Chapter 87 [030] The Dragon Is Strange

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Yang Zimei sat on the back seat of Min Gang's bicycle, with Min Gang's sweaty, but not unpleasant breath entangled in his nose.

She looked up at his long back, and watched the evening wind blow his jet-black hair up, overlapping with the memories of his previous life, like a dream.

Min Gang suddenly sang happily, the song "Bicycle Lover" from the back chord:

"Seventeen-year-old bicycle and I

The round dance cycle is very Mozart

My mind is still separated by the river of love

Chasing uphill and downhill

A few Hugo paragraphs with twists and turns

School bell fantasies only mr slow motion

Apple busy with the code of centrifugal force

The answer to who's the passenger in the tail seat is still tug-of-war

Single Puccini sings tragic choice

Cut the back into window paper and stick it to your heart, I like to copy your desk..."

His voice is very nice and full of energy and passion, Yang Zimei was fascinated by it.

At this time, a black Hummer H6, which was rarely seen in City A, was running in the driveway——

In the car sat Long Zhutian in black and Zhuge Lang, a handsome man in white.

Zhuge Lang looked outside boredly, and his eyes fell on the pair of boys and girls who were only fifteen or sixteen years old on the bicycle path.

The boys are sunny and energetic, the girls are delicate and soft, and the white dresses flutter.

"Wow, I really miss the good times when I was in middle school, when I kidnapped girls on bicycles." Zhuge Lang couldn't help but sigh at the beautiful scene in front of him.

Long Zhutian, who was driving, glanced slightly sideways.

The girl was sitting on the bicycle with her back to his direction, with a slender waist, black hair raised, a white skirt fluttering, and a pair of white jade feet swaying slightly, while the boy was happy, full of youthful tension.

His black eyes sank slightly, and there was an imperceptible sense of loss in his eyes.

Unlike Zhuge Lang, he has a normal growth trajectory.

He did not have the era of fluttering white clothes, only black swirls.

"Looking at the sad look in your eyes, don't you feel very lost?" Zhuge Lang sneered, capturing the rare sadness in his eyes.

Long Zhutian ignored him, turned his eyes away from the pair of teenagers, and continued to stare in front of him, his thin lips like a knife pursing coldly.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. With the steering wheel in his hand, he parked the car on the side of the road, slammed the door open, got out of the car, and with his slender and strong legs, he suddenly ran at a speed like a 100-meter sprint, fast. Like lightning, passers-by only feel a dark shadow flashing in front of them.

Zhuge Lang was stunned.

He couldn't understand, how could the always calm Long Zhutian suddenly do this, did he meet his enemy?

He hooked his head and went out to look, but found that Long Zhutian was running in the direction of the pair of boys and girls on bicycles.

He wouldn't be too jealous of the beauty of others and wanted to destroy it, right?

Zhuge Lang was embarrassed.

Min Gang was stepping on the bicycle vigorously when suddenly, a black figure like a ghost stopped in front of him, like the Shura God burrowing out of the ground.

He hurriedly braked, landed on his feet, and looked suspiciously at this strange man in a black shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes in front of him. He only felt that he was like an eagle in the dark night. It is the power of disdain for heaven and earth.

Yang Zimei, who was indulging in some kind of beautiful feeling, was also startled and raised his head, just in time to meet Long Zhutian's long, narrow and sharp black eyes, as if he had crashed into the devour of the night.

The man in front of him is so familiar!

He is almost 1.9 meters tall, tall and tall but not rough, with black and bright vertical hair, slanted eyebrows, sharp and narrow black eyes, thin and slightly pursed lips, and clear outlines like those carefully carved by a sculptor.

He stood quietly in front of the bicycle, the aura around him seemed to be frozen by him, and he only felt that the depression was condensed and suffocated.

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