Qi Shuinxian did say that it seemed that Xiang Dongqing would not be like this again in the future. He didn't remember clearly, but Xiang Dongqing cared about it very much.
He nodded gently, hugged Xiang's sister's delicate body into his arms, and said, "Don't worry, let's go and look at the ruins, and I may be inspired by it."
If it weren't for the tight time, Qi Jianxian would even want to try to visit more historical sites and understand the revolutionary spirit along the way.
Demons are all modern cities that have created huge GDP for the country and are also an international financial metropolis.
However, even in such a modern big city, there are still ancient and old and dilapidated warehouses in the city center.
Such a building is preserved to allow future generations to witness history, to prevent ancestors from being forgotten, and also to preserve history.
Xiang Dongqing drove the car and took Qi to the near the warehouse, found the parking lot to park the car, and then joined hands with him to visit the warehouse full of war.
Walking in this old ruin, Qi Shin-ming took a deep breath and could vaguely hear the long-standing gunfire and the roaring gunfire.
No matter what purpose is behind this battle, the soldiers who sacrificed for it are worthy of respect and remembrance.
The two walked into the showroom, where there were documents and some guns, shells, flags, etc. left behind...
"How courage does it take to keep here?" Xiang Dongqing couldn't help asking.
"I don't know." Qi Jingxian could not comment on this, and there was only a sense of pride and admiration in his heart.
Here he felt the heavy and bloody atmosphere of history, of course, there was also passionate and endless heroism.
Close your eyes and you can also hear the revolutionary cry from the depths of your heart.
"Clark said he wanted to capture the dragon of China and capture these dragons that we claim to be the descendants of the dragon. However, everyone has such temperament. Can he capture it again?" Qi Jianxian felt a little relieved and
Inspiration.
"We all have the courage to devote ourselves to the revolution, like Lu Zhanlong, like Chu Wudao..."
"Can those iron fists imprison us?"
Walking around in this warehouse, feeling, and looking at the bullet marks and gun holes, he felt more and more excited.
He couldn't help but think of the people who spontaneously picked up the ak47 to resist, and the roars of "Gun in your hand, follow me."
"Sure enough, the mind will not feel pain, nor will it bleed, nor will it die..." Qi Shenxian said in a low voice, and he saw a bloody handprint on a flag.
This bloody handprint was obviously left by the soldiers of that year. Looking at this bloody handprint, he seemed to have the illusion of talking to the revolutionary soldiers of that year.
People back then may not have any very profound philosophical ideas. They might just think about defending their country, and some even just think that they should obey the orders of their superiors.
But it was such a group of people who gathered incredible combat power, making this small warehouse the focus of attention of the whole world.
Qi Jixian was calm and held Xiang Dongqing's hand and carefully visited the site. He had read all the documents recorded in the text, and even looked at every bullet hole.
past.
"How did my ancestors understand the mystery of the indestructible Vajra in the past?"
"All glory belongs to the people..."
"Is this his great ambition? But why does this history still repeat the same mistakes, and the people are always the objects of sacrifice and exploitation."
Qi Xin thought about it casually, thinking that his ancestors might have the heart of Lu Zhanlong, treating the pain of the world as his own, and throwing himself into the water and fire, trying to change all this.
After walking around, he found that he was still feeling unsatisfied.
"How does it feel?" Xiang Dongqing couldn't help asking.
"It feels good!" Qi Xinxian nodded.
Xiang Dongqing said, "Then when will you go back?"
Qi Shunxian said, "I'll go back tomorrow. Clark is waiting for me. I can't run around anymore. I have to calm down and deal with him."
Although the two have not yet confronted each other, the spiritual competition has begun. It depends on who can't hold back in the preparations during this period of time.
"Then let's go have a meal and then go home to rest." Xiang Dongqing said, "You have worked hard recently and have got so much rice gold. I have to reward you."
Qi Jianxian couldn't help laughing. The billion-meter gold was tricked by Tianlang from Jie Pengren, and the two creditors were nailed to death by Jiuheng on the street afterwards. This account became nothing.
The head case is here.
Of course, even if we investigate, Qi Shuinxian would only ask them to go to Snow Country to find Gusinsky, which was all his business.
"The battle between me and Clark will inevitably be famous in history. Perhaps, when future generations come, they can feel the state of mind at this moment."
"At this moment, when I stood in this warehouse, I could also feel the heroic spirit of my ancestors when they sacrificed their heads and shed their blood."
Before leaving, Qi turned around, took a look, and then commented.
Xiang Dongqing said: "Yes, but only if you survive and Clark dies."
After having a meal, after walking casually for a while, Qi Wenxian followed Xiang Dongqing back to her mansion.
It was dark at this time, so Xiang Dongqing said he wanted to take a shower.
It is rare to take the initiative to my sister.
Listening to the drizzle of water in the bathroom, Archbishop Qi couldn't help but look forward to it.
About ten minutes later, Xiang Dongqing walked out of the bathroom, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, half of her delicate calves like tender lotus roots were exposed outside, and her round ankles connected the perfect calves with her jade feet, five
There was no nail polish on the toes, but the fingernails were as pink as a stamen.
Qi Shuinxian couldn't help but say gently, but Xiang Dongqing said, "You can wash too."
Seeing that this guy was a little anxious and disobedient, Xiang Dongqing blushed and said softly: "You go wash, I'll change my clothes."
Hearing this, Qi Xinxian said solemnly: "Well, it's time to wash up, after all, I've been running around for a day."
After seeing him in, Xiang Dongqing went to the cloakroom to change into a very interesting outfit. She had never thought before that one day she would take the initiative to wear such clothes to please a man.
After I waited for a while, I found that Xiang Dongqing was already wrapped in a bathrobe and a quilt and huddled on the bed.
Xiang Dongqing seemed very nervous and pulled the bathrobe very tightly. Even Archbishop Qi took a long time to pull it off.
"Not good-looking?" After the bathrobe was stripped off, Xiang Dongqing couldn't help but turn her head and ask in confusion when she saw that he didn't move.
"Aba Aba Aba Aba!" Qi Jianxian responded.
"What the hell?"
"I can see that I'm speechless!"
Well, let alone, it is a great sense of accomplishment to make Sister Xiang understand such an iceberg beauty!
In order to prevent Xiang Dongqing from slacking off, Qi Jianxian had to pretend no matter how tired he was, so he worked hard to practice the "iron ox plowing the field" for most of the night.