2017: C2017 Hi Long Time No See

C2017 Hi Long Time No See

It was Jing Hongming.

Jing Hongming?

Who is Jing Hongming?

Pann Dongdong, who was standing behind Red Dust, frowned when she heard the man say his name. She felt that this name sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but couldn't remember who said it. Naturally, she couldn't remember who Jing Hongming was.

Hong Chen was clearly more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than Pann Dongdong. The corner of her eyes twitched as she shouted, "Jing Hongming, you're Jing Hongming?"

The man didn't say anything. With his hands behind his back, he stood in the swirling snow, appearing very lonely. He looked very suspicious, but no one could ignore his existence, even though he was mixed in with the crowd of thousands.

"She seems to have heard of Jing Hongming's name. From her shocked tone, I can tell that Jing Hongming should be very powerful. I also think that he should be a very powerful person, but how could I forget who told me about him and what he did? "

Pann Dongdong felt a headache coming on as she racked her brain to figure out who Jing Hongming was. She had completely forgotten that she was almost killed by the mortal world just now and even forgot why she was here.

Some people were like a large magnet. Once they appeared, they would attract everyone's attention and thoughts.

Jing Hongming was undoubtedly such a person.

"December Draconis, October cold-blooded Jing Hongming!"

After the initial shock, Hong Chen quickly returned to normal. This point could be determined from the way she was mumbling to herself.

Draconis December, October cold-blooded Jing Hongming!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across Pann Dongdong's mind.

She finally remembered who Jing Hongming was: Jing Hongming was the teacher of her most beloved man.

"Tang Peng's teacher is here. Jing Hongming, so he's Jing Hongming."

Pann Dongdong's eyes, which were filled with an abnormally strong desire for death, suddenly lit up.

Pann Dongdong had never been interested in those fights and killings in the martial arts world. She only felt that those men with broken chests and silver spears in their throats were purely simple martial artists with well-developed limbs. No matter how powerful they were, how could they block a bullet?

Don't forget, today is a highly developed society. Any hero who could command the wind and rain in the era of cold weapons is just trash.

There was a saying, 'no matter how high one's martial arts is, you can knock it down with one shot!'

Perhaps it was because Jing Hongming was the teacher that he liked, so he always looked down on Pann Dongdong, who was the martial arts teacher. Therefore, he had a good impression of Pann Dongdong.

Of course, Pann Dongdong only had this impression of Jing Hongming because he was Tang Peng's teacher. She actually looked down on him from the bottom of her heart.

But now, Pann Dongdong knew she was wrong.

Very wrong.

She suddenly realized that regardless of how advanced technology was in today's society, there were some 'simple-minded people with well-developed limbs' who could give people an indescribable sense of security.

Furthermore, after knowing that Jing Hongming was Tang Peng's teacher, Pann Dongdong had the urge to throw herself into his arms and cry, causing her tears of grievance to flow freely.

She did not know why she had such a strong impulse. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, and her grievances, which had been suppressed with all her might, also erupted like a volcano. She covered her face with her hands and shook her shoulders forcefully, immersing herself in her sorrowful world.

Snow was still falling.

The north wind was still blowing.

The snowflakes that were like goose feathers landed on Pann Dongdong's body silently.

She was completely immersed in her own world, tormented by grief and despair, no longer caring about anything else in this world.

She only wanted to cry. She threw herself into her most trustworthy bosom and burst into tears without restraint.

But, where was that embrace?

After who knows how long, when Pann Dongdong covered her face and shook her shoulders violently, Jing Hongming's gentle voice sounded from in front of her, "You are very sad, I know. If you want to cry, cry. "

Pann Dongdong trembled as she slowly lowered her hands from her face and raised her head.

Jing Hongming stood in front of her. His expression was still calm, his eyes were still bright, but no longer cold.

His clothes on his left shoulder looked as if it had been torn apart by the claws of a cat, exposing his shoulder. He could see the marks of blood, but he didn't seem to feel anything. He just stood there quietly, lowering his head slightly to look at Pann Dongdong.

Jing Hongming was definitely older than Pann Dongdong, but not by much.

However, his current appearance reminded Pann Dongdong of her father. When she was six years old, she had gotten into trouble at school and didn't dare to go home, so she went to the park alone. When it got dark and she didn't dare to cry too loudly, her father had appeared before her.

Then, Pann Dongdong threw herself into Jing Hongming's arms as if she was hugging her father, hugging his waist and crying loudly!

When a person's sadness, despair, and grievance reached their limits, the only way to not break down was to cry loudly.

Tears and howls were the best medicine to relieve the mental stress.

There is no doubt about this. This is also the reason why the person who dotes on you the most cries his heart out after he passed away at the age of a hundred.

Jing Hongming was like a javelin. Even when Pann Dongdong hugged him and wailed, he still stood straight.

Bei Feng wrapped up the heavy snow and blew it into the pavilion, causing it to fall on the two of them and covering the pool of blood on the ground.

The wind finally stopped blowing.

Snow was still falling.

Tonight, Gao Fei, who had drunk at least three pounds of liquor, drove his car towards Imperial Society.

