Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, Yes, it's just that we haven't seen each other for a long time.

Rob was intrigued and asked, Does she like you?

Chen Changsheng was a little embarrassed and hummed.

Rob raised his eyebrows slightly and said, We have lovers, why don't we meet?

It was obvious that he did not agree with Chen Changsheng's approach.

For him, the most difficult thing is to have a lover. Since he has a lover, of course he must stay together forever and cannot be separated for a moment.

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, It's inconvenient to meet, and...she has some important things to do.

Rob didn't say anything else. He picked up the wine bottle between his fingers and took a big sip. He murmured, We like each other...what does that feel like?

Chen Changsheng didn't hear clearly and asked, What?

Nothing, just drinking talk.

Rob looked at the wilderness at the end of the mountain stream, as if he saw the mountain peak with clouds and mist all year round, and a touch of sadness appeared between his eyebrows.

From the first moment he woke up, Chen Changsheng saw Rob in his eyes as cool but indifferent, casual but uninhibited, but he had never seen him look like him before.

The sadness is very light, but the beard on the face can't hide it. Why are there so many vicissitudes of life between the young eyebrows?

He really wanted to know Rob's story and what he had been through.

I am a person without stories. Rob quickly got rid of that emotion, handed the wine bottle to Chen Changsheng, and said calmly: Because my life has been too smooth, except for the trouble I encountered once when I was a child. There’s nothing you can’t wish for.”

Chen Changsheng thought to himself, then why are you so sad.

But there are many things in the world that have nothing to do with your own efforts, such as love affairs between men and women, such as major matters between life and death. No matter how you struggle and grow, you cannot be sure of defeating the other party, because these two relationships require Respond.

Rob pointed to the stars in the sky and said: You tell the stars that you don't want to go back. If the stars don't respond to you, you will grow old and die. You tell the girl, I like you, but even if you are the best, But she just doesn’t like it, so what can you do?”

Xingkong and the girl will only look at you quietly, maybe showing pity or sympathy, but when will they change their minds?

The starry sky that can change colors, shapes and rules at will can only be an oil painting in Xuelao City.

The girl who falls in love with you because of your begging or hard work may be a good girl, but unfortunately, she is not the girl he likes.

What can you do?

This plain sentence made Chen Changsheng feel very sad.

Or maybe it was because he had prayed to the stars countless times for forgiveness in life and death.

He patted Rob's shoulder awkwardly, wanting to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.

The sky is filled with stars.

The girl is in the far south.

Thankfully he didn't say anything at this point.

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The evening conversation went very happily, and Rob was still in such a good mood when he returned to his study.

In the past few years, he has always played the role of a teacher in the mountain sect, even when facing disciples of his own generation, and with his knowledge and knowledge, there are really not many people he can talk to so freely, except for his second junior brother and junior sister.

He was originally going to find out the guy's identity, but for the sake of drinking and talking this night, no matter which force he was from, let him go.

It's a little regrettable that that guy's drinking capacity is too bad, far inferior to that of his junior sister.

Yes, who can compare to junior sister?

He looked at the empty bookshelf and was lost in thought for a long time, with a bitter smile on his face.

He shook his head, dismissed all his thoughts, and continued to tidy up the study in preparation for leaving.

He didn't lie to that guy, he was really ready to leave and return to the mountain.

At this time, he saw some changes in the secret note on the desk from when he left, and knew that someone had been here.

He took out a letter from the desk secret box.

This is a letter from home.

The letter described some major events that had happened recently. It was very detailed and detailed, and was even more complete than the most secret military documents.

His eyes moved slowly on the letter, and his sword-like eyebrows gradually raised, as if he wanted to cut off all the beards on his face.

His eyes also became colder and colder.

It turned out that in addition to Ning Shiwei, Zhu Ye, and Tianhai Zhanyi, there were also people from the Tang family that night.

These people actually died because they wanted to rob those mysterious cinnabar pills.

He had long been accustomed to the behavior of the big shots in the Zhou Dynasty, but he still felt that this behavior was very shameless, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

Why should you deserve your own death?

He continued to read the letter.

Then, he saw the name of the Demon Lord.

His expression became a little solemn.

Finally, he saw Chen Changsheng's name.

His expression became extremely solemn, and the hand holding the letter became stiff.

He raised his head and looked out the window, wondering whether it was by the stream or the hut where meat was always stewed.

He remembered the traces on the cliff that day, the unconscious guy, the previous conversation by the stream and some of the details in the conversation...

His expression changed several times.

At first, it was a little red, but it didn't look like anger. Then, it turned a little white, but it didn't look like fright.

Like a drunk who has had too much wine.

In the end, all the emotions were replaced by a bitter smile, full of self-deprecation.

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Drinking under the stars and talking about girls while drinking are what young men like to do most.

In the past, when he was at the National Education Academy, Chen Changsheng was unwilling to accompany Tang Sanliu when he was doing these things. After tonight, he realized that it was indeed very enjoyable.

He was thinking about going to Wenshui to meet Tang Sanliu in a few days. Should he bring a few bottles of good wine as a way of repaying Mr. Tang for giving him an umbrella?

Of course, conversation over wine, like the drinking itself, all depends on who you're talking to.

Chen Changsheng felt that tonight's conversation was very pleasant, even a little pleasant, because the person he was talking to was Rob.

This reminded him of the scene where he had a late night conversation with Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai and others in the thatched cottage of Tianshu Mausoleum.

Of course, the most similar thing to tonight was the conversation with Xu Yourong in that snow temple.

The snow temple is beside the white grass road.

The White Grass Road is in the grassland where the sun never sets.

The sun never sets on the grassland is part of Zhou Garden.

Suddenly, Chen Changsheng woke up and no longer felt drunk.

When he just woke up from a coma a few days ago, he felt that he had forgotten something.

Then he finally remembered.

There are still people in Zhou Garden.

He took a sip of the strong tea brought by Nan Ke, asked her to watch the movement at the door, and then took off the string of stone beads on her wrist.

One of the five stone beads is black.

His consciousness fell on the black stone bead.

The next moment, he felt the slightly cold wind blowing on his face.

It is still at the highest point of Zhou Tomb.

He looked around and saw that the grassland had long been restored to its original state, and it was very green and green.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar sounded around Zhou Ling, and a herd of beasts surged towards this side like a tide.

That year, the scene he and the girl saw was the same.

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(Only the starry sky and girls...and food and wine and novels and movies and scenery and the universe and truth and oneself cannot be let down.)