No matter what, Shi Gege is safe. After she was kidnapped by Zhao Ziyang, Zhao Ziyang strangely made her treat her as a treasure, which is probably something that no one can understand.

But no matter how hard he figured it out, Shi Gege is safe, and Zhao Ziyang is also a real man. No matter how confused his nerves are, he will not attack a child. On the contrary, he likes this child very much, his innocence and flawlessness.

There are two types of people in this world. One is that they always want to ruin pure things, but they always forget that they are dirty things; the other is that they know that they are dirty enough and will protect everything pure as much as possible.

There is no doubt that Zhao Ziyang belongs to the second category. He feels that he is too dirty and cannot be washed clean no matter how hard he washes, so he is obsessed with purity.

Gradually, Prince Shi and his wife became accustomed to the days when their daughter was not around. They were not fools. They knew that Zhao Ziyang would not touch his daughter.

They were waiting for Xiao Yuanchao and could not participate in the national secrets. They could only wait for Xiao Yuanchao to appear, be powerful, and kill Zhao Ziyang!

"Bang! Bang!"

In southern Europe, crisp gunfire sounds came from some abandoned arena, breaking the silence of the night.

This is an arena located deep in the jungle. It has been forgotten for many years. But this arena is in the standard ancient Roman style. There are still huge stone mounts left. However, after thousands of years of wind and rain, it looks broken, with moss everywhere and weeds everywhere.

But this does not affect the re-expression of the bloody killings of the ancient Roman era, because the arena is full of dead bodies and blood is everywhere. The only blood man standing in the corpse executes the opponent who was finally defeated by his own defeat with the pistol thrown by the man in black in the stands.

This is the most primitive and cruelest death race. Axes, long swords, iron chains, shields, double-edged swords, etc.... are scattered among the corpses, demonstrating the extreme tyranny under the cold weapons.

"All dead." The blood man standing upright made a cold voice to the stands, throwing away his pistol and said, "If it's just these, it's a bit too easy, right?"

The cold voice was full of rebelliousness and confidence, as if the bloody competition I had just experienced was not worth mentioning at all. Although the owner of the voice was covered in blood and blood was still dripping downwards.

But these had no effect on him, and his waist was still standing straight, as if another group of gladiators was still not a problem. Because his head could be against the sky and his feet could be on the ground.

"You've completely passed." A man in black who appeared in the stands said lightly: "Welcome to the mysterious man."

"Hahahaha..." The blood man laughed, shook the blood on his arms casually, and said to the man in black: "Since he is already his own, don't continue to pretend to be mysterious. It's time for me to see your face."

Three men in black appeared again around the arena, hiding themselves in the darkness, leaving the bloody man unable to see their cheeks at all.

"Mysterious people have rules for mysterious people, and their rules are that they can never break the mystery." The man in black continued in a hoarse voice: "Becoming a mysterious person is equivalent to having everything. All you have to do is execute every command, otherwise it will be cleared."

There was no threat in the voice, but the heaviness was like a mountain, and it was severely oppressed.

"Okay, I respect it. But you have to tell me what the mysterious man does, right?" The blood man held his arms, regardless of the wounds that would press his arms to the rolling chest, raised his head and said, "You had contacted me eight years ago, and I have been undergoing your tests for eight years. So now... don't be confused. I'm not a fool who lets you knead."

The four mysterious people were silent for a while, and three of them slowly turned around and left, leaving only one of the mysterious people.

"I am your guide, you, follow me." The mysterious man who stayed behind waved his hand to the blood man and asked him to follow him.

The mysterious man's voice was very low, with a touch of hoarseness like a torn vocal cord. This was not real hoarseness, but rather he deliberately used hoarseness to cover up his original voice.

This voice is very familiar to the blood man, because he was taken away by this man eight years ago when he was in Basra.

The blood man smiled indifferently, held his head and chest up and followed the mysterious man into the depths of the jungle. The two of them walked in front and behind, and walked until dawn, walked out of the jungle, and saw the city outside the jungle.

"Let me see your face!" The blood man covered in dark red said to the mysterious man: "There is no one now. This is the mission, but you have to let me see your face."

The mysterious man turned around, stared at the bloody man's eyes, slowly pulled down his mask, revealing his original face.

Seeing the other person's true face, the blood man was stunned and suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha... Hahahaha... Brother Chang, I guessed it was you long ago. I just said what you are doing for more than ten or twenty years without returning to the Dragon Nest. It's true that you are carrying out such a high-end task, hahaha..."

The mysterious man smiled. If Xiao Yuanchao was here, he would recognize who this mysterious man was at the first time - Chang Sheng, broke through many obstacles and forced him to bring him into the Special A unit, Xiao Yuanchao's only uncle Chang Sheng!

Many years have passed, Chang Sheng's face has become old, and even his temples have begun to turn white. But his eyes have become brighter, and those bright eyes are filled with countless vicissitudes of life.

"Little Pomegranate, congratulations on carrying out such a high-end task," Chang Sheng smiled and said, "If you enter the mysterious man, you will never be able to get out again. Do you regret it?"

The one who killed all competitors in the arena was Xiao Pomegranate, the former martyr, Xiao Pomegranate, and the current red army, Pomegranate Brother!

"Repent? Haha..." Little Poliu laughed and said seriously with his head in a serious way: "My woman married someone else and gave birth to a big fat boy; my mother died, and I had no worries anymore. How can I talk about whether to regret or not? Brother Chang, when you found me eight years ago and when your superiors found me, I immediately decided, so there was no regret. But you, the fourth sister, have been waiting for you, but you are too unmanly, right?"

The Martyrs Company went from the first warrior to the eighteenth warrior, Prince Shi ranked first, Little Pomegranate ranked sixteenth, and Xia Xumei ranked fourth. The fourth sister in Little Pomegranate’s mouth is Xia Xumei, who is waiting for the long-successful Xia Xumei.

Hearing the last sentence, Chang Sheng's eyes dimmed, as if he was indescribable helplessness and guilt. But he immediately changed the subject and avoided Suzumi.

"How is Xiao Yuanchao now?" Chang Sheng asked.

"Awesome!" Xiao Poliu grinned, "Brother Chang, this kid is so awesome now, but he is not the point. The point is what do you want your fourth sister to do? Let me tell you, the one who loves me the most in this life is the fourth sister!"

After saying that, Xiao Pomegranate put away his carelessness and stared at Chang Sheng. In the Martyrs Company, no one could cure him, except Xia Xumei; in the Dragon Nest, he didn't listen to anyone, and he only listened to Xia Xumei's words!

"Why haven't she been married yet? Alas..." Chang Sheng sighed in all kinds of sighs and looked at the city far away.

"****of!"

The little pomegranate waved his fist like lightning and slammed Chang Sheng hard on the face.

"Bang!"

The sound of a violent collision between the fist and the facial bone sounded, and Chang Sheng was immediately knocked to the ground, with blood flowing downwards of his mouth.

“Hahaha…”

Chang Sheng smiled bitterly, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and stood up, and walked forward without saying a word.

A lonely expression and a bleak figure...
Chapter completed!