Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan looked at the people who were getting closer and closer, feeling very unreal.

He has long hair, tied behind his head, and his appearance gives people the first impression of "Zhou Zheng". His facial features are handsome but he is also heroic, his eyes are open, and he has a sense of righteousness all over his body.

"You're awake." The voice was clear and clear——Qing Huan was familiar with this voice, it was obviously just a sentence, but it had long been imprinted in her heart.

"Who are you?" Qing Huan looked at him.

He sat down by the bed, faced Qing Huan face to face, raised his hand to caress Qing Huan's red, swollen and torn face: "You should know mine, shouldn't you? After all, we have the same blood on our bodies."

The same blood was flowing... Qing Huan stared at him with wide eyes - what does this mean?

"It hurts, right?" He whispered, "During this period of time, my blood in your body has become weaker and weaker, so your body has changed..."

Qing Huan noticed the same red thread on his fingers as her own, except that one of them had a left hand and the other had a right hand—Qing Huan swallowed: "You mean I can be different from ordinary people because of your blood?"

"I can't even remember, can I?" He stroked Qing Huan's lips with his fingertips.

"Remember... what?" This person appeared in front of me again and again, suddenly appeared and then disappeared mysteriously-I could sense it every time he appeared, could it really be because of the flow in his body? With the same blood?

"It seems that I can't remember, I can help you remember..."

Qing Huan didn't know why, but saw a lot of red lines that looked like chapped suddenly appeared on the face of the person in front of her, and then opened her mouth, revealing two sharp teeth. Qing Huan felt bad and wanted to avoid being held down. Qing Huan gasped when the teeth pierced through the skin - this was different from the feeling of being sucked blood by King, Qing Huan had a feeling of being violated, his smell gradually covered her own ...

So familiar...why is it so familiar...

Qing Huan's mind was a little chaotic, and then something appeared - heavy rain, a grave pit, a pool of blood, and... a monster with big eyes like copper bells opened its bloody mouth, biting towards him...

"you……"

Qing Huan pushed the person on her body with her hand, but she felt a strange sensation, piece by piece... Qing Huan lowered her head and glanced at a piece of golden scale... She wanted to see it more clearly, but her mental strength couldn't keep up with it, and her consciousness was gone. far away...

Qing Huan woke up again on a park bench. He subconsciously touched his neck, but it was smooth.Sitting up, my whole body was refreshed, my body, which was like a broken doll before, was back to normal, and I didn't feel any pain at all.

It seemed that everything before was just a dream.But Qing Huan knew that this was not a dream, she was wearing a long down jacket, and the clothes inside were in dilapidated condition, with an obvious smell of blood.This all proves that what he encountered before was real, and he encountered an explosion—at that time he clearly felt that he was going to die, or was he already dead?At that time, he was in a daze, and he went to a place called... Huangquan Road...

But he still didn't die, he met that "person", no, not a person.

Qing Huan's mind is extremely clear now.He has always been confused about where his special physique came from, and what is the memory he has forgotten. According to those fragmentary fragments, his body mutated because he was attacked by that monster... The man bit For himself, it's not like King sucked his own blood. When his teeth pierced his body, Qing Huan clearly felt that something seemed to be injected into his body... If this is what he wants to remember by himself So, does it mean that their bad relationship started from that time...

'We have the same blood in our body...'

Qing Huan raised her hand, under the moonlight, the imprint of the red line on her finger was faintly visible—is this the "bond"?

Could it be that he is... "it"?

What is that "it"?

Qing Huan tried her best to recall every detail in her memory. Its image...a body like a python, eyes the size of copper bells, horns like deer antlers, hard and sharp scales...in memory because it was bathed in blood. It was dyed red, but if it is actually gold...gold...

Is it...

"According to reports, dozens of people saw a strange shape in the sky that night, but disappeared afterwards. They suspected it was a dragon shadow..."

This is a sentence I once saw on Yicheng Chengzhi, which recorded that in the year of Jiazi, there was a once-in-a-century earthquake and rainstorm in Yicheng-connecting all the pictures together, grave pits, rainstorms, Dragon Shadow...

It's a dragon.

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"Mr. Shao, in fact, you don't have to send Miss Wei back in person. You have been busy all day today." The secretary said to Lou Zhao.

"I attach great importance to her." Lou Zhao shook the goblet in his hand, looked at the red liquid inside, and raised the corners of his lips: "Our cooperation will be smoother."

"But, there are rumors outside that Miss Wei and Mr. Shao..."

"The rumors won't have any effect on me." Lou Zhao took a sip of red wine and flipped through a business magazine.

Suddenly the secretary called out: "Mr. Shao, look, is that... Mr. Bai Xiao?"

Lou Zhao looked out the window, and sure enough, he saw a black figure under the street lamp in front of him. He walked forward slowly with his head down, alone.

"Stop." Lou Zhao ordered.

"Yes."

Lou Zhao got out of the car and walked forward: "Qing Huan."

Qing Huan heard the voice and turned around to see Lou Zhao, "Lou Zhao?"

"Why are you here alone at this time?" Lou Zhao asked—today is Chinese New Year's Eve, which family doesn't have a family reunion, like their Lou's because of special circumstances.

"I..." Qing Huan paused, "It's fine. I just walked around."

It was only when Lou Zhao got closer that he realized that something was wrong with Qing Huan. Leaving aside the fact that the long down jacket on him didn't fit well, and there was a bloody smell on his body, he frowned, "Qing Huan, are you alright?"

"Do you think something is wrong with me?"

When the two were talking, the fireworks across the river were released into the air, like bright starlight, the light was reflected on the faces of Qing Huan and Lou Zhao.

Qing Huan turned her head, looked at the bunches of fireworks blooming in the sky, and suddenly had a real feeling—by the way, tonight is New Year's Eve.

Lou Zhao also turned around to watch the fireworks with Qing Huan—perhaps because he had been abroad for many years, he didn't feel much about this so-called reunion festival, and he didn't have any family members to reunite with, almost all had their own lives. of.For him, having a reunion dinner on such a festival is not as good as holding a party to entertain business partners.

But now...

Lou Zhao turned his head to look at Qing Huan. He looked at the fireworks, his eyes were confused, and his face had a very complicated expression, with yearning, miss, regret, and loss...

"Like watching fireworks?" Lou Zhao asked Qing Huan.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

Lou Zhao turned his attention to those fireworks again—it was far less gorgeous than the ones he had seen, but...it was very pleasing to the eye..."Yeah, it's very beautiful."

"Today..." Qing Huan asked, "Don't you need to go back to spend time with your family?"

"My dad is in London, my mum is in Vancouver, they're all with their own families, I don't have my family here."

"Sounds so complicated."

"What's complicated, let's go through it separately." Lou Zhao glanced at the fireworks that had gradually stopped, and said, "Okay, I'll take you home."

Qing Huan glanced at his luxury extended car: "Okay, just take a ride."

The two walked towards the car together, and before they got into the car, they heard two voices——

"Qing Huan!"

"Mr. Bai."

Qing Huan turned her head and saw Gu Yuehua and M walking towards here.