Wang Lang stood up, took the sumptuous meal from the wind gate, found a place to put it, and turned back to brush his teeth.

The bullshit ran off the bed and squeezed toothpaste for Wang Lang.

Wang Lang finished brushing his teeth, took off his clothes, took a basin of water, and took a shower from head to toe.

After all, it is not that decent people must be clean even if they die.

Dry your body, dress and eat.

Four people stood at the door, holding guns in their arms.

After dinner, Wang Lang lit a cigarette.

Everyone in the entire phone stood in a row and watched Wang Lang eat quietly. Everyone lowered their heads and Li Hua sniffed his nose hard.

Wang Lang turned around and found that the young man was hunching his head, trembling all over, and tears as big as beans fell down.

"You cry, I'm not dead yet." Wang Lang cursed with a smile.

"Boss, I can't bear to part with you." Li Hua looked at Wang Lang with tears in his eyes.

"Damn it, gay is angry. I'm going to eat guns. It's a good thing. To eliminate harm to the world, we should celebrate the whole world and decorate the lights."

Seeing that Wang Lang had finished eating, the door opened, two people holding guns came in, Wang Lang lit a cigarette, and the two were quietly waiting for Wang Lang to smoke.

Wang Lang gave everyone in the call and asked a group of people to squat down.

More than a dozen people squatted together and hit a grasshopper. Wang Lang stood up, patted his butt, touched his bullshit head, and then touched Li Hua's head.

Turn around and leave.

There was only a handful of unfinished cigarettes left on the ground.

When I went out, I was wearing shackles and a black bag was covered with my head.

After leaving the prison, Wang Lang was taken into the car.

Wang Lang in the car picked the black bag.

He looked at a group of people around and grinned, "Brothers, I'm not married yet, it's useful to keep my face here." Wang Lang pointed at the heart position.

There was a very dark man sitting opposite Wang Lang, the only one who didn't wear a headband. The man was not born black, but was tanned the day after tomorrow. He was very thin and had wide shoulders. He looked particularly powerful. The man was very elegant and showed a tough guy style. He took it out and packed it and won countless fans when he debuted.

The two looked at each other.

Wang Lang touched his pocket for a long time and remembered that he had just finished smoking a box of cigarettes.

"Is there any cigarette?" Wang Lang asked the tough guy.

The tough guy looked at a person next to him. The man took out a box of cigarettes and handed them to Wang Lang to light them.

Wang Lang sucked.

Relying on the inner wall of the car, Wang Lang took out his ears and grinned at the tough guy. The tough guy's eyes were locked on Wang Lang. The gun and bullets were loaded, and the security was also opened. His index finger kept gently touching the trigger. Wang Lang dared to be sure that he could be shot dead on the spot with a little movement.

The car was bumpy all the way, and only the sound of Wang Lang smoking was sounding.

After smoking a cigarette, Wang Lang threw the cigarette butt at his feet, and the tough guy on the other side stepped on it to kill him.

Wang Lang leaned his head against the wall of the car and fell asleep in a daze.

Wang Lang had a dream, a dream that was so beautiful that it made people linger.

It seems like I'm back in my teenage years, I've met her and felt like I've met her for the rest of my life.

After more than ten years of searching for spring, I will know spring when I meet her.

That smiling face was deeply engraved in my mind, engraved in my heart, and engraved in my soul.

Wang Lang has no big ambitions in his life, just live happily, and everyone he loves is by his side.

If you have to talk about a big dream, you can only say that there is another big dream that has made people laugh at for many years, dreaming of world peace.

Bang!

The car shook violently, as if passing by a big pit.

Wang Lang was awakened by this for a while. When he woke up, he found that he was sleeping on the shoulders of his buddy beside him.

The tough guy on the opposite side looked at Wang Lang with a look of convincing look. He had seen many people on the execution ground, but the first one was so calm.

The few of them were nervous and afraid that something would go wrong, so this one fell asleep, feeling that this one didn't have the concept of going to the execution ground.

Wang Lang took out his ears and leaned against the wall of the car.

He leaned forward slightly, "Give me another cigarette."

The tough guy signaled that the person next to him handed Wang Lang a cigarette and lit it.

"How far is it?" Wang Lang took a breath of cigarette.

"It's almost done." The tough guy replied.

Wang Lang smiled and looked at the tough guy's index finger and kept leaving the trigger. "There is no need to be nervous, I won't run away."

A tough guy has no expression on his face.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "I should be going to the mountain east of the prison, right?"

The tough guy's index finger stopped on the trigger.

Wang Lang smiled again, "I came from there when I came. The car was driving east. The only place where I could execute the execution was that mountain."

The tough guy had no expression, but his eyes became more alert. Wang Lang's head was against the wall of the car, his eyes closed and his cigarette was in his mouth.

The car finally stopped, and the tough guy asked Wang Lang to put on the black bag, but Wang Lang refused.

The car door opened, Wang Lang extinguished the cigarette butts and jumped out of the car.

It's indeed in the mountains.

Wang Lang was mixed with it, and finally arrived at a place. Wang Lang was stepped on his leg and wanted Wang Lang to kneel down.

With one kick, Wang Lang's legs just bent for a moment and then straightened.

Wang Lang looked back at the man who was still trying to step on his legs and bend his second foot.

"If you don't have the habit of kneeling, you can die even if you stand."

The man looked at the tough guy and nodded.

Wang Lang looked around and finally pointed to a place, "Can I shoot me there? I feel that the feng shui there is better than here?"

Before those people agreed, Wang Lang passed by himself.

After looking at the sun, Wang Lang identified the direction, faced the west, smiled at the corner of his lips, and closed his eyes gently.

Bang!

The torn pain exploded from the heart, the colors of the world drifted away bit by bit, and quickly turned into black and white. The white also disappeared in an instant under the erosion of darkness, and the boundless black swallowed up all the black.

Wang Lang fell down and lay peacefully, unable to see any pain, smiled at the corners of his lips, and blood bloomed in his heart.

A group of people came, and the person who led the person who blocked Wang Lang Jianmeixing on the outside of the prison that day. Seeing the corpse on the ground, he said expressionlessly, "Take it away."

outside world.

A piece of news swept across various media platforms like an explosion, and they all hit the top of each platform. Although they tried their best to suppress it, they could not suppress the intrusion of watching the fun without even being serious.

A live broadcast platform has tens of millions of fans, Ma Zuori, suspected of malicious murder, has been arrested and sentenced to death.

All kinds of real and fake news are everywhere, and anchor Ma Zuori has become a vicious serial murder demon and has been pushed to the peak of criticism.

Many fans didn't believe it, thinking that someone was maliciously slandering it, but finally found that Ma Zuori's account had been blocked, which made it even worse for Shimahad to have news from all parties, fans to turn to black, road to black, black to black, black to even darker.

All kinds of negative news emerge one after another.

Wang Lang was also labeled with various labels.

The evil people who were shot and killed 100,000 times were unforgivable. Many marketing accounts also fabricated many cases and angrily denounced Wang Lang's crimes.

Some time ago, Wang Lang's news was inexplicably revealed online, including identity information abroad, but now it is impossible to find any information about Wang Lang.

No matter how you search, you can't find it. Wang Lang is like evaporating from the world.

Finally, the official has explained that Wang Lang has been shot to death. This incident has been done to a hot situation.

It was not until a celebrity cheated during marriage that it was overwhelmed.

In a white house, Wang Lang was lying on a hospital bed with a tube inserted in his mouth.

The door slowly opened, and an iron crutch came in first.
Chapter completed!