[Zhili] Biography of the Assassin: The Dragon Has No Regrets

Han Dongli slowly opened his eyes, surrounded by a soft light, the fog in front of him had not completely dissipated, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, his consciousness gradually changed from blurred to clear.

Looking around vigilantly, the furnishings in the room are very simple, but they are also extremely clean. Compared with the wing room where they live, this place is more like a study in another courtyard.

A wooden table with worn paint, two plain wooden stools, a large bookcase and a pear-blossom screen are the only pieces of furniture in this room.

Seeing that the person on the bed woke up, the man in black who was sitting on the desk writing suddenly suppressed the tiredness in his eyes and walked slowly towards the man on the bed. "Looks like you're awake, how do you feel?"

The corners of the man's lips were slightly raised, and his smile was a little warm, "Why don't you speak?"

Han Dongli let out a cry and scratched his head. "Let me think about how I got here...I have a bad memory recently, handsome guy, no, son, forgive me."

The guy in front of him is so handsome, he looks better than Pan An in ancient clothes, his face is like Song Yu, his voice is magnetic and sensual, if it is modern, he would have become a famous voice actor in the eyes of nerds and rotten girls, and he is still super good-looking kind of.This image, this style, this powerful aura emanating from all over his body, it's not even ten blocks away from those four paper figures, he deserves to be the new national male god of fans!

"Young Master just woke up, and his consciousness must be very fuzzy. Last night when the lanterns first came on, my teahouse was rarely free, so I was going to go down the street to put up lanterns. I didn't want to but saw you fainted on the side of Queqiao Street, so I carried you on your back." Come back." After the man said these words calmly, he waved his hands, and the servant in the peach gauze skirt behind him quickly put the freshly heated food into the wooden barrel box, and brought it to his hand , "I saw you pale last night, have you not eaten for a long time?"

"What, I fainted on the street last night?" Oh my god, there are so many people on the road, it's really embarrassing.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, but nodded slightly, his brows were slightly frowned when he saw the stunning face so close, and there was a momentary throbbing pain somewhere under his heart. "Yes, but I was the first to find out. You don't have to worry, young master. You should not lose any of your belongings."

Han Dongli was taken aback, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Should he tell the man in front of him that he actually came to this ghost place through time travel, and that he is a poor man with nothing to do?

Han Dongli hesitated again and again, feeling that he still couldn't hide it from others, "I actually..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's eat first." The man in Xuanyi interrupted him, slightly picked up the wooden barrel of rice in his hand, and handed it to Han Dongli. The moment he touched his hand, he His expression suddenly froze, and there was a little uneasiness in the eyes of the stunning man who was wolfing down the food at this moment.

It was also a long time since he had seen such a man with the appearance of a banished fairy. This appearance was beyond the reach of a woman, let alone a man.

"Handsome guy, I haven't asked your name yet?" Han Dongli said in a daze.

"My name is Bai Zhi."

Han Dongli almost spit out a mouthful of rice.

"Isn't this the name of the herb?" Mama Han used to like to boil Baizhi, Coix, Poria cocos porridge, and if she couldn't finish it, she would add some water to make a mask. Once, out of curiosity, he scooped a scoop with a small spoon, then The sour taste is even stronger than the old altar sauerkraut, which he will never forget in his life.

"It's the stop loss." Bai Zhi explained patiently.

The old man often said that if you stop the loss in time, you can often avoid many disasters.

Han Dongli nodded in agreement, and said with a smile: "This name sounds nice, by the way, so handsome Bai Zhi, please take care of me in the future."

Politely stretching out his right hand, seeing Bai Zhi standing there in a daze, Han Dongli took out his left hand and shook it familiarly. "You see, in our place, it's called a handshake, and it's usually only done with friends."

The corners of Bai Zhi's eyes froze, friend, are you?

Looking at the stunning man with a smile like a flower in front of him, his heart suddenly warmed up.

Friends, it sounds like a good choice.

"Handsome Bai Zhi, why are you staring at me?" Han Dongli crossed his legs on the mattress, raised his head slightly, and asked innocently.

Bai Zhi's ear tips turned red, he quickly turned his head, "It's nothing."

Han Dongli let out an oh, and then continued to pick up the rice in the wooden bowl, "Handsome Bai Zhi, you look like a Yaoguang businessman in your outfit, can you tell me something about Yaoguang's past?"

Screening away the two servants inside and outside the house, Bai Zhi brought a cushion and sat down facing Han Dongli with warm eyes.

