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body.

The dragon did not roar, the man did not cry, and Zhao Lue remained silent.

[Resurrect them with life. ]

This time Zhao Lue knew that this was not Bailong's voice.

Bailong said something else: "I'll wait for you."

In the toll booth in another space, the numbers displayed on the monitor trembled.

But no matter how it vibrates, the numbers always remain the same.

Positive infinity or positive infinity.

Bailong dived into the river again, while Zhao Lue turned and left.

Behind him, people walked out of the car one by one, and the sun shone on their ruddy and vital faces.

Light sticks to the body, but life flows smoothly.

Chapter 239 Containment Failure (8)

Wang Xichen narrowed his eyes and watched Zhao Lue come back slowly.

He stepped on the shadows that appeared inexplicably, and under the sun were resurrected people.

"How did you do that?"

"you guess."

Wang Xichen guessed: "Did you take the power of the toll station for yourself after killing those four people?"

Zhao Luo thought for a while and said "Yeah".

"Since everything is fine, let's go have barbecue. Ye Feiyu has urged us several times."

They got off the bridge, returned to the normal road, and headed towards the barbecue manor at the foot of Yuquan Mountain.

Wang Xichen wanted to say a word to Zhao Lue, and it happened that Paramela passed through a long passage at this time.

The dim light sometimes reflected on the bridge of Zhao Lue's straight nose, and sometimes on the corners of his pursed lips. No matter how the light and shadow changed, his eyes were always focused.

Wang Xichen looked a little lost in thought. He remembered the anecdote about Zhao Lue's birth that spread among the family in his early years.

Suddenly, Zhao Lue turned his head and looked at him, his eyes so bright that he wanted to separate Wang Xichen's flesh and bones.

"He's not dead." Zhao Lue said.

"who?"

"Han Jianping."

"How come he's not dead?"

"That's right. Although Wu Zhiqi has the ability of the Water God, this ability has been stripped away by the Lord God. There is a river under his feet. He should be drowned." Zhao Lue touched the golden invitation in his pocket , "Unless some other god helps him."

"Besides the main god, are there other gods? Or something like a life station?"

"I heard him shouting a name."

"Isn't he calling you?" The car drove out of the passage, and the destination was in sight.

"No, it's not Zhao Lue, he's shouting -" Zhao Lue got out of the car first, his voice suddenly getting closer and farther away, "Lin Xingtao."

"Lin Xingtao." Wang Xichen shouted this name subconsciously, and saw Zhao Lue smiling at him outside the car.

"Wang Xichen, do you see how long you can live?"

Wang Xichen didn't see it. As soon as this question came up, he remembered that he still had something to say to Zhao Lue. He wanted to tell Zhao Lue that he saw his balance on the monitor was two zeros.

Wang Xichen got out of the car and just closed the door when he turned around and was stuffed by Zhao Lue, who was very close at hand.

His hands were heavy. He looked down and saw nothing but the buttons of Zhao Lue's windbreaker, just pieces of fat white leaves.

"How did I do it? Like this."

The pot of dead succulents was coming to life for Zhao Lue to see.

Zhao Lue slapped Wang Xichen on the shoulder hard, and his voice floated between the two people: "I can't give you another pot of meat, but I have something else to give you."

Wang Xichen trembled all over.

——Give you a life.

So Wang Xichen swallowed what he wanted to say. He knew that those two zeros definitely didn't mean zero. Even if they did before, they definitely don't mean now.

Because he saw the succulent came to life, along with the broken pot.

That's not the life force of the tollbooth at all.

The basin is lifeless, how can it be resurrected together?

It's like how the power of life can lift a battered bus from the bottom of the river and make it look like new again?

How do you know that Han Jianping is still shouting a name even though he is still alive?

Wang Xichen held the jade beauty in front of his eyes and looked at the world through the small gaps in the leaves.

Perhaps it was Zhao Lue's own power that was running through his body, and he saw scenes he could not have seen.

He saw a small white dragon leaning against Zhao Lue's cheek, wagging its tail, and seemed very happy.

"Lin Xingtao?" Wang Xichen shouted this name to Xiaolong in shock.

Xiaolong turned his head slightly and reacted to the name, but it didn't seem like he was called by that name.

Instead, Zhao Luo turned around a little strangely and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you standing there? Come and have barbecue."

——

Ye Feiyu's reservation was on the lawn.

It was time for dinner, and the sunset was fierce, burning people's empty stomachs.

Zhao Lue stepped onto the gravel road, swept around, and said with a smile: "Hey, eat them all."

Whoever he was doing turned around when he heard the sound and looked at him.

Ye Feiyu flew through the flowers with a "hoo", flew to Zhao Lue, put his arms around his neck and said to everyone with a smile: "What did I say! I didn't lie to you! Our Young Master Zhao is still here!"

"Everyone who wins the bet will get a pair of dove wings!"

Everyone laughed in unison.

Ye Feiyu said to Zhao Lue: "Every time a person comes as promised, a dove will lose its wings."

"What if I didn't come?"

"Then let the pigeons go!"

"Let the doves go!!!" someone shouted, and the waiter on one side lifted up the exquisite bird cage and opened it.

"Everyone is waiting for you. They haven't eaten yet." Ye Feiyu pointed to the snacks and barbecue grills that no one had touched with a smile, "We have been waiting until now for a piece of news. Our elders can't ask us to be so obedient."

Zhao Lue raised his eyebrows, took a bottle of wine from the waiter's plate at random, twisted his fingers, and poured it into his mouth.

The booing and cheering immediately startled a large group of pigeons.

"Time! See if our young master Zhao can finish a bottle in fifteen seconds!"

