Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

"You all are like that."

One sentence of the past, one sentence of understatement, just want people to let go. If the past is really like clouds and smoke, how can there be so many people in the world who are stuck in trouble for half their lives, and end up in prison with hatred!

Tan Junxi is not.

If it doesn't happen to me, I don't know the pain. One sentence of pity and one sentence of innocence overshadows the 17-year-old understatement.

Every snowflake and sound is a perpetrator.

After that, there were countless knives and screams beyond count.

The white shirt was stained with blood, splattered on the glasses, on the face, on the pale skin.

"why?"

"Why back then..." In the end, Tan Junxi's voice was almost choked up. He was the one who committed the murder, and he is the one who begged now, "Just don't let her go..."

She begged for help for three full hours, and she never had the chance to let go, not even once!
Tan Junxi has too many reasons, he is unwilling, he hates, he is crazy.

On the top of Nanping Mountain, the sky and the earth are one color, vast and vast.

The flames shot straight into the sky, and even the heavy snow could not stop the catastrophe. The entire steel plant was on the verge of collapse following the explosion.

There are still more than 20 surviving ancient warriors, and they are entangled with Shen Qingzhuo. This generation of Patriarchs is not good, and as the only direct bloodline of the family, they are bound to bring Shen Qingzhuo back, no matter what the cost!
Shen Qingzhuo had a lot of wounds on his body, the black coat was stained a darker color with blood, and there was blood on his face, but his eyes were ruthless. At this moment, he suppressed the coldness of the youthful feeling in the past, and more The bloody smell of ancient imperial autocracy.

The flames reflected half of his face red, making him even more ghostly.

"Shen Qingzhuo!"

A familiar but hoarse voice broke through the wind and snow, startled the flames, and fell heavily on the ears.

far away.

Someone staggered and ran towards him.

When Jiang Li'an saw such a scene, seeing the blood on his body, it was almost beyond what he had known in 18 years, his heart was about to burst, he didn't care about the raging fire, he didn't care about the pain in his ankle, and ran towards him without hesitation!
Hair messy, stumbled.

Behind her is light.

"do not come--!"

A cold and stern voice rolled out of his throat, and it was too late.

The steel bars piled up in the steel factory, accompanied by the burning fire, fell heavily towards her!

Tearing anyone's eyes.

The distance is too far, even if you run forward, you can't touch it at all.

Tan Junxi was still holding a bloody knife in his hand, and Shen Weishan was dying at his feet. Just as he was about to make up the last knife, his eyes suddenly froze, and then he saw an unbelievable figure——

"Jiang Li'an!"

Another heart-piercing voice sounded, and Jiang Yelu half-abandoned the car and walked up to the top of the mountain. Just watching that scene, his heart stopped suddenly.

Without thinking at all, he stood in front of Jiang Li'an.

He is pushed away.

"Boom—"

The fire was raging, the steel bars broke, and they slammed down on people.

At the very moment, someone pushed Jiang Ye away, threw Jiang Li'an on the ground, and used his body to protect her.

The steel bar hit Tan Junxi's back abruptly, so sharp that it almost pierced through the heart!

The fire is still spreading, thick smoke is billowing, the cold wind is howling, and heavy snow is flying on the high mountains, falling on everyone, and the fine coolness penetrates to the bone marrow.

The whole world is silent and collapsed.

Jiang Li'an was pressed in his arms, then trembling, touched blood on his hands.

"Tell you not to come out...you just don't listen..." There was an intermittent and forbearing voice, and the extreme pain pierced through the heart and lungs.

The steel bars fell heavily on the back, and the bones shattered. Even so, Tan Junxi never let go of Jiang Li'an, his vision was blurred, and he saw Jiang Ye's horrified face, but he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

Tan Junxi's few soft-heartedness and kindness in his life were only given to Jiang Ye.

He really regarded Jiang Ye as a friend, his only friend, and tried to let go of being an ordinary person, but he really couldn't do it.

"sorry."

A voice mixed with sighs fell softly, suppressing deep pain, like fallen leaves returning to their roots, annihilated in the wind and snow.

In a word, when he heard Jiang Ye's liver and gallbladder burst, his heart suddenly became empty, and the howling wind poured into the bloody hole.

Forever, utterly, what is lost.

Tan Junxi exhausted his last strength, pushed Jiang Li'an towards Jiang Ye, and seemed to smile at him, but didn't say the name in his throat, and looked vaguely at Shen Weishan and Shen Qingzhuo over there.

From the very beginning, he never wanted to let anyone go.

Tan Junxi pressed the final remote control button with a smile on his lips.

"boom--!!"

Tongues of flames swept across the iron and steel plant. Shen Weishan was struggling to crawl out, but was caught in the explosion!

Even Shen Qingzhuo's figure was submerged in the flames.

Maybe he will die, maybe he won't, it depends on Shen Qingzhuo's fate.

Tan Junxi lay on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and every breath was painful.

He hadn't finished solving the murderer back then, so he was going to be buried with others.

How can you be willing?
When his consciousness was sluggish, Tan Junxi saw the year when he was a child through the snowy light.

He is too tired.

He really wanted to sleep.

The sound of the explosion was earth-shattering, and the steel plant was crumbling.

"Qingzhuo, Qingzhuo, save me!" Shen Weishan firmly grasped the boy's leg, screaming and begging for mercy, "I am your father! You must save me!"

Blood dripped from Shen Qingzhuo's fingertips, and in the middle of the fire, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Shen Weishan.

Shen Weishan seemed to see hope, and hugged Shen Qingzhuo's leg even more tightly.

Then, Shen Qingzhuo smiled, raised her foot, and kicked Shen Weishan heavily into the sea of ​​flames under the hopeful eyes of the other party!

At this moment, there is no revenge for the joy of childhood, nor the sadness of the death of the biological father.

All the past, burned in this fire.

The blizzard was flying, the fire was raging, everything was crumbling, his clothes were blown up by the wind, he came out of the fire, bent down and hugged Jiang Li'an.

"Brother..." Shen Siyue stood outside with a pale face, and when she saw the two people who came out, tears welled up in her eyes.

Snow stopped.

There is a rising sun in the sky.

The sky is bright and the sky is bright.

everything is over.

Everything is going in a good direction.

Southtown Center Gymnasium.

All the fans were sitting in the auditorium, looking forward to it.

There is still half an hour before the concert starts.

As for Shen Qingzhuo, there has been no news at all.

"What to do, what to do?!" Someone scratched his hair anxiously, and said backstage: "I really don't want to give him an accident as an excuse to cancel this concert."

"Do you think fans will believe everything?" The manager squatted on the ground, drawing circles to himself, cursing Shen Qingzhuo.

"There's still half an hour left. I'm afraid he won't be able to make it back in time. How can I explain to the higher-ups now?"

"I think he can come back." Zuo Duo interrupted abruptly. He sat by the window and said again, "Brother Zhuo, I never lost."

"Wait a little longer, half an hour, I can't afford to wait."

"But if not, the performance will start at that time. How can we explain it? Are we going to dance the big Yangko together and dance in the square?"

"If you say that, it's not impossible."

At nine o'clock in the morning, the concert officially begins!