Chapter 14: Black Dragon

Perhaps because Dalian's economy is more developed, the average size of these game halls is much larger than that of Changchun. One night, Meng Fan and Su Qian ran to more than a dozen game halls in a row. Near midnight, Meng Fan finally came out of the last game hall with five million in cash.

Now, Meng Fan has no more concerns about the use of the power. Even when he is threatened by a security guard in a certain place that he can't take away the money, he will not hesitate to sacrifice a flying knife and draw a bloody cut in the arms of all the security guards surrounding him and Su Qian.

Is there really a demon in your heart? Thinking of the frightened appearance of the usually doting security guard, Meng Fan had an uncontrollable pleasure in his heart.

At this time, Su Qian's eyes looking at Meng Fan can be described as worship.

"Boss, they have decided that I will follow you wherever you go in the future." Meng Fan was speechless about Su Qian's words full of **.

The two went back to the cafe to eat something and chatted for a while. Meng Fan knew a lot about Su Qian's past.

He graduated from high school at the age of 19 and used his capital of 5,000 yuan to set up a stall on the street. In just two years, he developed into a million-dollar coffee shop. It is really a wealth myth.

In Su Qian's words, she has mastered the most basic fashion trends, and she earns students' money.

It is well known that students should make money.

However, she has now found a better job. As Meng Fan's companion, she got five million in one night. Of course, Meng Fan gave her all the income for one night.

"Boss, you are really my lucky star." Su Qian stubbornly held a big bag full of five million in cash, as such.

The cafe was originally open all night, which is convenient for college students who fall in love. However, today, Su Qian let the two girls on the night shift go home early and closed the door.

Boss, do you want to come to my house? "What?" After closing the door of the cafe, Su Qian bit her lips and said full of **, "Or find a small hotel."

Meng Fan blushed and simply pretended not to hear anything.

Finally, I took a taxi to Su Qian's house. The so-called home was just a rental house, with one bedroom and one living room, white wallpaper and pale yellow lights, full of warmth.

Mature Su Qian was full of provocation in words, but became formal when she entered the house. She took out a quilt from the room and said to Meng Fan in a pitiful manner, "I'm sorry, dear Boss, I want you to be the director. Don't think about me when you go to bed at night."

Meng Fan lay down on the sofa, covered him with a quilt, and pretended not to hear anything again.

After a night of winning money and chatting with Su Qian in the cafe, it is now two o'clock in the morning. Meng Fan can't resist the invasion of the sleeper and sleeps in a daze...

"Child, wake up!"

In confusion, a kind old man-like whisper suddenly came to Meng Fan's ear.

"Hm?" Meng Fan opened his eyes confusedly.

A boundless vastness, Meng Fan found that he was in the center of a dark whirlpool. The darkness around it flows slowly around itself like an undercurrent, and the stars in the undercurrent light up, like the eyes of a beast, revealing a frighteningly cunning.

"Who is it?" Meng Fan suddenly turned around, but his right foot stepped into the void, his pace was unstable, and he staggered almost.

Meng Fan just found that he was suspended in the center of the vortex, and he could not feel any force under his feet. Only a strange force dragged his body.

"Wow--" The sharp wind hit his face, and Meng Fan couldn't open his eyes at all.

After a while, the wind suddenly dissipated.

Meng Fan opened his eyes hesitantly and was stunned with shock.

The dragon, the black dragon, the dragon's body is winding, the scales are black and blurred, and its eyes are as bright as the red sun in the sky. The dragon's kiss is only one meter away from him, and an invisible pressure tightly wraps itself, making it unable to move at all.

Strangely, the dragon looked at his eyes full of sadness, just like a loving father looking at his child.

"Hello, my name is Li Kun."

"Hello, my name is Li Kun."

"Hello, my name is Li Kun."

......

The hoarse and aging voice echoed in the empty space for a long time, and Meng Fan's consciousness was blurred and suddenly lost.

'Bang', a deafening explosion suddenly came from the dragon's body, and the scales and blood burst out. It twisted its body in pain and made a deep whine.

Dragon, dragon. Meng Fan finally realized that the dragon totem that China has inherited for thousands of years is actually real.

But what's wrong with him?

'Bum', another loud sound.

'Roar', the dragon roared unwillingly and turned his head to look into the distance, with his eyes full of anger.

In an instant, the picture seemed to stand still, and the huge winding dragon became a majestic picture in the boundless dark curtain. After a few seconds, the whole space suddenly shattered, and the black dragon's body collapsed like broken mirror fragments. Meng Fan's ears floated with the last old and hoarse words of the black dragon: "Follow the guidance of your heart and look for the life and light that are about to disappear..."

