Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

The words, smiles, and caring that I once had seemed all fake.

Ye Qun's fear reached the limit, and his eyes were full of pleas, hoping that Zhou Wei would let her go for the sake of combing her hair, cooking, and wearing clothes.

She still has unfinished business, and her ambition to hold great power has never been realized. She wants the whole country to live by looking at her face...

It's a pity that Zhou Wei's respect for her was long before she led this group of people to kidnap her to this most prosperous street and prepare to torture her to death.

The thought of letting her die in such a miserable state on the street tomorrow, hoping to deal a fatal blow to her adoptive parents, disappeared.

"I won't let you go, Aunt Ye." Zhou Wei whispered in a low voice, his eyes that were once so smart and filled with a thousand words, now his murderous intent was clearly revealed.

Given this opportunity, it was worth it to trade her life for Ye Qun's life...

Ye Qun, who stirred up wind and rain for a year and shook the whole country, died before others on June 1967, 6, at the hands of Zhou Wei.

The wheel of fate began to be rewritten from this moment. In the era without Wei Wei, Zhou Wei died tonight.

Ten years later, when this group of people was cleaned up, Zhou Wei's death also occupied a large space. It was written on the document and it was a named person.

Zhou Wei put down the bloody hammer head on his hand, raised his blood-stained face, and looked deeply at Wei Wei again.

Wei Wei's eyebrows jumped, this is...

He reached out in time and grabbed Zhou Wei, who was crashing into the corner with overwhelming force.

"What are you doing?" Wei Wei asked. The person she saved died so easily, so why did she show her compassion just now?

Zhou Wei smiled bitterly, "You are still young and don't understand." He looked at Ye Qun again who died from a nail driven into the back of his head.

"Why don't I understand that you committed suicide like this? Have you ever asked if you should bump into the corner of this wall?" Wei Xiao opened her mouth and kept talking.

"Also, for the people inside, how uncomfortable it would be to know that someone bumped into the corner of their house and died. You should always think about the innocent people." Wei Wei said for herself, someone hit the wall of his house and died there... a murderer. The heart is there.

"Besides, since I saved you, your life is mine. You have no right to choose whether to take it or not." This life now belongs to Wei Wei himself, that's how domineering it is.

"That person is one of the manipulators behind gwh, one of the people who caused this catastrophe. If he dies here, gwh will definitely investigate thoroughly. It is not something that can be passed away by ordinary people. Even if it takes ten or eight years, there will be a thorough investigation." in the end."

If it weren't for Ye Qun, she, Zhou Wei, wouldn't be able to catch anyone or dare to catch anyone.

At least, without Ye Qun, Ye Qing would not dare to touch her even if he wanted her to die.

"I killed Ye Qun, and someone must pay for it with his life. I am that person." When this person died, the center was absolutely shocked.

"I'll take you somewhere and hide. No one will be able to find you. Besides, as far as I know, the only one who is that person is you, my adopted daughter. Can you bear it?" Wei Wei used Zhou Wei's weakness to persuade him that it would be better to die than live in peace. live.

"If you are found, you will be implicated." If he could survive, why would Zhou Wei ever want to die?

"Come up here, I'll carry you. Don't waste time. I advise you to cherish your blessings. Not everyone carries me. It's for the sake of the Prime Minister." Wei Wei half-knelt on the ground and vomited. What came out was not a gentle voice of comfort.

Zhou Wei is 1.5 meters tall, and Wei Wei, who is just over 1.4 meters tall, can barely carry him on his back without his thighs hanging to the ground.

Zhou Wei looked around, Wei Wei persisted, she couldn't die, and someone would pass by at any time on the street...

So he moved behind Wei Wei and lay down, so as not to create problems for his benefactor.

Zhou Wei, who was lying behind Wei Wei, felt a sense of peace following Wei Wei's steady footsteps.

Wei Wei walked a few steps, turned around and looked at the ground on the street, where there were inconspicuous drops of blood.

Find a place to put Zhou Wei temporarily, and then go back and clean up the traces.

Wei Wei carried Zhou Wei on her back, which still did not prevent her from quickly climbing over the wall, and temporarily placed Zhou Wei in the small courtyard of the Wei family's ancestral home that she had just left.

Wei Wei went back and cleaned up the traces along the way.

Zhou Wei looked at the small courtyard, and then looked at Wei Wei who came back quickly, without saying a word, thoughtfully.

When Wei Wei was carrying Zhou Wei on his back from the tunnel to Yunmiaofeng Valley, in order to divert his broken leg and the severe pain on his body, Zhou Wei suddenly said: "Your mother's name is Wei Mingyue, right? Your name is Wei Wei, right?"

Zhou Wei had visited this small courtyard many times, and Aunt Lan also died of illness here.

As for Mingyue, she also went to see her when she went to the border to perform condolences, and also saw Weiwei, who was born seven months prematurely and was born like a kitten.

"That's right," Wei Wei was right. Zhou Wei guessed it from a small courtyard and it was her skill.

"Is your mother okay?" Although she was asking, her tone was affirmative. "Mingyue has a good mother who has taken care of everything for her. Mingyue herself is also a good mother and has taken care of everything for you."

Wei Wei didn't know where Zhou Wei came to this conclusion, "Why do you think so?"

"Aunt Lan, your grandmother, before she died, she rejected all the old friends who wanted to adopt Mingyue," Zhou Wei smiled bitterly, "I once tried to persuade her, but she said that virtue is not worthy of the place, and it is difficult to carry anything without kindness, and she even tried to persuade me Don’t get lost in the temporary glory, it’s already like this, join the military and politics as soon as possible.”

Zhou Wei's mouth was full of bitterness. Come to think of it, Aunt Lan had already expected that she might have this day.

The scenery is momentary, like the sun in the sky, it is too dazzling. Behind my back, I don’t know what tricks I will come up with to torment this light.

Who told you that I have nothing?

Joining the military and politics is an opportunity to change her own destiny and hold her destiny in her own hands. Unfortunately, she failed to grasp it.

Wei Wei was surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Don't tell me you haven't joined the army or politics?" With such a strong innate advantage, the top leaders have watched Zhou Wei grow up, so why don't you give him the green light all the way?

"I studied drama casually and refused to join the army," Zhou Wei struggled to say this sentence. "In the end, I could neither protect myself nor my family. It was because I lost my mind."

He was also attacked because of his status as a dramatist.

drama? Wei Wei was dumbfounded. This era is so chaotic, and you can encounter bandits on the road. If you have the ability to learn, force will naturally be your first choice. Is this such a difficult decision?

Wei Wei: "Have you never thought about learning together?"

"My energy is limited. Besides, the drama also has martial arts, so I think that's enough." Zhou Wei also felt a little stupid because he couldn't look directly at his past self.

"Your mother," Zhou Wei felt that Wei Mingyue was smarter than him, "I want you to practice this good kung fu. From now on, you won't be afraid when you travel all over the world."

Wei Wei was silent. This matter really had nothing to do with her mother.

"Good boy, listen to Aunt Zhou. When you grow up, you should be a soldier. Otherwise, you should go into politics. Power is important, and talents are secondary." Zhou Wei's life in his thirties has reached Only now do I realize this.

Talent, talent, and fame are all castles in the air. A prosperous age is the icing on the cake, but when the situation is in chaos, they are nothing but rootless duckweeds.