Chapter 487: Why do you really change your mind?

Chapter 487 Why do you really change your mind?
In the pet hospital, the tortoise, who has a longer life than the elders, hid in the turtle shell and rolled straight out of the office door.
At the end, his body was covered with a pile of clothes.
"Dragons are angry! I am going to buy something else..." Gui Qianyi was frightened and asked for mercy.
You obviously wear this style... If you don’t like it, why bother it... just say...
I saw that if the dragon cherries face the frosty and violently, but he sighed heavily, "Forget it, how is Xiaojiang’s injury?"
Turtle Qianyi stretched out his head and drilled out from the dress. "There is a lot of blood loss... but the adult is rescued in time, and his life is saved. But he has a strange toxin left in his body. I am afraid for a short time. I can't wake up."
"I also tested the poison." Long Xi Ruo nodded: "But this poison is very strange, I have never seen it."
Kameichi also sighed: "I have never seen or heard this toxin since I have been living for so many years. I tried to extract this toxin by separation and found it to be several different kinds of highly toxic. Mixed variation."
"It's not like a means of chasing the wind." Long Xi Ruo said nothing.
The turtle said a little bit: "It’s not a toxin, it’s not a toxin."
Long Xirui subconsciously bite the fingernails and said: "It seems that there is something else... Now Xiaojiang is not awake, I know that I really only want to chase the wind, but unfortunately this guy is enchanted."
Turtle Qianyi said helplessly: "I see this genius of temperament and arrogance, self-respect is very strong and acting very radically. The old man and he talked a few words, only feeling that his heart is full of grievances to the world... Applying the Western scholars Is the personality of the society."
"There is nothing wrong with it." Long Xiruo shook his head. "Is there any news about the monsters that are sent to find the wind?"
"No." Turtle Qiang shook his head, but suddenly a bead came out of the tortoise shell. The color said: "Adult, can you borrow the blood of your real dragon?"
Long Xi Ruoyi, "I am losing my devil now, what do you want my blood to use?"
Turtle Qianyi shook his head and said: "The grown-ups, you can't use any demon power now, and feel the body is the same as ordinary people. But the real dragon inherits the land and the power of the supreme sanctity of the blood of the dragon. It won't disappear. The old man wants to borrow the blood of the real dragon, and use it to suppress the evil spirits of the old people who use the technique of 'watching the earth'."
Long Xi Ruo sighed: "You haven't used it for a long time. If you use it again, you will be hurt, your life..."
Turtle Qianyi said in a light way: "The adults have had an agreement with this country. Although the matter of the day of the Liu was finally fooled by the excuse of the crust change, it may not be for the attention of the people, but it is not caused. In the unlikely event of a large number of human casualties, you will not be able to explain to the adults... After all, if you are an adult, if you are exposed, then..."
Long Xiruo indulged in a moment, eventually biting his finger and giving the turtle a thousand drops of blood.
The blood fell into the beads of the turtle's hand and then sneaked into it, disappearing, and the turtle one sits on the ground, and a golden hood around the body, covering him and Long Xiruo .
Listening to the sky... The sky has been seen, the earth has heard, and the knowledge is both past and present.
When the Japanese-in-law Liu was once used once, it was only early to know that Long Xiru was seriously injured, so that Sun Xiaosheng went directly to pick up the monkey spirits that could restore vitality.
At this time, from the magical beads, a line of light and shadow, one of which is the hiding place of the pursuit of the wind.
"Backtracking, I want to know who Xiaojiang is moving." Long Xiruo frowned, and at the same time wrote down the place where the wind was hiding.
The turtle nodded a little and took a breath, and his hands slowly reversed the beads on his hands.
"Nini..."
When a certain picture flashed past, Long Xi’s brow was deep and wrinkled. When he had not had time to think about it, the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared and he could not continue to trace back.
At this time, Kameichi was pale and spit out a bit of blood, and the beads fell directly from his hand.
"Kurch one!"
"Old age... old can't peep at the more things before..." Turtle thousand fell to the ground, pale and powerless: "There is something... I have blocked the world. I saw what the Buddha saw... the abyss..."
The turtle’s head was directly on the ground, motionless.
"Gorge grandfather!!" Long Xiruo inevitably panic, rushing to shout the name that has not been called out for a long time.