"Really drink to apologize!"

"You can't just let it go!"

"Then what do you say?"

Immediately, there was a lot of malicious "tongue kiss apology" and "forced kiss apology" nonsense.

After Zhao Lue finished a bottle, he sat down in the middle of the sofa, and applause rose like a flock of pigeons, and the sound waves rushed out and flowed back.

The aftereffect of the wine was a bit strong. Zhao Lue raised his head. When the crowd gathered around, he saw a cluster of skylight over their heads.

Zhao Lue was the center of the crowd, and he had an illusion.

——Wherever I go, white will be circling and dancing above my head.

White feathers are flying, pigeons are agitated, and the lights are shaking.

Wang Xichen didn't drink, and no one cared about him at this time. On the one hand, it was because he was older than everyone present, and on the other hand, everyone wanted to tell jokes and interesting stories around Zhao Lue.

"The reason why Ye Feiyu led everyone to go crazy together was because he had a nightmare!"

"Hey, he's still afraid of nightmares when he's grown up, hahaha."

"What nightmare? I see Ye Feiyu has lost weight, give me one too."

After a while.

"Hey, let Zhao Lue take it easy, his face is red."

"Hula", people dispersed again.

Wang Xichen looked at Zhao Lue, who obviously needed to take it easy, and felt a little funny.

Zhao Lue looked up and asked: "Am I blushing?"

Wang Xichen: "No, I'm teasing you."

Then he asked: "Want some cake?"

Zhao Lue: "Give me more, I'm hungry."

"Didn't you say you weren't hungry before?" Wang Xichen turned around to get it.

Zhao Lue lay back on the sofa and closed his eyes. ▒思▒Rabbit▒网▒

I was indeed full before, and now I am indeed hungry again.

After a while, he opened his eyes and his eyes swept across the young and energetic faces.

He did not hide his gaze, so some people blinked in confusion, some smiled at him, and some stared at him as if they were against him.

Zhao Lue bit the small cake handed over by Wang Xichen, and some people would hand over some other barbecue.

The aroma of food filled this small area where no outsiders could enter.

In fact, many celebrities will come to this barbecue villa, but everyone does not want strangers to mix in.

All those present are acquaintances who are more familiar with it than barbecue.

"Cheers!" Ye Feiyu shouted, and his mouth was full of oil from the spicy food he had just eaten.

The young people stretched out their hands and raised their glasses.

For a moment, in the night, there flashed a brilliance that was more dazzling than the lights. Some of them wore watches worth millions of dollars on their wrists, some of them had beads blessed by monks, and some of them were clean, white and smooth.

Various wine glasses and drinks of various colors clashed and swayed through the glass.

Due to the large number of people, their hands inevitably touched each other.

Zhao Lue knew that every hand could easily pull up a big net about wealth and status.

"Zhao Lue!" "Mr. Zhao!"

They called his name affectionately and called him Mr. X jokingly, waiting for his hand to join this big net, waiting for him to walk into their circle and become the most indispensable part of this net and this circle.

"If it doesn't work, forget it. The bottle you drank just now is the kind that will make you drunk with just one sip."

"Are you drunk?"

Zhao Lue pressed his forehead and picked up a glass of champagne.

As he walked towards them, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

He strangely had a feeling... that he didn't belong to this circle.

This was of course strange. This circle was familiar to him. From childhood to adulthood, he had many playmates, but he remembered every face.

This time, Ye Feiyu invited everyone, so the ones who came were the younger ones in the family, and they were the ones who had the most fun.

As long as they were together without elders or strangers, they would let go and have fun - this was something that everyone knew, and it was also a rare thing. Zhao Lue also knew this, so he wanted to come here today to have some fun.

There were many luxury cars parked outside the manor. Who bought a big bull yesterday, who bought a Koenigsegg today, this was not something that needed to be specially posted on WeChat Moments.

They were born with huge wealth that ordinary people could not reach, but surrounded by people of the same kind, wealth was not something to be proud of.

Wealth is a symbol. Wang Xichen drove a Panamera, and no one would question that Wang Xichen could only drive a million-dollar car.

No one would ask them if they had 100 million like Han Jianping did.

Do you have 100 million?

Ah? Are you kidding?

Having money is common sense.

If it is not common sense to hold birthdays on ships every year, and it is indeed not something that everyone can fly around the world frequently, but isn't it common sense to have at least one house under your name?

Where do those who say they don't have a house live? Do they rent a house? Ye Feiyu even asked this question.

It was a silly question that seemed a bit superior.

Zhao Lue knew that Ye Feiyu really didn't understand at that time.

It's not that they don't wear clothes worth hundreds of yuan, or eat skewers at roadside stalls, but they are indeed far from poverty.

This is not something that can be felt by donating money to charity organizations every year, just like ordinary people know that some people in mountainous areas only have one hundred a month but cannot empathize with them.

If we really want to say it, we cannot say that they are superior to wealth and status. They are clearly superior to the freedom, vision, calmness, and ubiquitous pursuit of wealth and status.

They are well-educated and will not do things like driving luxury cars just to pick up girls, but it is normal for someone to serve them attentively whether they are standing or sitting. In their own company, no one except relatives will walk in front of them even if they have no position. It is normal for everyone to wait for them to make a move first in places where there are no acquaintances.

What are they like without family background, wealth and status?

Everyone is not the kind of dandy who spends his days in wine and women. Everyone leaves here, those who should go to famous schools go to famous schools - Newcastle, St. Mary's, Johns Hopkins... those who should go to companies go to companies, and those who should go home go home. Violin, piano, fencing, golf, equestrianism... They have at least one thing to show off. Etiquette when needed