High-profile King

Powerful, the symbol of the power of all spirits, even the strong race on the muddy continent, it is unlikely that one or two will appear for thousands of years, which is a legendary deterrent force.

For the sake of strategic balance, unless it is a battle of survival of its own race, it will generally not participate in conventional wars.

That is to say, in the ordinary Qing dynasty, even if the three Nanyang countries perish, it is impossible to elicit a powerful player.

But as long as it is a wise creature, there will be feelings, and if there are feelings, it will cherish the feathers, cherish its own face, and the stronger the person, the less likely to be offended.

Powerful powerhouses are usually hidden between mountains and seas, and they may not appear once in a few hundred years.

As a result, this time he was exposed to the wind and concerned about the news of the three Nanyang countries developing the black continent. However, when the official development team sent by the Nanyang government set off, the dragon port flooded the port city.

This is tantamount to being beaten. It is not a racial dispute but a personal grudge.

In this case, even if the provocative dragon is killed, the powerful players in the dragon family will not make any revenge reaction, but may clap their hands and applaud silently.

Because the power cannot be scorned, the powerful men of the same energy level will naturally become natural allies across the race in suppressing the provocation of the weak.

Knowing the subtlety of people's hearts, Zhang Jiao, who understood this truth, heard Hong Tianbao's words and thought in his heart: "Even if it may only anger a powerful person, Long Ting would never dare to take such a risk.

After all, that is my ultimate dream, the mighty power! "

Slowly stopped.

On the phone, Hong Tianbao saw Zhang Jiao not answering slowly, and said impatiently: "Have you heard, Zhang Xiaozi, don't hurry to run, the peace of mind is."

Hang up the phone directly.

Zhang Jiao put away his phone and wandered back to his apartment.

Although he was very tickled by the newly acquired fantasy state, he forcibly endured to find out, sitting cross-legged on the big bed in the bedroom and continuing to meditate.

Time passed slowly, and it was late at night unconsciously.

In the darkness, the mobile phone Zhang Zhang placed on the nightstand suddenly rang, breaking his meditation.

I touched the phone and saw that it was a strange number. Zhang Jiao wanted to hang up but felt that today's day was a little special, so he connected it and asked politely, "Which one?"

The voice fell to the ground, and the charming voice of Jiuwei Xuanchan said on the phone: "I am your sister Xuan.

Did n’t you agree to my two conditions? Now let ’s honor one. Let me find the coordinates of the phone ’s location. "

With Zhang Jiao's status today, how precious is a human relationship, if it is necessary to assist Jiuwei Xuanchan, how can it be easily wasted.

What's more, if Zhang Jiao's previous guess was true and the three sons of Jiao had already been killed, Huang Jiu Xuan Chan's situation should not be much better.

So Zhang Jiao immediately judged that Jiu Wei Xuan Chan must be in a difficult situation. He requested his own rescue at the end of the road, but for the sake of safety, he deliberately pretended to be there, deliberately hypocritical, and ambiguous.

So he didn't bargain at all and said, "I'll be here soon, you're waiting for peace."

He got up and took out a backpack of Grade A nutrients from the back room. After going downstairs, he found a remote dark alley near the sea according to the coordinate position passed by Jiuwei Xuanchan.

There was only one door lamp in the alley that didn't know what the back door of the shop was on, and there was a moldy smell in the sewage everywhere.

Zhang Jiao stepped into it, sniffing a trace of **** smell from the musty smell, and slowly walked forward to a large green metal dustbin, holding the smell to look inside.

With the dim moonlight, I saw a fresh corpse that had been huddled up because of excessive blood loss, lying in a pile of disgusting food waste, frowning frowning.

"He's a evil spirit in color, and it's a little unclear to see me, thinking that he was drunk and wanted to 'pick up the corpse'," then a faint voice rang in his ears, "and the hotel's room rate , Just dragged me into this alley, planning to work in the open air.

But it happened to be my blood. "

"If you eat people to replenish energy, you eat people to replenish energy and find so many reasons to do it," Zhang Jiao turned his head and looked at a crumbling white-haired fox standing on the edge of the trash can. Can eat cows, pigs, foxes.

The fox has become a sperm, and can naturally eat people in order to survive, not to mention that there are cannibals in people, it's no big deal.

But if you make it this way, you can't even transform it into a shape, which is really beyond my expectations. "

He said that he took off his backpack, "There are nutrients in it, which are more tonic than the so-called blood food ..."

The white-haired fox has jumped into the backpack before he finished talking. After a bit of chewing, he screamed: "It turned out to be a Grade A nutrient. You are really not a small pen now.

"So hypocrisy doesn't seem to be your character, Miss Xuan Chan," Zhang Jiao said with a curse: "What a little nutrient is.

It is incomparable to the strange treasures and panacea of ​​Jiao Sanzi's coral red or something. "

The white-haired fox heard the words while continuing to knock on the nutrients, while dissatisfied and said: "Mr. Zhang, how do you cultivate the stronger, the higher the status, the more power, the smaller your mind.

I didn't listen to your advice. Are you very happy about this?

Wouldn't it be true that people die for money and die for food, and if there is another chance to choose, I will still go in 80%. "

Zhang Jiao didn't expect Jiuwei Xuan Chan to say so, and he murmured for a moment: "Miss Xuan Chan can be so steadfast in her heart, and in the future, as long as she can fulfill her future, there must be no limit.

Zhang Lingjiao was taught. "

He said that Jiu Wei Xuan Chan no longer died, the duck's mouth was hard, and said with a bitter smile: "Actually, I am also regretful and terrible. I really didn't expect to find such an opportunity to help someone. Mourning Huang Quan. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

What's even more ridiculous is that Jiao San's voice was so tight until death, until now I don't know what chance he wanted to seek.

At that time, if you really died, you can only be a confused ghost.

Well, my injury has stabilized and we can go.

I will ask you to take care in the next few days. "

"Relax, I will go all out and do my best to help you to heal." Zhang Jiao smiled and pulled the zipper of the backpack to death. He got up with Jiuwei Xuanchan and walked out of the dark alley quickly and returned to his home. .

On the way, he confirmed his speculation from the mouth of Xuan Chan, Jiuwei, that the three sons of Jiao were indeed the sons of General Futing in the north of Longting.

And he has died in the mysterious remains of a desert island in Nanyang Island Chain, and his bones have fallen into the lava underground.

It may be that there is a magic weapon hidden in the body. Before his death, he alarmed his father Ao Qing and led the dragon to go to the sea. Under the effect of the pain of the bereavement, he almost irrationally transformed the entire Xiangbei city into Ze Guo.