Han Dongli was stunned for a second or two, this scene seemed somewhat familiar.

From Bai Zhi's words, Han Dongli gradually understood the unceasing and chaotic things between today's Shengshang Zhiming and his current identity. Seeing Han Dongli's complexion getting darker and darker, Bai Zhi smiled After a while, "Xiao Li, did you remember something sad?"

Just as Bai Zhi wanted to comfort him, Han Dongli shook his head, "No, no, I just think that the current Holy Majesty is too ruthless to kill his best friend for many years for his selfish desire to unify the world. heart of."

"Xiao Li really cares about the world, but since all this is a thing of the past, and the troubled times are like rain, we might as well let go of our hatred and welcome a better life." Bai Zhi stood up, holding Han Dong in distress. Li Banlou was in his arms, his eyes were clear but extremely firm.

Han Dongli nodded slightly, and suppressed all expressions.

As everyone knows, many years later, under the flowering tree, when Bai Zhifu said these words to him again, his eyes no longer revealed the glint of water, but the cruelty and solemnity of a king.

"Handsome Bai, you really look like my elder brother."

The Han family has been an only child for generations, with a single lineage. Since Han Dongli was in elementary school, he has envied those who have older brothers and sisters in their families. If you are bullied, someone will stand up for you. No matter what happens, they will stand by you. In front of you, I will always protect you.

Bai Zhi rolled his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then, Xiao Li will call me big brother from now on."

"Brother Bai."

Rubbing his black and soft hair, he glanced at Han Dongli's face again, and asked softly: "If Xiaoli needs anything else, you can ask Big Brother at any time."

After pondering for a moment, Han Dongli shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother, there's no need for that. My life is cheap. As long as I have food, drink, housing, housing and life insurance, I can do anything."

Bai Zhi was taken aback for a moment, Mo Ran's eyebrows were slowly raised, and suddenly he looked at him seriously.

Han Dongli: "emmmm...."

Just as Han Dongli was about to explain, Bai Zhi interrupted him, "Xiao Li, since you all rely on your skills for a living, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

Han Dongli scratched his head, this is also true, although he did live too cheaply in his previous life, at least, he has always been working hard for the things he likes.

It’s like treating him as 100 cents. Although you can only buy a pack of spicy strips, you can buy 200 packs of spicy strips if you treat Tang Ming as [-] yuan. The small shop will definitely not sell you [-] packs. At this time, you can take out yours. For fifty cents, just buy a pack of tissues and leave. Not only have you bought tissues, but you’ve also packed them to the brim.Since both are madeinChina's currency, not madeinAmerica, regardless of the measure of value, since they are both money, their functions are also opposite, so there is no comparison.

Ever since, Han Dongli's Theory of Relativity of Value [False Theory] was born magnificently.

Wait, just now that handsome guy Bai Zhi called himself Xiaoli, and his clothes, when he wore them, he was wearing modern clothes, why did he turn into ancient clothes in a blink of an eye? "Brother, how do you know my name is Xiaoli? Could it be that you know me?"

"Who doesn't know Han Dongli, a friend of a generation of women, you are the son-in-law of the nation in the eyes of the square dancing aunt!"

When Han Dongli heard this familiar "proverb", a smile uglier than crying appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he almost rolled off the bed.

When he was in the present world before, he acted as the male lead in an extended version of family love soap opera, which was the only time he didn’t play tricks and had a lot of roles besides "Li Kai", which was comparable to "The Temptation of Going Home" "The family ethics drama that is dozens of times more bloody, made Han Dongli a little popular. People who like him are as big as the grandma who twists her waist on the fitness equipment in the park in the middle of the street, and as young as a 40-year-old married woman , all affectionately called him "future son-in-law", and thus Han Dongli was dubbed a "friend of women" in the inexplicable Tianyu.

The wooden door was opened with a creak, only to see a crimson robe skipping around, bypassing the pear blossom screen of the hanging gauze pavilion, and coming towards him with his hands behind his back.

When he saw the person coming, a smile that was uglier than crying appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Tang...Tang Guang?!"

Han Dongli rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

Just when he raised his hand, the wrist with slightly bulging veins was tightly clamped by another light-white jade hand with distinct knuckles.

"Sister-in-law, what a coincidence, you actually wore it too!"

The author has something to say:

I wrote Chapter 10 last night. Compared with the previous ones, I feel that the style of writing is so young. Basically, there will be a turning point around Chapter □□. As for the turning point, everyone knows~

Thank you Ajiu for mine~

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