Rong Lang of Rebirth

Phoenix High School was boiling, and more and more people clamored for Rong Lang's autograph. In the end, the school had to come forward and suppress this crazy movement with the means of "a serious warning to those who disturb the campus order".

Rong Lang rubbed his temples with a headache, and persuaded a girl who wanted to take a photo with him to leave.

Sighing and packing up his books, the Rong family is gone, and he doesn't want to live in the Rong family's villa anymore, he went to find a house outside, and hinted that he should start again.

The grievances and grievances of the previous life are gone everywhere, and it is impossible for a person to live in resentment forever.

What's more, in this life, there is still time for everything, he wants to live once and for all for himself.

"Master."

The driver waited for him as usual, he was a little dull, but Rong Lang knew that this person was truly wise and foolish, not following the trend, not kitsch.

"Uncle Li, how long have you been at the Rong family?"

"It's been more than three years."

Li Sheng's voice was calm, maybe there was no disturbance in his heart in the past three years, and he was doing what he was supposed to do.

If there was anything that impressed him, it might be the person in front of him. Although he was a 16-year-old boy, he felt that the person had more experience than him.

"You don't need to pick me up anymore, just stay at Rong's house, take good care of the villa, and wait for Rong Xun to come back."

"Ok."

Rong Lang looked out of the window, and suddenly felt a little more relaxed. It's so good that he doesn't need to make excuses...

It's going to be another sunny day tomorrow.

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the other side of the earth.

The girl took off her blood-stained clothes, her clear face was bruised and purple, but her smile was in her eyes, and she had the smell of spring flowers blooming.

The black-faced instructor twitched the corners of his mouth, and watched the girl do two hundred push-ups in a standard manner. The scorching sun above her head made her throat smoke, and the girl's face was flushed from the sun, but the whole person was getting more and more tired. Spirit.

"Oh my God, are all Chinese girls this good?"

"God, I'm obsessed with her."

……

The black-faced instructor was a little helpless, and glanced at the few people who had just spoken. The blond boys immediately fell silent and shrugged innocently.

"Passed, let's go."

The girl seemed to have expected this answer a long time ago, the corners of her mouth were raised even more, and her whole face was shining brightly, like a blooming peony.

"Instructor Li, thank you."

"Okay, don't pay attention to domestic news anymore, your current status is not suitable."

"Yes!"

The girl saluted a standard military salute, overflowing sweat rolled down her neck to the neckline, her straight back was a bit more heroic, but her eyes were more determined than ever.

Heroine, don't give in too much.

The black-faced instructor nodded in satisfaction, and went back to the country to pick up a treasure. His sharpness and observation skills are top-notch among his age.

What made him like it even more was the ruthlessness in her body. Even though she was a teenager, she didn't show mercy when killing people, and she had perfect grasp of both strength and position.

There is even a faint bloodthirsty madness in his bones, which can only be honed by people who have been on the tip of the knife for more than ten years, or it can be called the aura, the aura of the strong.

This girl is a born special soldier!

He felt the same kind of breath in her from the very beginning, so regardless of everyone's opposition, he forced her into C·K, and she did not disappoint herself, and the amazing ability she showed successfully made all doubters shut up mouth.

He didn't know how far she could go in the future, but he was willing to do his best to send her to that throne. This girl surprised him from the very beginning, and he was the most satisfying student in his career.

There are many things in this world that ordinary people cannot understand. Perhaps in their view, killers and mercenaries are just things that exist in novels.

However, there are many unnamed corpses in every city every day, and even more well-destroyed or hidden corpses. Behind these corpses, there is often a mysterious person or a mysterious organization.

This world is not as simple as it seems on the surface. The world you don't see doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it's just that it's hidden deeply, even...

Standing behind this is the entire high-level underworld.

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"Yo, who am I? Why, isn't it a year? Where's the cell phone to call?!"

Yan Shuqi held a red wine glass in one hand, and slowly squeezed his cell phone in the other, his eyes and brows were full of teasing.

"Rong Lang, he..."

"Okay, let the Rong family go straight down, hey, let me tell you, what you're after is a rose with thorns!"

Xi Zhan seemed to laugh, and his voice came through the microphone in a low voice, and then he coughed a little muffled.

"what happened to you?"

Yan Shuqi frowned, Xi Zhan's health has always been very good, he has never had a cold or anything, if it's not a cold, then there is something wrong with other parts of his body...

"It's okay. In order to come back earlier, I took on a big task and got a little injury." The voice was casual, as if it wasn't me who was hurt at all.

