360 degrees being pursued manual [entertainment circle]

In the 19th year of Kangning, spring is the flower dynasty.

Behind the rich family's purple house, there were many people around a deep courtyard with lush flowers and trees, among them a tall and handsome young man knelt straight on the ground.

"Ask uncle for medicine."

A small voice came from the door: "Come in."

The curtains were pulled open, revealing the person lying on the bed.

He has sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his black hair is flowing, and his appearance is almost like a heavenly man.

Chen Ningdi, who was walking in the front, was almost unsteady.This is his Tai Tuo, who accompanies □□ to expand the territory and lay a foundation, and then stabilizes the world, and even single-handedly educates and nurtures him, and the closest person who puts him on the throne of God.

Obviously only 37 years old, but already terminally ill.

The young man on the couch looked at him with distant and peaceful eyes, as if he saw through him the backbone he had laid for Da Chen's future with his own hands.

Prosperity can be expected.

Xiao Yan withdrew his gaze and said slowly: "I have taught you for 17 years. I didn't ask you to come here to make a mess of life and death. In the world of life, you are suddenly like a traveler. I have seen countless dead people by fate, and now I am just a It's your turn."

Emperor Chen Ning sat kneeling beside the bed: "I can't see it."

Playing with his childhood temper, he didn't want to be called "Zhen".

"You want to leave me," he lowered his head, with tears streaming down his face, "no matter what, I can't look away."

Thoughts were busy and cold, Xiao Yan thought long and hard, how could he not see it.Time is the most stressful thing in this world. Back then, he thought that he would never get through it for the rest of his life, but now he doesn't care anymore.

But after all, this is a child raised by one hand. The beautiful young man slightly closed his eyelashes, and said with a sigh of relief: "The "Chen Law" still has shortcomings. Your Majesty is good at repairing it. As for the others, I have taught you so There is no need to say any more."

"As for Mingzhao, I will raise you on behalf of my elder brother, and I hope you will not be ruined in the future."

"You don't need to give me a stepchild. A person's death is nothing more than a handful of loess. What's the difference between offering sacrifices and not offering sacrifices?"

"You don't have to think about me, let me be quiet down there, the noise is too disturbing."

After finishing speaking, he died suddenly.

On this day in Chang'an City, some people cried bitterly, while others celebrated with each other.

Xiao Yan didn't care, life and death were normal things.

As for the affairs of the world, it has nothing to do with the dead.

The colorful lights rendered a hazy halo, the music was deafening, the twisting men and women were like water snakes, and the air was filled with the smell of luxury and indulgence.

The pale fingertips of the "princess" who is in charge of filling the wine line the red wine glass, which is beautiful and delicate, making people salivate.

However, this stunner didn't feel complacent at all, and couldn't help but stare at the person sleeping on the sofa.

The wonderful eyes are affectionate and sparkling.

Thoughts arose in her mind, all to do with this sleeping, handsome and powerful man.

Qi Mo is dreaming.

It was snowing heavily, and he was walking alone on a long and quiet road.

The soul seems to be trapped in this body, unable to control the body at all.

His intuition told him that something extremely terrifying was waiting for him ahead.

He could feel his soul screaming "Stop, stop!"

But to no avail.

The snow fell harder and harder, falling on the face and melting, icy and cold, like tears.

He became more and more anxious, and more and more confused about why he was trapped in this unknown body, in vain.

The road has come to an end.

Fear oppressed every nerve of his, and together with anxiety, it reached its peak when he saw the tombstone.

【Tomb of Xiao Yan】

There is no embellishment, no attributive words, not even a single photo, just four words, but like an erupting magma, it flows through every nerve, and finally burns his whole body and soul together.

In the despair and pain that seemed to engulf him, Qi Mo suddenly understood.

This body is me.

Who is buried in this grave?

What is his relationship with me?

The dream began to spin.

The eyes are boundless snow-capped mountains.

