In the car behind him, Zhao Jue was lying by the window, originally admiring the moonlight, and the pleasing silhouette of the man saw Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang walking past him. Zhao Jue thought for a while, stood up and ran out, and watched the fun!

Seeing that Zhao Jue, who was still angry just now, jumped out like a rabbit, Zhao Zhen was a little curious, opened the curtains, looked out, and touched his chin.

"Zheng." Bai Chi poked him, "What are you looking at?"

"Oh." Zhao Zhen turned around, "Next time I will make an iron rack, so I will also make this look, and then turn the moon away. What do you think?"

"Oh!" Bai Chi's mouth opened in an O-shaped shape and clapped his hands "Handsome!"

Zhao Zhen touched his head, "Be good!"

Bai Jintang was reading the newspaper, but when he heard their conversation, he couldn't help but raise his head, lifted the curtains and looked at it, and saw the man under the moonlight.

Gongsun walked out at some point, and sat down, took the cigarette from his mouth and put it on himself, and pulled it to open the newspaper with a squeak.

Bai Jintang looked at him.

Gongsun gently pushed his glasses with his index finger and asked him, "Do you know what the elements of smoking and reading newspapers?"

Bai Jintang looked at him blankly.

Gongsun raised his legs and shook his furry cotton slippers on his feet, "Slippers! It's best to be flip flops!"

Bai Jintang was funny, so he simply reached out to open the curtains, leaned sideways against Gongsun, took his glasses and put them on, and looked at the situation in the distance.

Gongsun squinted his eyes and held up the newspaper, "Sure enough... glasses are more important than slippers!"

Bai Jintang turned around, pulled his tie, smiled, "Let me lean on it."

Gongsun held his head and placed it on his legs, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked out the window. In the blur of night, there was only the particularly bright moon, under the slender figure lit a second cigarette with a familiar movement.

"It turns out that inheritance is not the most magical." Gongsun suddenly said to himself.

Bai Jintang looked up, "What is that?"

Gongsun was silent for a moment and spoke, "It's blood."

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao had already walked under the iron rack.

Zhan Zhao looked up and saw that these iron racks were stacked in an interlaced manner. They should be very firm. After all, each iron pipe is as thick as an arm. It is not very tall. At most, it looks like three floors, but it is too empty around it, so it feels very high.

Bai Yutang raised his head and saw a red dot falling down slowly. When he touched the iron pipe, he splashed out scattered sparks... It fell to the ground and was a cigarette butt.

Zhan Zhao was still looking at the cigarette butts, and he felt that there was a rumor.

Bai Yutang pulled him back and saw a figure falling to the ground. He was stepping on the cigarette butt, black coat and black jeans, and he wanted to go into the ink and rolled into the white Yutang, like the sky and the earth, day and night.

Zhan Zhao looked at the person in front of him and tried to put aside the act he had just jumped off, which violated the laws of nature.

A similar face, but the slightly clear stubble on the man's chin was something that would never appear on the clean Bai Yutang's face. However... it also brought out a little bit of vicissitudes.

The two sides looked at each other for a while, and the man walked past the two of them, walked to an empty gasoline barrel not far away, picked up a long box, similar to a suitcase with a cello, and walked out behind him, but not to go back to the direction of the train, but to the outside of the station, in the distance, there was an empty darkness, and I don't know where he was going.

"Bai Ye?" Bai Yutang couldn't help asking.

The man paused and looked back at Bai Yutang, "Bai Ye is in the grave."

Zhan Zhao felt a little familiar when he heard his voice. Where did he hear it? When he thought about it, he felt inexplicably strange in his heart - it was the sound between Bai Yutang and Bai Jintang's voice.

Bai Yutang frowned, "Who are you?"

The man stared at the two of them for a moment, suddenly raised his lips gently, turned around and continued walking, while raising his hand inadvertently, and said slowly, "Zhao Jue's guardian."

"Puff..." Zhan Zhao felt relieved inexplicably and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhao Jue, who had been secretly eavesdropping behind him, rushed out and jumped out, cursing, "You are so handsome, you guys don't come back!"

Soon, the black dress disappeared into the night.

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao turned around and asked in confusion, "Who is he?"

The anger on Zhao Jue's face gradually eased, and he looked at the two of them, "What do you think?"

"He is very strong." Bai Yutang whispered, "It was him who killed Taber with the key?"

Zhao Jue suddenly laughed, stretched out his index finger and gently tapped his lips, "Shh."

Zhan Zhao frowned, Zhao Jue thought...
Chapter completed!