Unexpectedly, the turtle was shrinking his neck at this time. "That, dragon, you pressed my palm..."
It is commonly known as death.
......
But as long as it didn't die, the real dragon of Shenzhou laughed out loudly, but ordered: "Knife one, then next time, I pulled your turtle shell!"
"It’s not dead when you die, but it’s really bad..."
Turtle Qianyi was helped by Long Xiruo, but wrote a few words on the paper, then let the paper fly out, slipped out of the gap in the iron gate of the hospital, and finally sent to the hands of the ghost baby.
"There is no weird force behind the chasing. It is impossible to trace back to the earlier things..." Katsuichi said with a cough: "But now I know where he is, I have told the ghosts to cough... Cough Cough, then, let's wait for the results."
Long Xiruo sighed and nodded, and helped the turtle to go to rest... but it was uncomfortable.
This made her think of the words in front of the shop on the same day.
What the boss said.
- "What time? The time to think of the method, the time to work hard, even the help of others and the time lost by others, the effort that others have used... Yes, I don't deny that no matter who is in trouble, maybe after a while I can find a solution, but what I have wasted, what I paid... Why did Miss Long not calculate?"
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The city is choppy in the dark... because there is another society that is unknown, the society of monsters.
But the normal society is as calm as usual.
The city is still busy, people are rushing away, busy, just to survive, and the goals of the heart - such as fame and fortune.
Cheng Yiran looked out the window.
In the past few days, he has moved to live in a villa with a dusty bell. But there are only two of them in the big place... There are men behind him who can't imagine huge financial resources, and there isn't even a servant at home.
The man even used to get up on time and make a breakfast for himself. This man is also used to sitting in the window sill while reading in the leisure time.
Look at "Les Miserables."
Cheng Yiran found that this man was spared most of the time.
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Cheng Yiran went downstairs and walked past the falling dust in the living room. It looked dull. He wanted some light, so he planned to open a little curtain.
Zhong Ding suddenly said: "Don't practice today?"
The clock fell and did not look up.
Cheng Yiran did not look at him. After the curtains were opened, he sat down on the sofa and picked up his guitar. He said: "It doesn't matter if you don't practice, if you can make yourself feel better."
Zhong Dust simply nodded and opened another page of "Les Miserables."
"Is this book very interesting? I think you have been watching it." Cheng Yiran couldn't find the topic, and casually looked at the clock and asked.
The clock fell quickly, and at this time, I had already read a page. He opened another page and said: "Have you seen it?"
Cheng Yiran laughed and said: "In the past, I ran for the sake of my livelihood. Later, I worked hard for my dreams. Now I am pulled into the house. Life is even more ups and downs. Unlike you, you have everything when you are born, you can have this kind of leisure."
"I don't think I have everything." Zhong Dian Mo has opened a new page. "This story is very interesting, you can also look at it."
Cheng Yiran browed and said: "What are you talking about?"
The clock fell silent but whispered: "A story of a thief."
Cheng Yiran simply sighed, then stood up, carrying a guitar, and said: "I am a little bored, go out and walk."
When the clock fell, the book on the handle was closed and stood up. He called the stop, and let him wait, then went to the side of the drawer, took out a key, and threw it into Cheng Yiran's hand. "I think you will like it."
The key to the car.
This is a super run that was opened yesterday by Cheng Yun.
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Super run is the dream of most men. This has nothing to do with the industry, it is only about speed.
The sound of the engine, like the roar of the beast, can make people inexplicably rush to the mood - of course, only for those who drive.
Passers-by will probably only feel very noisy... Of course, people who appreciate the same will not.
Cheng Yiran found that this is very similar to the music category he chose. In the eyes of many people, rock, especially some factional rock, is equivalent to noise for people who don't like it.
But no matter what, as Zhong Chenchen said, he really likes this super-run, because the feeling of driving is really so good, so that his depressed mood seems to be soothing a lot.
He seems to have nothing to worry about, because everything is backed by the huge financial resources behind the clock.
The conversation from the earlier mysterious boss also made him understand one thing. As long as he continued to use the financial resources of the clock, he would soon let most people close their mouths.
It seems that there really is nothing to worry about.
The super-run later stopped at the place where Cheng Yiran lived.
