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

In the gazebo, Han Dongli sat upright, looking calmly at the familiar face in front of him.

With his legs crossed and a cynical look on his face, sometimes he is even more self-willed than him, but this little devil is not someone who can subdue him, and the only person who can subdue him is his brother, Tang Ming, the man he hated to the bone.

"Hey, how long do you have to watch? Although this handsome guy is eye-catching, but you keep staring at me like this, I will charge you for this handsome guy!" Tang Guang said, stretched out his five claws, and pointed at the table. one put. "At least 100 yuan, take the money and get the money, hurry up."

Han Dongli shook his head, this kid is really stubborn, he was like this in the last life, even though his family is so rich, he still asks Han Dongli for money all day long, saying that the money will be reserved for him to marry a wife in the future Yes, his money is his brother's money, anyway, we will be a family in the future, don't care about these details.

But now, before he crossed over, that scumbag had abandoned him... Now they are strangers, why are they called family members...

Recalling the old story, Tang Guang saw Han Dongli's eyes blushing suddenly, straightened up quickly, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his eyes. "Hey, no way, I'm joking, sister-in-law! Why are you crying? It's not a family drama. If my brother finds out that I bully you, he will definitely beat me to death!"

Han Dongli wiped the corner of his eyes, pretending to be indifferent, "Damn, I didn't cry, a mosquito flew into my eye just now."

Tang Guang knew that Han Dongli was coaxing him like a three-year-old child, his eyes rolled around, and he suddenly moved his face towards him, and said mysteriously: "I heard that there are three mes in a sentence, It's usually a sign of guilty conscience, to be honest, do you miss my brother?"

"Tang Guang, I didn't invite you here this time to listen to your talk about cross talk." Han Dongli frowned, watching this lunatic behaving like a child in front of him, thinking that this psychopath You should go through it to accept a transformation, otherwise it will be really dangerous to stay in the 21st century, bastard! !

Tang Guang's voice suddenly softened, "Then, since this is the case, do you want to ask me how I got through?"

Han Dongli shook his head, "I'm not interested."

Tang Guang was stunned for a moment, his head was covered with black lines. He obviously didn't expect that Han Dongli, who always likes to play cards according to common sense, would answer like this, and he couldn't help gossiping, "What are you interested in? Is it my brother? Or that handsome guy Bai Zhi in black clothes?"

Han Dongli was still shaking his head, but this time he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Tang Guang. The corner of his eyes was just a slight glance. The young, pure, not-yet-opened but full of anticipation made him hesitate for half a second. . "What I'm interested in is to take back everything that the person I am now should have."

Tang Guang was stunned for a while, then suddenly frowned and smiled, "I think, I can help you."

Liuxie Pavilion is a safe place in a corner.

Zhi Ming was in a daze, leaning against the ridge of the door as if tired, the spring rain was falling outside the house, falling on the long eaves and blue tiles, the sound was clear and clear.

"Your Majesty misses Lord Murong again?" Xiaopang sighed softly, walked a little faster behind him, and attached a fur coat to his shoulders. "It's cold in the spring, Your Majesty, it's better not to freeze your body."

"This time I came to Yaoguang not only to avoid the limelight in the court, but also to satisfy my thoughts. Now that the civil strife in the court has subsided, and the rebellious party in the court has been eliminated, now I am already a It's time to go back." Zhi Mingyu said to himself, and handed the light yellow letter paper in his hand to Xiaopang, and Xiaopang took the letter with both hands, his face suddenly changed a little.

"Your Majesty, are you planning to stop looking for Lord Murong?" Xiaopang was slightly surprised.

His Majesty, for the past three years, has always believed that Lord Murong is not dead, and that they will be able to meet again alive, because His Majesty believes that as long as the pear tree's pear blossoms don't wither for a day, Ah Li will live in the world one day. In this world, whether it is Juntian or overseas, or the time and space that they have never been to, he always believes that Ah Li is always alive.

Zhiming paused for a moment when he heard this, laughed at himself, and looked at Xiaopang with a serious expression, "There is no such thing as Lord Murong in this world, Yaoguang has become a county, every inch of the world is Everywhere is my land of Tianquan, people in later generations only know Tianquan Sheng Zhiming, but they don't know Yaoguang King Murongli."

Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, looking at his master's lonely back, he couldn't bear it for a while.

How much of what his master said was true and how much was false?

Xiaopang pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands in a bow, and stepped back slowly.

"A Li, this is the third year, I have already waited for it, maybe you really hate me, that's why you don't want to meet me, if that's the case, then I won't force you, I only wish you everything Well, Changle Weiyang." Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

I will sit on this country, and there will be no more wars, bloodshed and sacrifices in the world.This king will always work hard to govern, so that the people of Juntian can enjoy a prosperous age forever, and protect A Li, with eternal auspiciousness and profound blessings.

Everyone in the world knows that before the current emperor Zhiming ascended the throne, that is, during the period when he was the king of Tianquan, he was idle and idle all day long, searching for the world's most precious treasures, only for the Bomei to laugh.Zhong Kunyi, a counselor of Tianshu, once wrote such a sentence: Tianquan is rich, and it is common to sing and sing in the palace every night. Tianquan people are happy and happy. If they were born in a peaceful age, it would be a good thing.

It's just that the world is divided into four kingdoms, and there is no peace and prosperity in the world except Tianquan. If the Zhiming king is greedy for cloud and music, one day, Tianquan will be destroyed, and Tianquan's century-old foundation will also be ruined. On the Zhiming King.

Zhong Kunyi guessed the beginning correctly, but did not expect the end.

"How did you not expect the end?"

The storyteller wiped his beard, just now he was interrupted by the yellow-haired boy in front of him, and he was a little out of breath for a while.

"I know what will happen next, everyone, please listen to the next chapter." With a light shake of his hand, he took a sip of the tea, placed the blue and white tea cup on the sandalwood table, put away the folding fan at his waist, and got up to leave.

"What, doesn't this whet everyone's appetite? We want to refund the money, refund the money!"

"That's right, isn't this the money of our people? I think this storyteller is also a charlatan. I worked in the palace for a few years. Our Majesty was reviewing memorials on the Zhanghua Terrace every day. And our king back then was the assistant of Lantai Ling of Tianquan, you are good, but now you have come to slander our king, saying that our king's seductiveness has wronged the country, what should you do?"

"That's right! That's right!"

Eyes the size of peach kernels narrowed their surroundings, and saw that the guest officials listening to the book around the teahouse were all booing with him, and the old storyteller raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily: "I'm over sixty years old, how dare I talk nonsense?" !"

The storyteller's words didn't have much effect, like a drop of water sinking into the sea without splashing a wave.

"Come on, our ears are getting calluseed by the current storyteller's rhetoric. Relying on the old and selling the old to win sympathy, do you think our money is so easy to cheat?" A dark-skinned Tianquan man wearing a buckskin scarf sneered. With a sound, he put the teacup in his hand heavily on the table, making a muffled "bang".

Han Dongli and Bai Zhi, who were chatting enthusiastically in the inner room on the second floor of the teahouse, sensed that there seemed to be noises outside the house, and went to explore the outside of the house, only to find that there were a few burly guest officials who were provoking trouble, and immediately became angry Come here, lift your foot and go downstairs.

"Xiao Li." Bai Zhi pulled him back immediately, "I'm used to seeing these people, I'll deal with them, without my order, you are not allowed to go down." His long and slender fingers were drawn back, and Bai Zhi tilted his head. , Min Min went downstairs, Han Dongli couldn't help feeling dazed as he watched his thin and tall back and the remaining warmth in his hands.

As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, he suddenly collided with a man in white wearing half a silver mask. The man apologized faintly, but Bai Zhi nodded slightly and walked downstairs.

The author has something to say:

【Your brother Baizhi is online~】

Awei likes the character of Brother Bai Zhi very much, and said that the fan-folding son who is as gentle as jade [Honey Blush], it is said that when I named him, there happened to be an A3 blank paper next to my mobile phone, so the name Brother Bai Zhi was chosen. Gorgeous birth~

On the new list, Kai Sen^_^

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