The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   "You are all like this."

   A sentence of the past, an understatement, just wants people to let go. If the past is like clouds and smoke, how can there be so many people in the world who are stuck for half their lives and end up in prison with hatred!

  Tan Junxi is not.

   If it doesn’t happen to me, I don’t know the pain. One sentence is pitiful and one innocent, and the seventeen-year-old is understated.

   Every snowflake and sound is a perpetrator.

   Later, I couldn't count how many knives and how many screams.

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

"why?"

   "Why..." By the end, Tan Junxi's voice was almost choked up. It was him who committed the murder, and now he is also begging, "Just don't let her go..."

   She has been calling for help for three hours, and how many times she has had the chance to let go of her heart, she has never had one, not even once!

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

   On the top of Nanping Mountain, the sky and the earth are the same color, and the vastness is vast.

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

   There are still more than 20 surviving ancient warriors, and they are clinging to Shen Qingzhuo. This generation of patriarchs is not good. As the only blood of the family, they will definitely bring Shen Qingzhuo back, at all costs!

Shen Qingzhuo had a lot of wounds on his body, his black coat was stained darker with blood, and there was blood on his face, but his eyes were ruthless. The **** smell of ancient imperial despotism.

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

   "Shen Qingzhuo!"

   A familiar but hoarse voice pierced through the wind and snow, and the flames rang out, and fell heavily beside his ears.

far away.

   Someone staggered and came to him.

  Jiang Li'an saw such a scene and saw the blood all over him, almost beyond his 18 years of understanding, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, regardless of the burning fire or the pain in his ankle, he ran towards him without hesitation!

  My hair is messy and stumbling.

   There is light behind her.

"do not come--!"

   A cold, stern shout rolled out of his throat before it was too late.

  The steel bars piled up above by the steel factory fell heavily towards her along with the burning fire!

   tearing whoever's eyes light.

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

  Tan Junxi was still holding a blood-stained knife in his hand, and at his feet was the dying Shen Weishan. Just as he was about to make up for the last knife, his eyes suddenly froze, and then he saw an unbelievable figure——

   "Jiang Li'an!"

   Another heart-piercing voice sounded. Jiang Ye half abandoned his car and walked to the top of the mountain. Just watching the scene, his heart stopped.

   He didn't need to think at all, he stood in front of Jiang Li'an.

   He was pushed away.

   "Boom—"

   The fire was raging, the steel bars were broken, and they were smashed down at the person.

  On the verge of death, someone pushed Jiang Ye away fiercely, threw Jiang Li'an on the ground, and protected her with his own body.

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

   The fire is still spreading, the smoke is billowing, the cold wind is howling, the snow is flying on the high mountains, falling on everyone, and the fine coolness penetrates to the bone marrow.

  The whole world, quiet and collapsed.

  Jiang Li'an was held in his arms, then trembling, he felt blood on his hands.

   "Don't let you come out... You just don't listen..." There was an intermittent forbearance voice, and the extreme pain ran through the heart and lungs.

  The steel bar fell heavily on the back, and the bones were broken. Forget it, Tan Junxi didn't let go of Jiang Li'an for a second, his vision was blurred, and he saw Jiang Ye's horrified face, but he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

  Tan Junxi was one of the few soft-hearted and kind-hearted people in his life, which was only given to Jiang Ye.

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

"sorry."

   The voice mixed with sighs fell softly, suppressing the deep pain, like fallen leaves returning to their roots, annihilated in the wind and snow.

   In a word, when Jiang Ye's heart was broken, his heart was suddenly empty, and the howling wind poured into the **** hole.

   Forever, completely, what is lost.

  Tan Junxi used his last strength to push Jiang Li'an towards Jiang Ye, and seemed to smile at him. He didn't say the name in his throat, and 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, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"boom--!!"

  The flames completely swept the steel plant. Shen Weishan was struggling to climb out, but was caught in the explosion!

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

   Maybe he will die, maybe not, let's see Shen Qingzhuo's life.

  Tan Junxi lay on the ground and slowly closed his eyes, even every breath was a stinging pain.

   He has not finished solving the murderer of the year, and will be buried with others.

  How can you be reconciled?

   When his consciousness was dizzy, Tan Junxi saw his childhood through the snow light.

   He is too tired.

   He really wanted to sleep.

  The sound of the explosion was earth-shattering, and the steel plant was crumbling.

   "Qingzhuo, Qingzhuo, save me!" Shen Weishan grabbed the boy's leg firmly, screaming and begging for mercy, "I am your father! You must save me!"

  Blood dripped from Shen Qingzhuo's fingertips, in the midst of the fire, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Shen Weishan.

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

   Then, Shen Qingzhuo smiled, raised his feet, and in the hopeful eyes of the other party, he heavily kicked Shen Weishan into the sea of ​​fire!

   At this moment, there is no revenge for the joy of childhood, nor the sadness of the death of the biological father.

  All the past, burnt up in this fire.

   The blizzard was flying, the fire was raging into the sky, everything was shaky, the hem of his clothes was blown up by the wind, he walked out of the firelight, bent down and hugged Jiang Li'an.

   "Brother..." Shen Siyue stood outside with a pale face, and when she saw the two people walking out, tears welled up in her eyes.

  The snow stopped.

   There is a rising sun on the horizon.

   The sky is bright, and the dawn is finally seen.

everything is over.

  Everything is going in a good direction.

  South City Center Gymnasium.

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

   There is still half an hour before the concert starts.

   And so far, Shen Qingzhuo has no news.

   "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 agent squatted on the ground, closed in circles, and cursed Shen Qingzhuo.

   "There's still half an hour left. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back in time. How can I explain it to the above?"

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

   "Wait a little longer, half an hour, it's not too much to wait."

   "But if it doesn't, the show will start at that time. How can we explain it? Should we go up to the big yangko and dance square dance?"

   "It's not impossible if you say so."

   At nine o'clock in the morning, the concert officially started!