"You are all like this."

A word of past, a word of understatement, makes people let go. If the past is really like a cloud, how could there be so many people in the world who have been stuck in trouble for half their lives and ended up in jail with regrets!

Not talking about Junxi.

If it doesn't happen to you, you won't know the pain. One word of pity or one word of innocence overshadows Seventeen Years.

Every snowflake and sound is a perpetrator.

After that, I couldn’t count how many knives there were and how many screams were heard.

The white shirt was stained with blood, splattered on the lenses, face, and pale skin.

"Why?"

"Why..." At the end, Tan Junxi's voice was almost choked with sobs. He was the one who committed the murder, and he is the one begging now, "I just won't let her go..."

She begged for help for three hours, but she never had a chance to let go, not even once!

Tan Junxi has too many reasons, he is unwilling, he hates, he is crazy.

At the top of Nanping Mountain, the sky and the earth are the same color, vast and vast.

The flames shot straight into the sky, and even the heavy snow could not stop this catastrophe. The entire steel plant was crumbling with the explosion.

There are still more than 20 surviving ancient warriors, and they are pestering Shen Qingzhao. This generation of family heads is not good enough. As the only direct bloodline in the family, they must bring Shen Qingzhao back at all costs!

Shen Qingzhuo had a lot of injuries on his body. His black coat was stained darker by blood, and there was blood on his face, but his eyes were fierce. At this moment, the coldness he felt as a teenager in the past was suppressed, and he was more...

The bloody atmosphere of ancient imperial autocracy.

The firelight reflected half of his face red, making him look even more ghostly.

"Shen Qingzhuo!"

A familiar but hoarse voice pierced through the wind and snow, startling the flames, and fell heavily on my ears.

far away.

Someone staggered and ran towards him.

When Jiang Li'an saw that scene and saw the blood all over his body, it was almost beyond what he had known for eighteen years. His liver and gallbladder burst into tears. Regardless of the burning fire or the pain in his ankle, he ran towards him without hesitation!

The hair is messy and stumbling.

There is light behind her.

"Don't come here—!"

A cold and stern voice rolled out of his throat, but it was too late.

The steel bars piled above the steel plant, accompanied by the burning fire, fell heavily on her!

Whose eyes are torn apart?

The distance is too far, even if you run forward, you can't touch it at all.

Tan Junxi still held the blood-stained knife in his hand, and at his feet was the dying Shen Weishan. He was just about to add the last blow when his vision suddenly froze, and then he saw an unbelievable figure——

"Jiang Li'an!"

Another heartbreaking sound sounded. Jiang Ye abandoned his car halfway on the road and walked to the top of the mountain. Just seeing that scene, his heart stopped.

Without thinking at all, he stood in front of Jiang Li'an.

He was pushed away.

"Boom——"

The fire raged, the steel bars broke, and they fell hard on people.

At the critical moment, someone pushed Jiang Ye away, threw Jiang Li'an to the ground, and used his body to protect her.

The steel bar hit Tan Junxi's back, and it was so sharp that it almost penetrated his heart!

The fire is still spreading, thick smoke is billowing, the cold wind is howling, and heavy snow is flying on the mountains, falling on everyone, sending a fine chill to the bones.

The whole world was quiet and collapsed.

Jiang Li'an was pressed into someone's arms, and then he trembled and felt his hands full of blood.

"I told you not to come out...you didn't listen..." His voice was intermittent and forbearing, and the extreme pain penetrated his heart and lungs.

The steel bar fell heavily on the back and the bones shattered. Even so, Tan Junxi did not let go of Jiang Li'an for a moment. His vision was blurry and he saw Jiang Ye's horrified face, but he could not see his features clearly.

Tan Junxi's few soft-hearted moments and goodwill in his life were only given to Jiang Ye.

He really regarded Jiang Ye as a friend, his only friend, and he tried to let go and be an ordinary person, but he really couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry."

The voice mixed with sighs fell softly, suppressing the deep pain, just like a fallen leaf returning to its roots and being annihilated in the wind and snow.

With just one word, Jiang Ye's liver and gallbladder were split apart, and his heart felt suddenly empty, and the howling wind filled the bloody hole.

Forever, completely, something is lost.

Tan Junxi used his last strength to push Jiang Li'an towards Jiang Ye, and seemed to smile at him. The name in his throat was not spoken, and he looked vaguely at Shen Weishan and Shen Qingzhuo over there.

From the beginning, he never wanted to let anyone go.

Tan Junxi pressed the last remote control button with a smile on his lips.

"Bang--!!"

The flames completely swept through the steel plant. Shen Weishan struggled to crawl out, but was caught in the explosion!

Even Shen Qingzhuo's figure was submerged in the firelight.

Maybe he will die, maybe he won't, it depends on Shen Qingzhuo's fate.

Tan Junxi lay on the ground and slowly closed his eyes. Every breath he took was a surge of pain.

He hasn't finished solving the murderer back then, and he will be buried with others.

How can you be willing to do so?

In his twilight state of consciousness, Tan Junxi saw the time when he was a child through the snowy light.

He is too tired.

He really wanted to sleep.

The sound of the explosion was earth-shattering and the steel plant was on the verge of collapse.

"Qing Zhuo, Qing Zhuo, save me!" Shen Weishan firmly grabbed the boy's leg and screamed for mercy, "I am your father! You must save me!"

Blood dripped from Shen Qingzhuo's fingertips. Standing in the fire, he glanced down at Shen Weishan.

Shen Weishan seemed to see hope and hugged Shen Qingzhuo's legs harder.

Then, Shen Qingzhuo smiled, raised his foot, and with the hope in his eyes, kicked Shen Weishan into the sea of ​​fire!

At this moment, there is no joy of revenge when I was a child, nor is there the sadness of the death of my biological father.

All the past was burned up in this fire.

Blizzards were flying, fires were rising into the sky, and everything was crumbling. His clothes were blown up by the wind, and he walked out of the firelight and bent down to hug Jiang Li'an.

"Brother..." Shen Siyue stood outside with a pale face. When she saw the two people walking out, tears appeared in her eyes.

The snow stopped.

The sun is rising in the sky.

The sky is clear and the sun finally shines.

it's all over.

Everything is moving in the right direction.

Nancheng Center Gymnasium.

All the fans were sitting in the auditorium, looking forward to it.

There is still half an hour until the concert starts.

As for Shen Qingzhuo, there has been no news at all.

"What should I do?" Someone scratched his hair anxiously and said in the background: "I really don't want to give him an accident as an excuse to cancel this concert."

"Do you think fans will believe everything?" The manager squatted on the ground, drew circles in circles, and cursed Shen Qingzhuo.

"There's still half an hour left. I'm afraid he won't be able to make it back. How can he explain to his superiors now?"

"I think he can come back." Zuo Duo interrupted abruptly. He sat by the window and said again, "Brother Zhuo, you have never lost."

"Just wait a little longer. It's not impossible to wait for half an hour."

"But if not, when the performance starts, how will we explain it? Should we all go up together to do the Yangko and dance in the square?"

"If you say so, it's not impossible."
Chapter completed!