Minor injury?With this person's personality, if he could get up, he would definitely wish to run to Rong Lang's side every minute.

Now that he is so useless to call himself, it is conceivable that the problem is a bit serious.

Yan Shuqi was really helpless, "Why are you in such a hurry, Rong Lang is very good, he won't be bullied." The voice was serious, with a bit of comfort.

"Shuqi, I've known Rong Lang's ability and excellence for a long time, but I don't know what kind of person he needs to make him fall in love..."

In fact, to put it bluntly, he just didn't have self-confidence. From childhood to adulthood, he was confident in everything he did, but this person gave him a taste of fear and anxiety.

In the dream a few days ago, Rong Lang abandoned himself so decisively. After waking up, it felt as if he had existed in real life, and the familiarity made his heart ache.

That thread of uncertainty piled up like this, and even in the end, he couldn't think of a reason for Rong Lang to be with him.

Before it even started, he started panicking out of nowhere...

Yan Shuqi was silent, and sighed with a headache. He never treated Rong Lang as a child, and he really couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking. Compared with Rong Lang, he felt that Xi Zhan was simpler and more straightforward.

"Come on, where is it? I'm here to worship you for what you are now."

Anyway, these two people, as long as Rong Lang doesn't let go, there will be troubles, but outsiders can't get in their way. The emotional matter is originally a matter between two people.

Xi Zhan snorted, but he also knew that this guy really cared about him.

"Xi's old house."

"Fuck! Uncle Xi didn't ask you what happened?!"

"What else can I ask, he also knows that I don't like troops."

"Just make it up."

Yan Shuqi hung up the phone, looked at the message from Rong Lang on the phone, smiled, and it was only a trivial matter for him to send the video, and it was only a matter of one sentence to convince the police, after all, the status of the Yan family was in the There it is.

It's just that he was surprised by Rong Lang's methods. He knew that this person was not simple, but he didn't expect to deal with these things quickly and ruthlessly. It was quite different from his usual modest and gentlemanly appearance, which really surprised him.

Maybe it was because of this that Xi Zhan was eaten to death.

Sighing, he drank the wine in the glass in a few sips, his slanted eyes curled up, "Looking at Flowers in the Mist" has not been offline yet, and the box office data is still rising, even if some people guessed this The result, but it really surprised him.

After Xi Zhan hung up the phone, he flicked his phone boredly. Rong Lang didn't even have a Weibo account, and his circle of friends was blank.

"Humph!"

Turning the phone in depression, I really don't understand what he is doing all day, but he can't move now, otherwise...

"Aren't you good at learning, don't plan to have your leg anymore?!"

Xi Jing was flipping through the newspaper in his hand boredly, out of the corner of his eye he spotted someone who was restless on the bed, and he squeezed the newspaper tightly with a bit of resentment.

He was lucky to have injured his leg this time, God knows, after hearing the news, he wished he could beat up the person in front of him, and ran to Changbai Mountain alone to snipe a group of fugitives, or a group of fugitives who dared to do anything and were forced to do anything with guns .

Did he think he was a god? !Everyone else can drown him with a sip of saliva. What kind of brain is needed to come up with such a crazy idea.

"Why are you rushing back?"

The tone was casual, but it wasn't hard to hear a bit of gnashing of teeth in it. If there was no reason enough to convince him, don't think about him cleaning up the mess for him next time.

Xi Zhan clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked at Xi Jing who was pretending to be calm with a half-smile, and suddenly there was evil in his eyes, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Didn't you guess it all?"

"Are you crazy?!!!"

Xi Jing stood up with a "swish" and threw the newspaper on the ground hard. His eyes couldn't tell whether it was anger or disappointment. For Rong Lang, could he even die?Has it really come to this point?

"Brother, I thought you should have known."

Xi Zhan's eyes suddenly became serious, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The two looked at each other. In the end, it was Xi Jing who was defeated.

"I don't care what you like, but there must be a limit to everything. Think about it for mom and dad. If you mess around like this again, don't think about me helping you in the future!"

"understood."

"Humph!"

Xi Jing felt a little frustrated, bent down to pick up the stack of newspapers on the ground, and put them back on the vermilion coffee table. He didn't know what he thought of, but his mood suddenly calmed down.

The weather in November is already a bit cold. In this place of Kyoto, there is almost no spring or autumn to speak of. Outside the window, the yellow and red leaves have fallen all over the ground, shivering in the cold wind, and occasionally the wind blows curls However, take them to fly farther afield.

As soon as a leaf falls, autumn is known, Xi Zhan opened the window at hand, looking at such a scenery, suddenly misses Rong Lang...