This page looks best with JavaScript enabled
Chapter 90 Chain (1)
Bai Jingan and Xia Xia sat on the edge of the water. It seemed that there was no end to the horizon, but in fact there were precise calculations—all the water in Yingkong Lake was here.
Fans say that the beauty of that lake is also here. At first glance, the sun spreads out like broken gold on the open water, and you can see the bones in the shadow below. Summer thought, this is more suitable for it.
"Little Minkov's phone cannot get through." Bai Jingan said.
Xia Xia nodded, and said nothing.
——The police have not found out who caused the sinking of the lake, but they are a fringe organization, and they take care of the nostalgia of the civilians, and they have nothing to do with the floating gold group.
But someone knows about it.
This floating city has its own huge dark background. Some people use bloody wrists to control the order, but there are no laws and regulations for this kind of rule, and no one knows the details of punishment. A large amount of money cuts off all light.
He remembered that one time at a banquet, he heard a person who seemed quite worthy to talk to Old Minkov.
——The banquet program is usually very erotic and violent. The large body of the human body is made with a static sculptural effect, which is said to show some objectification.
The man said, "He doesn't look like sixteen."
Old Minkov said, "I don't want him to grow too fast."
When talking, little Minkov stood behind him, his eyes down, expressionless. The meaning of his words... makes summer hair stand up.
During the visit, the child stood by for a while, and summer asked, "Can they do this?"
The other party didn't lift his head, and said, "Of course they can."
Xia Xia whispered: "He has suffered a lot this time."
"This time, the sinking of the lake won't comfort him." Bai Jingan said.
"What do you think he wants to do?" Summer said.
"What he wants has always been simple," Bai Jingan said, "to destroy the world, or to destroy himself."
He thought about it and added another sentence: "Because he is the gold master, we should try our best to ensure that what we destroy is the world."
Summer laughed.
The setting sun burned on the water. Although it turned into water, the temple seemed to burn more violently, as if the little Minkov sank was not water, but fuel.
"What do you think?" Bai Jingan said, "this."
Summer was silent for a while.
The shimmering waves of the temple are picturesque, and the bones below it are looming like pebbles.
He looked up at the idol, even if he knew that it existed here for less than a year—heavy guns and half-length armor had just been added—but he always felt that it had been standing for hundreds of millions of years. It would be here forever, and people would always find it. It, and its bones increase year by year.
And he was empty in his own hands. Those people didn’t return the marshmallows and the scepter of the god of war to him-probably wanted a ritual-that was something of the Floating Gold Group. They would only have the lens and money when appropriate When earning, hand it to him.
When they first signed the contract, they told him that his life belonged to the TV station from now on, and it was the money-making tool of the Floating Gold Group. He would do what they wanted him.
He knows what the company wants him to do. Just like when they first came here, they gave him a scoring device and let him kill, now those people want him to be the god of war, standing on the top, gathering all the eyes, obsession and money.
In the end, they will give him another ending to maximize the benefits.
"They will kill me, won't they?" Summer said.
Bai Jingan didn't say anything for a while.
After a while, he said: "I won't let you get anything wrong."
"How do you say that sentence?" Xia Xiao laughed. "This is an overly optimistic and unrealistic sentence."
But the other party didn’t speak, and didn’t respond with a joke. Xia Tian turned to look at him, Bai Jingan looked at him... It is hard to describe the look in his eyes, just like when looking at his hometown, depressed, sad, and full of The suffocating darkness and murderous spirit.
Xia Xia could not speak for a while, but stretched out his hand and patted Bai Jingan's arm. Their injuries have healed and the battle is over, but it feels like pacifying a seriously injured comrade on the battlefield.
This is indeed on the battlefield.
At this moment, a message was sent, and the orange-red icon jumped in the corner of the line of sight.
Summer took a look, and the assistant sent him that the treatment of Wei Xi and Eric had ended, and they had to prepare to return from "death" to the bustling city.
——The above also indicated his dress, the name of the new makeup artist, preparation questions and preliminary image outline, and attached the next itinerary plan, densely packed, and people were dizzy.
Although Xia Xia is still a wounded person, and just came out of the treatment cabin, how could he have such a dense schedule, but his words do not count.
Bai Jingan didn't respond. Xia pressed down the icon, and the two stared at the water, with depressed expressions and no one wanted to move. Red to this one, it's probably okay to play big names.
"When I signed the contract, the person in charge told me that I will be the property of Floating Gold Group from now on." Xia Tian said.
He stared at the burning water before him.
"Sen Lan is right there, yelling at his dad, saying that I am his, he can't give away without permission." He said, touching the back of his neck, "I came to the upper city... The people at Honey Sugar Pavilion, planners and producers, those pornographic advertisements...many people have said similar things. I never think of who I am, but there are always so many people who want to tie me a chain."
He suddenly laughed. "Did you know that on the last day, Senlan came to me-he talked about a bunch of mess, what he had eaten, who slept with, as if someone really cared-suddenly asked if I would like to talk to him? Going to bed... I was hurt and it hurts terribly, but I couldn't help but laugh."
He seems to think this is particularly funny.
"He is mad, I know he will be mad, he will kill me." Xia Da said, "but I still keep laughing."