The vortex suddenly rotated violently, and Meng Fan finally couldn't control his balance and fell feebly into the endless darkness...

"Wow-hoo-" Meng Fan suddenly got up and sweated profusely.

"Is it just a dream?" Meng Fan stared blankly at his hands, "Why is it so real?"

"Oh, Boss, are you awake?" Su Qian's enchanting posture shook in front of Meng Fan. She wore a wide translucent pajamas, and her neckline was very low, which was **.

Meng Fan shook his head and woke up. The dazzling sunlight passed through the thin window screen, and it should have passed ten o'clock in the morning.

"Let's have some breakfast!" Su Qian lazily put her right hand on Meng Fan's shoulder. "Today's breakfast is a specialty cooked by others."

Meng Fan stretched his waist and glanced at Su Qian's chest, and his face immediately turned red again.

"Ha ha, lovely Boss." Su Qian laughed and said, "You eat first, and I'll change my clothes."

Su Qian returned to the room with a smile and closed the door tightly.

Meng Fan came to the table and saw four small dishes and a large pot of sticky rice porridge on the table. He couldn't help laughing at himself. It seemed that Su Qian regarded herself as a rice bucket and even prepared a large pot of rice porridge.

Next, Meng Fan completely denied this idea, because the four dishes were sour, spicy and refreshing, and the taste was excellent. He actually drank up the pot of rice porridge.

"Hey, I'm really a rice bucket!" Meng Fan was a little helpless.

After eating, Meng Fan washed the basin and dishes, and then sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

It is said that the speed at which a woman changes clothes is the same as that of a man reading a newspaper. Meng Fan waited on the sofa for a whole hour, and the door of the room finally opened.

"Boss, how's my dress?" Su Qian wore a refined sportswear, jeans, T-shirt, snow-white sneakers, and her hair was tied into a ponytail and thrown around behind her head.

Meng Fan looked at Su Qian's dress in a daze, but he didn't expect that she would change herself from a mature woman to a lively and generous female student in such a while.

Then, Meng Fan noticed that Su Qian also dragged a big red suitcase, looking like she was going to go far away.

"Boss, we are going to find someone else soon. Oh, it's a pity that I have so many beautiful clothes that I can only bring a few. It seems that Su Qian has obviously gone through an extremely harsh struggle in her heart and looks reluctant.

Yes, it's time to find the next person. In fact, Meng Fan already has a next goal in his heart - 'ghost eye' Li He, who is in Macao. If you go to Macau by yourself, you can not only find this person, but also get some money in the casino.

Since ancient times, it has been cloudy that money can communicate with the gods. Even if it can't communicate with the gods, it can also bring some convenience to its journey of finding people.

"Okay." Meng Fan said, "Let's go to Macau next!"

"Oh? Boss, are you going to gamble? I like it the most." Su Qian put aside the suitcase and picked up Meng Fan's arm, looking like a bird.

If the fragrance drifted away, Meng Fan felt dizzy.

"Well, let's go out quickly. I think you still need to take care of the coffee shop." Meng Fan hurried forward a few steps and picked up his suitcase. "Let's go, let's go now."

"Boss, what an interesting person." Su Qian whispered to herself thoughtfully, but Meng Fan didn't hear it when she walked out of the door.

When she went out, it was almost noon. Su Qian went back to the cafe to cook and gave it to a sister who had a good relationship with her. Then, at Su Qian's suggestion, the two went to a bank, applied for five savings cards, and deposited five million cash into five savings cards according to one share of one million.

Everything was ready. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. They returned to the cafe to eat, and Su Qian cooked in person. Two meat and two vegetables were delicious. Meng Fan felt that Su Qian was really talented as a chef. It was nothing more than a simple seasoning for pork and green vegetables. Under her cooking, it could become a rare delicacy in the world. Even if people who did not feel hungry smell the fragrance of this dish, they would become appetizing.

"Actually, I really don't want to leave this cafe and such a simple life." Su Qian sat opposite Meng Fan and said quietly.

Meng Fan was silent.

Yes, under this power given by God, who can decide their own destiny? This strange power will change the lives of many people.

Who knows?

Fate has been written down, who can make a decision? The majestic silver armored man in the dream, the black dragon torn apart like a mottled photo in the dream, who are they? Can they decide their own destiny?

Meng Fan smiled and drank the last mouthful of soup. The residual soup in the bowl was still clear, but there were only a little oil stains.