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"Calm down, Master Long! I’m going to buy another..." Gui Qianyi begged for mercy.

’You were wearing such a style... if you don’t like it, you should have told me before...’

Long Xiruo walked out with freezing look but she sighed heavily, "Forget it, how is Xiaojiang’s wound?"

Gui Qinyi crawled out from those clothes and dresses, "Massive blood loss... but fortunately you rescued him in time, his life was saved, but a strange toxin remains in his body, which will stop him from waking up for a pretty long time."

"I discovered the toxin too." Long Xiruo nodded, "But I never saw such toxin in my life."

Gui Qianyi sighed, "I’ve been living for so many years, and never saw or heard of that. I tried to separate it to extract this kind of toxin, but I found it is a mixture of some different highly toxic stuff."

"It’s not like the means from Wind." Long Xiruo mentioned.

Gui Qianyi nodded, "Xianji didn’t use it either."

Long Xiruo bit her fingernail, "Is there something else... Now that Xiaojiang isn’t waking up, the only one who knows it is Wind, but he is demonized."

Gui Qianyi was helpless, "In my opinion, that guy is ruthless and tyrannical, has strong self-respect and is extreme. In the short conversation with him, I found his heart is full of discontent and indignation toward the world... In the words of the western scholars, he has an antisocial personality."

"Demons control his heart." Long Xiruo shook her head, "No news about Wind yet?"

"No." Gui Qianyi shook his head, but fished out a bead from his turtle shell, and said seriously, "Master, may I use your blood?"

Long Xiruo was stunned, "I lost all my monster power, what will you do with my blood?"

Gui Qianyi shook his head, "Master, you think you have no monster power like a common person, but the true dragon is built on the Godly Land, so the power of the true dragon’s blood won’t disappear. I want to use one drop of the true dragon’s blood to suppress the demons that I provoked by using the skill ’Heavenly-Sight and Ground-Hear’."

Long Xiruo sighed, "You just used it before several days. If you use it again, it’ll damage your power, and your life..."

Gui Qianyi said indifferently, "Master signed an agreement with this country. Xiang Liu’s issue was passed using the excuse of the Earth’s crust moving, but some sensible ones may know of that event, merely keeping silent. If this time, Wind causes some trouble and creates mass injuries or deaths of humans, Old Turtle is afraid that master has to... After all, in the current situation, if Master exposed yourself..."

Long Xiruo thought for a second; finally, she bit through her finger and gave Gui Qianyi one drop of blood.

That blood dropped onto the bead and disappeared. Gui Qianyi sat on the ground, a golden-light dome surrounded both of them.

Heaven-Sight and Ground-Hear... Heaven is all-seeing, and the ground all-hearing, all views were the past and the present.

Gui Qianyi only used it once for Xiang Liu’s issue that day, so he knew Long Xiruo obtained a serious injury in advance and asked Sun Xiaosheng to get the Monkey-Soul Liquor, which could help her get well.

At that time, threads of light were shot out of that magical bead, one of them was the place Wind hid.

"Trace back, I want to know who attacked Xiaojiang." Long Xiruo frowned, copying down the place Wind hid.

Gui Qianyi nodded; he inhaled heavily as both hands turned the bead.

"Nini..."

Scenes flashed across, Long Xiruo frowned deeply. Before she could think about it carefully, the scene suddenly disappeared, she couldn’t trace back any longer.

At the moment, Gui Qianyi face turned pale, a mouthful of blood was vomited, and the bead dropped from his hand.

"Gui Qianyi!"

"Old Turtle... cannot take a further glance at the matters before that..." Gui Qianyi fell down, "Something... cut off the view between the heaven and the ground. I saw... the abyss..."

Gui Qianyi head hit the ground and stopped moving.

"Grandpa Gui!!" Long Xiruo called him a name she hadn’t called in a long time.

But unexpectedly, Gui Qianyi contracted his neck, "Well, Master Long, you’re squashing my hand..."

He never lost his breath.

...

As long as he was alive. The true dragon laughed with a bitter face, and ordered him, "Don’t scare me anymore, or I going to remove your shell!"

"Old Turtle didn’t die, but got a really serious injury..."

Gui Qianyi stood up with Long Xiruo’s help; he wrote down some letters on the paper, then scattered it through the door gap, sending it to Ghost Baby finally.

"Some weird power was protecting Wind, Old Turtle cannot see earlier things..." Gui Qianyi coughed as saying, "But you know where he is now, I’ve told Ghost Baby... Cough, next, let’s wait for the result."

Long Xiruo sighed with a nod, then she held Gui Qianyi to have a rest... she felt unhappy, and was reminded of the sentence the boss said to her in front of the club.

---’Then what about the time? They need time to think of the idea, work hard, even the time and effort of their helpers that were lost... You’re right, I won’t deny that everybody could find a way to solve their problems, but, the time they waste, and the others that they pay or spend on... Why don’t Miss. Long take into account those?’

...

...

The other side of the society was dark... because there existed another unknown society---monsters’ society.

But the ordinary one was quiet as usual.

The city was still congested, everyone was busy with their lives and the targets in their hearts---such as fame and wealth.

Cheng Yiran looked out through the window.

He had moved into Zhong Luochen’s house these days, but only two of them lived there... The wealthy man didn’t even have a servant.

This man got up on time, prepared breakfast for himself and read books in front of the window during his leisure time.

The book was "Les Miserables".

Cheng Yiran found he had much spare time everyday.

...

Cheng Yiran went downstairs, walking by Zhong Luochen at the dining room. He wanted light, and planned to pull open the curtain.

Zhong Luochen asked suddenly, "Won’t you go practice?"

Zhong Luochen didn’t raise his head.