What time is it?

Gao Fei didn't care.

For those who drank too much, who would care what time it was? Was the road difficult?

At most, after the car hit a tree by the roadside, they would angrily jump off the car, give the tree a kick, and after a nervous curse, turn around and leave.

As for the cars with the doors open, for those who drank too much, how many of them could still remember that they came by car after venting at a big tree?

"Hey, brother, how are you doing after a long time? "Hey, friend, if it's really you, say hello!"

Gao Fei howled like a wolf as he walked down the road crookedly. He woke up many windows and turned on the lights.

Ever since "The Legend of Martial Arts" was shown on the red screen, Gao Fei liked the poem "Long time no see" very much. He also liked to roar a few times when he drank too much.

Mr. Gao was usually a very low-key person.

However, when he drank too much, he was very fond of someone who could hear his voice, which was even more charming than crying ghosts.

It was a pity that it was snowing heavily tonight. Apart from the flickering neon lights on the street and the lamps in the distance, not even a shadow could be seen.

This displeased Mr. Gao a little, but it couldn't disturb his interest in singing loudly.

After falling a few times, Mr. Gao finally saw two people walk out of an alley when he passed by the entrance of a small alley.

In front of him was a man, followed by a woman, two meters or so behind him. The man held his chin in the snow, his back straight and his hands clasped behind his back.

The woman behind him lowered her head slightly, just like a daughter-in-law that ran away with someone and was caught by her husband.

When the audience finally appeared, Gao Fei was very happy even though he hadn't seen what the two looked like and wasn't sure if they were interested in him singing, but when he opened his mouth and was about to sing in a more resonant voice, he accidentally gasped for breath and began to cough violently.

It wasn't easy to meet two people who came to admire his singing in the middle of the night, but he started to cough heavily. This made Mr. Gao very depressed. He bent over and coughed for half a minute before forcefully stopping and raising his head.

Just as he looked up, he heard a woman's voice: "Hey, Gao Fei, are you drunk?"

"D-Are you drunk?" "How could I be drunk — you, who are you, how did you know I was Gao Fei?"

Gao Fei stared at the woman in front of him, but he couldn't see her face clearly: "You, why do you have two heads?"

"Gao Fei, it's me, it's Pann Dongdong!"

When the woman saw that Mr. Gao was about to slip away again, she quickly reached out to support him.

"Pann Dongdong? Sister Dong? Tang Peng's brat, Sister Dong? "

Although Mr. Gao was drunk, luckily he wasn't completely drunk. He finally realized who Pann Dongdong was.

"It's me, it's me."

Pann Dongdong nodded her head vigorously and continued to complain, "Why are you drinking so much? It's so dangerous. Why didn't Don see you off? "

"Heh, heh, you're talking about that brat, Tang Peng, right?"

Gao Fei smiled proudly: "He gave it to me? When I left, the kid was under the sofa. Alas, damn it, as the saying goes, drinking wine into one's intestines is more worrisome. After you were chased away, that little brat had already — Hm? Sister Dong, why are you here? Who, who is he! "

At this point, Gao Fei finally became a little more clear-headed. Thinking about how Jing Wuyan chased Pann Dongdong away, he called Huo Tianqing and asked her to come and help him.

Wasn't the current Pann Dongdong supposed to be at the Imperial Society?

Even if she was here, shouldn't Huo Tianqing be the one accompanying her?

How was this possible? It was a man that Mr. Gao didn't know?

Who is this guy?

He looked like an old man. Even though he looked a little handsome, but that wasn't the reason for him to kidnap Pann Dongdong and run away with him, was it?

F * * k, you dare to have ideas about my bro for a woman, are you tired of living!?

Suddenly, Gao Fei grabbed Jing Hongming's arm and yelled: "Who, who are you?"

"You drank too much."

Jing Hongming said lightly: "You carry a heavy burden, but you don't know how to control it, which makes me a little disappointed."

"You, who are you?"

After hearing Jing Hongming's words, Wu Tie burst into laughter, "Hehe, you even taught me a lesson, do you know who I am? "Yeah, that sounds a little familiar."

"Gao Fei, he's Teacher Tang Peng, Mr. Jing Hongming Jing!"

Seeing Jing Hongming frown slightly, Pann Dongdong immediately explained.

"Tang Peng's teacher, Jing Hongming Jing -- Jing Hongming!?"2

Some people, in addition to giving a considerable sense of security, also had the function of sobering up.

Jing Hongming was such a person.

No matter how arrogant and interested Gao Fei was, he could even run to the statue of Jesus and untie his pants. However, he would never think that Jing Hongming would be able to maintain his arrogance even after drinking wine.

Jing Hongming wasn't a god, but many years ago, he had left a legend of invincibility with his comrades.

Myth.

The legend of Criminal Law Tribe.

Every active and retired criminal lawyer of the Holy Dynasty knew about this myth and what posture to take when they saw a character in the myth.

When Gao Fei hurriedly retracted his hand, his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

Of course, he wasn't scared by Jing Hongming's fame to the point of perspiring. It was because of — adoration.

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