The fire-like setting sun of the Temple of War reflected in his eyes, a murderous look.
"In my first year in the city, I killed about three people." Bai Jingan said.
Xia Xia turned his head to look at him, and he said: "They all came across accidentally. A planner during the massacre in Zone N. He kept calling it the'lower studio', saying that Bai Lin was a gold star, and that he was the same. The idea...that is, you know that, and a full set of lines and plots—"
He paused for a while, and then said, "It seems like we are some kind of pets in a backyard cage! I was talking about this all over the time—I know I should keep a low profile, but—"
He laughed at himself when he first said it, but in the end, there was a vicious killing intent in his bones, and he couldn't even organize the sentences. The hatred never receded from him.
Xia Xia smoothed his hair.
"It's a good job, I haven't heard any wind." He said.
"It's not difficult." Bai Jingan said.
He turned his head to look at Xia Xia, and said again: "I won't let you do anything."
Summer nodded, smiled at him, and rubbed his hair.
Bai Jingan has always felt that the habit of getting started in summer is very naive, but he is indeed comforted, as if the wound is finally beginning to heal, and he is himself again.
He stood there, Ren Xia Tian messed up his hair, and looked up at the idol.
In the Temple of War God, the burning lake spread out on the bones, beautiful and magnificent, like hell.
But this is not a hell, it's just a floating gold group, a floating city, and a website.
Huitian said that he can't see Didi right now in the summer. See you in the medical hall where there is a full set of shooting teams and scene planning.
Wei Xi was wearing a light-colored dress and wearing medical makeup, standing beside him, with a fragile look, and said, "I'm back to the circus again."
His appearance makes people suspect that the medical department cut corners when treating him, but the assistant explained to Xia Tian that he had a good complexion, and the propaganda department felt that he shouldn’t be too alive to appear in front of the camera. He needed a sense of vulnerability and helplessness. The audience Will feel kind.
He is indeed very alive and kicking. provoked the camera twice along the way-turned it off, and said that didn't like the model-and had a fight with the propaganda assistant.
He died once, but now he is no longer silent and depressed. He is a nineteen-year-old. The kind that is murderous and eager to cause trouble.
"I can't believe I missed the final game." He said towards Xiaxia, "There must be a bigger scene in the future to make up for this regret."
"There should be." Summer said.
"I'm not looking forward to it too much." Eric said.
While talking, they came to the medical hall.
When they walked in, everyone suddenly stopped talking and stared at Summer.
This weird silence lasted for a while, as if they didn't know how to face him, how to talk to him. After a short period of time, suddenly, they were overwhelmed by cameras and human voices, like a big wave, and the whole world was boiling crazy outside.
"Do you know how many'executions' have occurred so far?"
"Most of them are dead. No one has ever really acted before. You gave people the courage to resist—"
"Will you make some kind of declaration? Is the Yingkong Lake incident a declaration of war on the monopoly of resources for the rich and unscrupulous?"
"Do you have anyone else you want to kill?"
"Will you date An Xiaoyin again?"
"Do you have a sexual relationship with Bai Jingan?"
In the middle of summer, he opened his lips twice, but he didn't even intervene in the words-but he took the time to say "no" on Bai Jingan's question-anyway, these people kept asking, don't delay the cold, he just listened That's it.
"Do you know what Anger did at 175? Did you kill him because of that?" a reporter said.
Of course Xia Xia didn't know, but he knew at this moment, it didn't matter what he said. He just needs to stay on the "throne".
In this chaos, he stared at the door, counting the time.
At that exact point in time, everyone gave up a gap, and Didi stood at the end of the fanatical crowd.
She wore an expensive brand suit, dressed up like an extraordinarily delicate cake at a banquet. Ms. Qian Cheng led her, holding Xia's gun in her hand.
Summer thought, the scene looks chaotic, but in fact it is very logical.
——What a clear symbol this is, telling you that they will give you enough force to kill you, but no one lives in a vacuum.
He belongs to this world, and the world has its rules, he must play his role well.
He smiled brightly at Didi, no matter how much trouble he is now, there was no reflection on his face.
The girl took a deep breath, smiled at him, and walked over quickly.
He was familiar with her expression. She was like this when he was in big trouble at home. He was sure she wanted to cry very much—and she would definitely cry when she got home later—but she smiled cutely and walked steadily when she walked over, as if every step had to be calculated so as not to make things worse.
He squatted down and opened his arms to her. She rushed over in the last two steps and hugged him hard. She was shaking.
"Okay, okay, I'm back." Summer said.
She gave a small choke, so low that only he could hear her, and then immediately pretended to be okay.
"I saw Yingkong Lake sinking, I thought it was an earthquake." She said to him, "Huitian took me to see the ruins, it's so beautiful!"
"Give it to me." Xia Da said.
"I want too."
"Wait for you to grow up."
Xia Xia kissed her hair, and everyone was busy taking pictures of this touching scene and sharing it in the public space.
Ms. Light Orange came over with a sweet smile, holding a dark tray with his gun in it. The gold and black are placed opposite each other, the beast of doom is like a black hole in the metal, but the scepter of the god of war is like a small piece of falling sunlight.
Xia Xia held Didi in one hand, reached out and picked up the gun.