However, Cheng Yiran didn’t look at him either. He opened the curtains a little, sitting on the sofa and holding up his guitar, "It doesn’t matter, the point is to make myself happy."

Zhong Luochen simply nodded, turning to the next page of ’Les Miserables’.

"Is this book interesting? You keep reading it." Cheng Yiran found a topic to talk about with Zhong Luochen.

Zhong Luochen read it quickly; now he turned to another page, saying calmly, "Have you read it?"

Cheng Yiran laughed, "I used to be busy trying to stay alive and then work hard for the dream. Now that I joined your team, more work came. I’m not like you, who has everything since you’re born. I have no spare time and leisure to read books."

"I haven’t owned everything yet." Zhong Luochen turned pages, "The story is very interesting, you can read it."

Cheng Yiran raised his eyebrows, "What’s it about?"

Zhong Luochen said softly, "A thief’s story."

Cheng Yiran answered him simply, then stood up and carried his guitar, "I am a bit bored, I’ll go out for a walk."

When Zhong Luochen closed the book and stood up, he called Cheng Yiran to wait for him. Walking to a drawer, he took out a key and threw it to Cheng Yiran, "I think you’ll like it."

It was the key of a car---a sports car, the one Cheng Yun drove outside yesterday.

...

A sports car was the dream of most males. The only thing that mattered was speed, regardless of what kind of job they did.

The beast-roar-like engine sound made people’s heart thump--- Of course, only for the drivers.

Passers-by will only feel it noisy--- except those who enjoyed it.

Cheng Yiran found it similar to the music he chose. In many people’s view, Rock and Roll, especially some series of Rock were merely noise to those who didn’t like it.

But anyway, as Zhong Luochen said, he liked this sports car, because it was cool to drive around with it. Therefore, his worrying mood was relieved these days.

He didn’t have to worry about anything, because he was supported by Zhong Luochen’s huge financial resources.

And the conversation between him and the mysterious boss made him understand that most opponents would soon shut the mouth with the help of Zhong Luochen’s support.

Nothing should probably be cared about.

The sports car was parked near Cheng Yiran’s old apartment.

He got off the car, wearing a cap, a pair of frames without the eyeglass, and a wind coat, letting his hair down and walking out while carrying his guitar.

"Boss, give me a portion of Fish-Ball noodles, please."

"OK."

In that long street full of night bars where Cheng Yiran came the most frequently... and also the place he ate food most frequently.

That time, he and Hong Guan would sit down here after finishing a performance at night. They would order two bottles of beer and ate kebabs.

He found he couldn’t get used to the food Zhong Luochen cooked.

They were delicate and very delicious, but he couldn’t still get used to them... no other reason for that.

Maybe that place was too quiet.

But now, it was afternoon, no bars or night clubs opened, and the whole street seemed extremely desolated... besides that, it was not the time for dinner.

Only some little boys were sitting at opposite seats, who skipped school and spoke about something about gaming.

"Your Fish-Ball noodle is ready... Have I seen you before?" The boss frowned and asked.

"Have you?" Cheng Yiran divided the disposable chopsticks, and stirred the noodle as saying, "It’s not weird if you saw me before. You’re doing business here every day, and must have seen more people than me."

Probably because the business was not busy, the boss pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, "Yes, you’re right. I have really met too many people here! Man and woman, the wealthy and the poor, the love-struck and the ruthless, the pimp and prostitute, many more!"

"It must be very interesting." Cheng Yiran smiled.

"You got it!" The boss humphed, "I, Fish-Ball Qiang, have been selling fish balls for so many years throughout wind and rain. I have met all kinds of rare and weird issues!"

"Really?" Cheng Yiran gulped down the noodles, "How rare?"

Fish-Ball Qiang patted the table, "Leaving aside others, do you know Cheng Yiran?"

"Is he very famous?"

"Tut, you’re playing music, don’t you know Cheng Yiran?" Fish-Ball Qiang tutted, "He’s the most famous guy in this city. Don’t you know him?"

"Do you know him?" Cheng Yiran laughed.

Fish-Ball Qiang said, "Yes, I know him, but he doesn’t know me. But, Cheng Yiran has probably eaten Fish Balls here! Tut, I heard that guy was wandering in the bars around here."

Cheng Yiran didn’t like the word ’Wander’. He was now eating the noodles without reply.

While Fish-Ball Qiang said, "Huh... I can’t remember where I saw you. You seem like..."

"Like who?" Cheng Yiran frowned.

Fish-Ball Qiang approached and gazed at him for seconds, "Like a certain guy I met on a certain night."

"Really?" Cheng Yiran and picked up some noodles.

Fish-Ball Qiang remembered, "That night, I earned unexpected money! Some guy sent his musical instrument to me, like yours. He said it was a base? Or bass? Anyway, he said he couldn’t play it anymore. Guess what happened? Another freak came after that guy left, and bought the bass. That freak didn’t take a low price but didn’t buy it until I asked for a high price. Tut, I cannot understand the rich men’s world!"

"Can you remember what that buyer looks like?" Cheng Yiran asked.

Fish-Ball Qiang gaped, thinking for a long period, "Well... that’s... weird, I cannot remember him."

"I’m done." Cheng Yiran put down the chopsticks, and wrote down a phone number on the money he took out, "Boss, if you met that guy, call me through this number, I’ll make you earn another fortune."

"OK!" Fish-Ball Qiang flicked the banknote. Seeing the customer left, he was stunned and patted his head, "Sh*t, oh wait, have you asked me about this matter before??"

Now, a passer-by screamed, "Is that Cheng Yiran? He’s really Cheng Yiran!!"

Watching several guys chased after that guy, Fish-Ball Qiang patted his head again. He thought he might have missed a...

"F*ck! If I knew he’s a famous singer, I should have charged 20 yuan for the noodles!"

He missed 10 yuan.