Heavy panting came out of his mouth, and the overwhelming snow fell down.

He was going to die, Qi Mo suddenly understood.

But the soul seems to be infected by the exhaustion of the body. It doesn't want to escape, but just wants to fall into eternal sleep.

At the moment of being crushed by the heavy snow, overwhelming memories swept over.

Qi Mo thought, in his whole life, he spent the first 22 years flying wildly, the next 13 years was spent liking someone, and the last three years traveled all over the place Xiao Yan had set foot on.

Looking back, I can no longer remember what the first 22 years were like, as if all the freshness in me began when I met Ah Yan.

Before Yaomo died, he thought a lot. He suddenly remembered what was said in the movie, I have lived for so many years, and I didn’t realize until I met you. In the past days, I have actually been falling for you.

Qi Mo woke up from the dream.

The music was still blaring, and men and women rocked and swayed on the dance floor.

On the screen of the mobile phone is a clear date——

2017 10 Month 9 Day.

After smashing the goblet against the corner of the table, Qi Mo picked up a piece amidst the exclamation of his friends, and scratched it hard on his palm!

As the blood gurgled from the wound, he finally seemed to be gradually sure that this was not a dream.

Qi Mo, who died in an avalanche 19 years later, is back.

"Qi Er, what's wrong with you? Bewitched?"

"Young Master Qi's hand is bleeding, hurry up and go to the hospital."

"Old Qi, why are you crazy?"

All kinds of voices filled his ears, but Qi Mo turned a deaf ear.

The moment he remembered what day it was, his body rushed out first.

The convertible sports car drew a red lightning bolt on the road.

The silver-gray hair was torn wildly by the wind, and Qi Mo's handsome and unruly face carried a strange expression.

Chen Sheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot, felt that there was a fire burning in his eyes. If it was not serious, it could burn people to ashes!

He didn't dare to make any noise, for fear that the lunatic would shake his hands and the two of them would finish playing together.

Qi Mo didn't slow down until he got on Tai'an Road, approaching the middle, his speed was like a snail crawling compared to before.

But for no reason, Chen Sheng felt that he was more terrifying than before, like a sea suppressing storms and undercurrents, waiting for an opportunity, it would sweep out.

Qi Mo felt that he was very calm, but his hand holding the steering wheel was shaking unconsciously, until he saw a person lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown.

Chen Sheng had never seen such a embarrassed and desperate Qi Mo, who stumbled and ran over in an almost rolling posture.

With the light of the headlights, Chen Sheng could only see a young man lying on the ground with a big puddle of blood under his body, like a pot of overturned paint.

Qi Mo carefully placed his hand on the young man's chest.

Like a cold snap, all his expressions froze on his face.

"No, why not!"

"impossible……"

The greatest horror is coming.

Something flashed through his mind, and Qi Mo seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.

"Is it because I'm back? What if I'm not back?"

He said lightly, "If I die, will everything go back to normal?"

Chen Sheng was terrified.

Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he quickly said, "Second Young Master, this gentleman is still alive!"

Qi Mo stared straight at him with penetrating eyes.

"I saw his fingers move." Chen Sheng didn't dare to delay, fearing that Mr. Qi would drag him to death with him if he was a second late.

Qi Mo bent down and put his ear on the young man's chest.

"Boom, boom..."

It was very weak, but it did resume beating.

Qi Mo seemed to have turned into a child in an instant, and he had no choice but to be at a loss.

Chen Sheng bit the bullet, "President Qi, we'd better not move him."

"How long until the ambulance arrives?" Qi Mo asked hoarsely.

"Up to 3 minutes!"

Qi Mo closed his eyes, and gently placed his head on the young man's chest. Suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing out mixed with the heartbeat, which made him afraid.

Then he felt the person he was thinking of moved, and the first moment he opened his eyes to meet his eyes——

strangled his neck.

The kind that can strangle.