Chapter 577

Yao Jingjing was startled when she received a call from her mother.

"Jingjing, come back quickly. Your home was stolen!" Yao's mother was devastated on the phone.

"Mom, slow down. What was stolen? Did you call the police? Are you and dad all right?" Yao Jingjing asked anxiously.

She heard from her mother's voice that it was not such a small thing as being attacked by a thief. She was very worried about the two old people's health. Although her mother's disease had basically recovered, the doctor said that she could not take it lightly. In addition, her father didn't say anything in order to take care of her mother, but she was very frightened in her heart. She saw that he was much older in recent years.

"Your grandma's photo was stolen, even... Even the grave was dug!" mother Yao's voice was crying.

"What?" Yao Jingjing was surprised. "Mom, don't worry. I'll be right back."

She hurriedly packed her luggage and was ready to go back to Cuan state. Fortunately, the situation in Wuzhong is not as tense as before. The security measures of Mei's laboratory are more and more complete, and the degree of intelligence is high. It's almost impossible for a mosquito to fly in. Professor Mei seldom goes out. He goes out occasionally. Hou Biao arranges it properly.

The easing of the situation is not limited to Wuzhong, but all over the world. People have long come out of the panic of alien invasion. Those who should go to work and those who should keep cats continue to keep cats. Moreover, due to the influence of the cat killing order a few years ago, the number of cats is very small, but they have become very precious pets, which only rich people can afford.

The stray cats that Aoki arranged for Yao Jingjing to keep in captivity have now found new owners, and life is very nourishing. Fate seems to have played a joke on this population and exchanged more than half of the population for a better quality of life.

Liuying lane is ready to be demolished, and most of the personnel have moved away, but the flowers are still there all their life, so Yao Jingjing still dutifully arranges personnel to guard at the entrance of the lane. She just heard a report from her subordinates yesterday that a guy in a windbreaker went in and stood under the willow. She didn't know what she wanted.

As soon as she heard that she was wearing a windbreaker, she was so excited that she grabbed the car key and rushed out of the office. When she sat in the car, she calmed down. She hesitated again and again and decided not to disturb. She knew that the lonely woman left behind in Liuying lane was more qualified to tell him about the pain of separation. Let's give them more time.

Later, her subordinates called again and said that the man in the windbreaker had left. She felt very strange. She carefully asked about the style of the windbreaker and determined that it was not the person she wanted. How could that lazy guy change his clothes! Even if he changed his clothes because of a special original, he would never wear a cloak on his head. Where would the coal boss stay!

Yao Jingjing and Hou Biao handed over their work and explained why they went home.

"Stealing graves?" Hou Biao was very puzzled. "Your grandmother is not a prince or princess. How could anyone steal graves?"

Yao Jingjing said, "I also feel strange, so I have to go back and have a look. My mother said that the house was stolen, only the photos of my great grandmother were lost, and nothing else was lost. I have seen the photos of my great grandmother. There must be a story on her, and I vaguely feel that it has something to do with the situation we are facing now."

"Shall I go with you?" Hou Biao asked with concern.

"No, you can't leave such a big stall in the company. Besides, the professor and sister Hua still need to take care of it. One of us must stay in Wuzhong before Aoki comes back."

Speaking of Qingmu, Hou Biao sighed and looked tired.

Yao Jingjing reached out and grabbed his strong arm, pressed it hard, and said, "whether he comes back or not, there are some things we must do. Without him, there would be no today."

Hou Biao gave a sound and nodded hard. Their eyes are firmly and forcefully intertwined. At the intersection of their eyes, there are some magical flashes that make people full of power.

Before Aoki left, he handed over the important task of protecting Professor Mei and his lifelong flowers to them. At that time, they already knew some little-known things. In the process of protecting Meiqiu in recent years, they know more and more. Although there is still a heavy fog in front of them and they can never see the truth, they understand more and more what Aoki said to them in the past and know more and more about their responsibilities. With the progress of their mental strength, they feel that the burden on their shoulders is getting heavier and heavier.

"You must tell me anything." Hou Biao made a phone call gesture by his ear with his thumb and little finger.

"Hmm!" Yao Jingjing nodded, released her hand holding Hou Biao's arm, got on the car, rolled down the window, stretched out her head and smiled playfully at Hou Biao, "Hey, don't be lazy when I'm away. Your mental strength was much stronger than me at the beginning, and now I'm catching up with you!"

The car drove away slowly, and the tires left two light gray tracks on the road.

Hou Biao gently rubbed the place she had grabbed on his arm, as if something stuck on his skin, penetrated into his pores, slowly entered his heart along his blood, and lit a flame in his heart.

This flame began more than two years ago. At that time, it was just a flame that could not be seen without careful observation. He wanted to put it out, and felt that this bean fire was also very cute. The key was warm. A small hole was melted in his once frozen heart.

Later, the fire became more and more prosperous, until it became today's flame, burning the whole heart.

If Jiang De Guan saved his life and Aoki saved his spirit, the fire opened his long frozen heart.

He who saves his life gives it back; He who saves his spirit returns it with spirit; But what melted his heart, he didn't know how to treat her.

The fire is still spreading. Sooner or later, it will burn through his chest and surround his body. He could not know whether he would be reborn from Nirvana and become a new himself in this flame, or turn into dust and ashes.

The car disappeared at the end of the road. Hou Biao returned to the training room, changed his training clothes and began to practice boxing in front of the sandbag.

After all these years, his kung fu has not been wasted at all. Although older and physically weaker than when young, the growth of mental strength makes up for physical defects. He became more accurate and more lethal than before. If he returns to the underground boxing ring, he believes that no one there is his opponent. With spiritual advantages, even without hypnosis, you can predict each action of your opponent through spiritual perception. You can see clearly which punch is a false move and which foot is a real kick.

Sweat rained down from him and fell on the floor. Until he was too tired to move, he stopped, gasped and slowly untied the cloth wrapped around his hand.

Instead of changing his clothes, he sat down on the ground. Opposite him is a wide mirror, which is common in the gym and dance room, in order to let the trainer see whether his movements are standard.

The mirror reflects everything in the room, walls, floors, instruments, sandbags hanging there and still shaking slightly

But there was no Hou Biao.

Hou Biao slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a long turbid breath and said, "come out."

The lights in the training room are uniform in all directions, so as not to interfere with people's training. There was almost no shadow under the uniform light, but at the moment, a clear shadow appeared in front of Hou Biao.

The shadow grew as like as two peas. From the foot, he began to stretch slowly, and he went into the mirror. Then he stood up slowly, and turned into another identical looking young man in front of Hou Biao, just like he was looking at a mirror. However, if there are people nearby at the moment, they will be surprised at what they see——

Hou Biao is sitting in front of the mirror, while he is standing in the mirror. Their feet are always connected through the shadow of their two legs.

"Why did you wake me up? I didn't find any new progress in your memory!" asked Hou Biao in the mirror.