He quietly got out of the car, put on his hat, got his hair down, put on a trench coat, and put on glasses without glasses, so he walked out with his guitar.
"Boss, come to a fish noodle."
"okay."
Still the big long street full of nightclub bars, this is where Cheng Yiran came to the city where it has been the most mixed... and here is the place that has eaten the most.
At that time, only he and Hong Guan two, and every time after the end of the night, they will do it here. Two people, two bottles of Harbin beer, can eat a lot of food.
He found that he was eating food that was not used to the dust.
Despite their exquisiteness, they even have the taste to make the taste buds yield. But he still can't get used to it... he just doesn't get used to it, and he doesn't get used to it without reason.
Maybe the place is too silent.
But this afternoon or afternoon, the nightclubs and bars in Dachang Street have not yet reached the opening time, and the whole street seems quite deserted... Moreover, it is not the time to eat.
There are a few small boys sitting on the opposite table. It is the kind of student who came out after the early truancy. At this time, I only talk about some game problems.
"Hey, you want the fish noodles... Did I see you?" The boss who sent the bowl noodles frowned.
"Is it?" Cheng Yiran took a disposable chopsticks and opened the sauce in the bowl with chopsticks. He said: "It’s not surprising that you have seen it. The boss is here to set up a stall here every day. I know more people than me.

The boss may have been too busy for this period of time. When I saw a small stool that seemed to be awkward, I sat down at the table and said, "Hey! I love to hear you. I have seen so many people here!" Male and female, rich and have no money, infatuated and ruthless, sly, and more!"
"This is very good." Cheng Yiran smiled and said: "It must be very interesting."
"That is!" Auntie said: "I have been selling fish eggs for so many years here, and it has been ups and downs, what strange things have not been encountered?"
"Is it?" Cheng Yiran squatted in a big mouth, idle and idle, "How strange?"
The fish and eggs are strong on the table: "Don't say anything else, do you know Cheng Yiran?"
"Is he famous?"
"Hey, you are playing music like this. You still know who Cheng Yiran is?" The fish egg said strongly: "The most popular thing in the city is him. You really don't know?"

"Do you know him?" Cheng Yiran laughed.
The fish egg said: "I know him, he doesn't know you. But I told you that this process may also be someone who has eaten fish eggs in Uncle Ah! Oh, that guy, before I became famous, I heard that It’s mixed here.

Cheng Yiran did not like to mix the three words, this time quietly eating noodles, no response.
The fish and eggs are strong but suddenly: "Hey... Did I really see you somewhere? You are like this, it’s a bit like..."
"What is it like?" Cheng Yiran frowned.
The fish and eggs are strong enough to come forward and stare for a while: "It seems like a guy I met one night."
"Yes." Cheng Yiran bowed his face.
The fish and eggs are strong but recall: "I didn't make a fortune at that night. There is a guy who sent me the guy who was eating... Hey, it's almost like what you are carrying, what is the nose? Or is it? I don’t want to, anyway, I can’t do it. Can you guess? I told you, the guy left, then came a strange guy, and said that he bought the North Division. That is also a weirdo. Uncle, I am opening a low price. He is not rare. It is hard for me to open a high price. Hey, the world of rich people, I really don’t understand!"
"You... do you remember the appearance of the person who bought the things?" Cheng Yiran suddenly asked.
The fish and eggs were so strong that they frowned and thought for a while: "It seems to be... Hey, it seems to be what it looks like? It’s strange, Auntie, this memory is not blowing, I didn’t think about it?"
"I am full." Cheng Yiran suddenly dropped the chopsticks, and quickly wrote a number on the banknotes that came out. "Boss, if you meet the person who bought Beth next time, call me on this call." I will let you make another windfall."
"It's simple!" The fish egg smugly smacked on the ten-dollar banknote with the phone number, but saw that the guest had got up and left, suddenly slammed and patted the head: "Cute, wait Have you ever asked me about this? Before??"
At this point, a passerby suddenly screamed: "Is it Cheng Yiran? Really Cheng Yiran!!"
Watching several people rushing to the back of the guy's back at this time, the fish is strong and took a shot, feeling that he might have missed one...
"The trough! I knew that it was a big star, and I didn't accept a bowl of twenty!"
I missed ten dollars.
(End of this chapter)