant, when will it be his turn to shout arrogantly in front of him? What's more, after meeting his comrades, he became more and more depressed and angry. It was a coincidence that the other party came. Coincidentally, he wanted to vent his anger immediately.

"Who is coming? Registration number, I never kill anyone who is unknown!" Qin Hao walked through the seven tombs and walked to the forest, but he never took his eyes off the swordsman.

The swordsman also seemed to have sensed Qin Hao's intentional provocation, and he smiled even more. He waved his hands, flicked his sleeves, and said loudly, "Meng Jiutian, the swordsman, is here to take your life by order of the Dragon Lord. , to avenge the Dragon Gang’s Tianhai’s humiliation, and the Golden Dragon Guard’s brotherly hatred! Human Sovereign, tremble, next year’s today will be your death day!”

ps: If there is no accident today, there will be four updates, and there will be two more updates, please ask for flowers, please. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Old iron! Still looking for "My Bingshan Beauty President" free novel?

Baidu direct search: "" Read free novels, nothing wrong!

( = )