Kuiba Longming

The congressmen who hadn't spoken before also began to speak, discussing the solution...

After the meeting, the general manager stayed in the conference room with the leader of the secret sect. The man who was as sharp as a sword before was much more gentle and honest, and he moved to the side of the general manager with a smiling face. Is it alright to pretend?"

"Exaggerated..." The chief took a sip of strong tea, squinted his eyes, the man watched him sit down, and complained casually, "There are more and more affairs in the council of the Asian Federation, and it is getting harder and harder for the secret sect to interfere. of."

"Why do you care about this? If you can't intervene, just let them do it...Just give the position of my general manager to someone else."

"Master, you didn't do much..."

"How many times do I need to tell you before you can remember, it's fine to call me the chief or my name, don't bring up the secret sect's affairs to the public...it's no good," the chief frowned impatiently, " Have you visited that tomb?"

"I've seen it...it looks like the tomb of a occult cultivator, but it's seriously damaged. I can't tell if it's true or not. There's nothing in the tomb. The deputy director of the Asian Union has indeed tried his best to investigate," the man paid attention to the director. His expression seemed to be very afraid of making the other person angry.

"...the tomb of the secret sect," the chief executive opened his eyes, "Long Ming is a thousand-year-old Kuiba, which happened about 1000 years ago. It should be around my calamity... Why don't I remember when the secret sect Who in the world has such a good friend who makes you fight to the death?"

The man bowed his head and remained silent. The master is a cultivator who has lived for thousands of years. What Jiang Huang doesn't know, he, a new consul of the secret sect, will certainly not know.

"I don't know how the master's little apprentice is doing?" Although that Jiang Languang should be older than himself, right?But the Consul couldn't think of a good name for him when he thought of his inexperienced youthful appearance.

Jiang Huang glanced at him, "Leave if you can't find a topic, and slow down that Quiba's investigation of the case to some extent... Don't waste your time here, go."

The man nodded and got up, his figure passed through the door and disappeared into the meeting room.

……

Into the night

The chief was lying on his side on the bed, breathing steadily and peacefully, and seemed to be sleeping deeply.

The wind with snow in it beat against the windows. The colder the wind and snow, the more violent it was, making the house warmer and more peaceful.

The window was tapped lightly again, as if water droplets fell on the ground, and then there was silence for a long time.

Long Ming closed the window, turned his head and glanced at the man sleeping peacefully on the bed, and after making sure that there was no sound waking up the chief executive, he walked carefully to the side of the bed, watching quietly, not daring to breathe too loudly.

"Would it be interesting to watch me sleep?" The chief executive said flatly with his eyes closed.

"...I miss you," Long Ming's voice was not normal, and the snow on his body dripped to the ground, and there was still a faint blood. dream?Jiang Huang smiled and pinched the center of his eyebrows, with a helpless expression. Recently, everything revolved around that Kuiba, even in his dreams.

"Brother, look I made one of you..." Jiang Languang stuck a radish into the snowman's face, and patted the snow on the gloves with satisfaction. The afternoon sun was just right, and the two were basking in the sun in the yard.

"Is this what I look like?" the chief director asked, looking at the pile of squat snowmen that looked like flattened Michelin tires.

"Probably? Doesn't it look like it? Then this is Long Ming...Brother, when will he come over again?"

"Have you learned everything I taught you? If you have learned it, you can practice Kuipah yourself, okay?" The chief lowered his head and flipped through the book indifferently.

"...It's different," Jiang Languang lowered his head and sat next to Jiang Huang, taking a peek at him.

"Go back, don't get too cold," the chief executive looked up at Jiang Languang's reddened nose, and reached out to rub his soft hair.

……

Long Ming leaned behind the desk in the corner of the office, typing on the computer.

There were extinguished cigarette butts all over the ground, and those eyes were still bloodshot.

"Sir...you haven't slept for several days, take a rest," the young man opened the door and walked in. He immediately saw the agent who was working non-stop, and rubbed his cold hands embarrassingly.

"..." Long Ming threw another cigarette butt on the ground. He wanted to sleep, but without that person by his side, he couldn't even close his eyes... It was even more annoying to check, and the clue pointed to a certain place... ...what if it really is the Asian Union?I'm sorry Zhou Mingyu if I don't investigate, if I investigate thoroughly...he must have something to hide, right?What will happen if we check it out?

"Sir?" The young man pulled a stool and sat opposite Long Ming, "...Did you find anything? The general gave me half a month, and it's almost half over."

"Wait for those people to come and tell them to be on call at any time, I'll go out for a while," Long Ming got up and walked straight outside, the young man stood up with a surprised expression, "Hey! Sir, it's snowing outside, you wear a... coat... "

"Crack!" The door had already been drawn to the door, the young man withdrew his hand grabbing the coat, blinked and sat back on the chair, "What's going on? What's the matter, sir, in such a hurry?"

Not long after Long Ming walked out, he found someone following him.

There should be no less than five, and none of them are ordinary people.

Kuiba turned into the alley, sat in the modified car parked there earlier in the morning, quickly extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it out the window, and then started the car.

As expected, he was followed by someone, and the other party drove the car to keep a close distance.

Long Ming drove towards the outskirts of the city restlessly, going around for a long time without getting rid of anyone.

The people following behind seemed neither arrogant nor impetuous, they kept following from a distance but never approached.

After staying up for a while, the car following suddenly found that the car in front was not moving, and stopped by itself. Several people looked ahead in the car in doubt... There was a sound of footsteps coming from the car cover above their heads...