Han Shuangshuang and Zhang Jiao shook hands, and seemed to be unable to hold back their nerves anymore, and said nervously: "Mr. Zhang, you are from Jiang Chu.

He is the person who is most familiar with the Shennongjia environment among us, except Mr. Mu.

How much do you think we have the hope of escaping to the beach and taking a boat home?”

"This girl is looking for psychological comfort for my imaginary authority." A thought flashed through Zhang Jiao's mind when he heard this.

Although he is not the kind of person who sacrifices himself, he does not sting in a few words to comfort the next little girl who is not very experienced in the world without harming his own interests.

He smiled and said, "Miss Han, you have also seen that Junren Base has strong military strength.

As long as he gives money some time to prepare, he can definitely send us to Shanghai and return to Nanyang safely."

Han Shuangshuang's frown when she heard this really stretched a little, and nodded vigorously and said, "I think so too."

He hesitated for a moment and expressed his heart, "Mr. Zhang, I didn't think about the chaos when the chaotic troops just fled, but now when I think back on the scene, Screenwriter Gao, Screenwriter Zhao was actually killed by them.

I feel more and more uncomfortable..."

"You are not feeling uncomfortable, you are afraid," Zhang Jiao interrupted gently, "This is human nature.

When encountering danger, the brain will block some violent emotional fluctuations, allowing people to maintain their rationality to deal with crises.

And when the danger passes, the brain will slowly react.

I'd better think about it, otherwise it will become 'Posttraumatic Stress Disorder'.

If you really feel that you can't stand it, go to see a psychologist after you go back to Nanyang."

Han Shuangshuang burst into tears when she heard this, "Mr. Zhang, can we really go home safely, can we really?"

"Of course, believe me." Zhang Jiao smiled.

Han Shuangshuang sobbed a few times, then took a deep breath, regained her emotions, and said gratefully: "Mr. Zhang, thank you for your help.

We will definitely repay you when we return to Nanyang."

When Zhang Jiao heard this, he flashed his inspiration and blurted out: "What did you say?"

"I said thank you for your help. When we return to Nanyang, we will do our best to repay you." Han Shuangshuang repeated the words just now.

"Ah, is that?" Zhang Jiao showed a strange look on his face, muttered three words, and thought to himself: "It's not good that Mr. Du Xin is in danger.

This money-lover is looking for a way out for Hong Tianbao."

Qian Yulong was born as a general of Du Xin's mother's family. When a retainer in Jiangchu, once the family generals bear the master, they will be despised by thousands of people and will never be able to turn over.

So he had no way out, so he could only be loyal to Du Xin to the end.

The position of the king and the prince is related to the country's responsibility, and the struggle is extremely tragic.

If things fail, not only will Du Xin die, but his followers will never have any good endings.

Those who came from a noble family who had been crowned for generations may be able to rely on abdication within the family and make changes in power to leave a life.

A guy like Qian Yulong who is labeled as a Du Xin on his official career has no chance of being spared.

The only way to live is to go abroad.

As the guard of Jiangchu District, Qian Yulong, the wealth he plundered may not be spent in dozens of lives, and he can live a free life anywhere he goes.

The only thing I fear is that the strong dragon will not suppress the local snake.

Although he was a high-level extraordinary person, he really fled to Nanyang with a batch of gold, silver and treasures worth billions of dollars, with his whole family. He was like duckweed and was still a piece of fat under his roots. I don’t know how many people would covet them.

After all, others can't plot against him, can't they still plot against his wife and children?

Since ancient times, I have only been a thief for a thousand days, but I have no reason to protect against thieves every day.

Even if Qian Yulong is smart and vigilant, he will probably be inevitable.

In this case, Shi En, who prepared for the future, is a famous media person with great influence in Southeast Asia and is well-known to all religions and all walks of life.

After exile in Nanyang, using it as a springboard and money to open the way, it is easy to expand useful networks and complete the transformation from a strong dragon to a local snake in a short time, and the crisis can naturally be resolved.

The premise for Qian Yulong to do this is that he has already noticed signs of Mr. Du Xin's defeat.

Seeing Zhang Jiao suddenly start to daze, Han Shuangshuang said strangely: "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something," Zhang Jiao came to his senses and said with a smile, thinking silently in his heart, "The situation may not be as bad as I thought.

Perhaps this Qian Yulong guard is a cautious person. By chance, he met Hong Tianbao by chance and suddenly had a whim to reserve a way out for himself."

Seeing his absent-minded look, Han Shuangshuang frowned and said softly: "Then you keep thinking about things, I won't disturb you."

Turning around and going back to his room along the fish pond.

Zhang Jiao walked under a lush peach tree in the garden, waiting patiently for Hong Tianbao to come back to the banquet.

I want to find out some information from his mouth and confirm my thoughts.

Unexpectedly, I waited under the tree for several hours until in the evening when Hong Tianbao finally finished Qian Yulong's family dinner.

But he was drunk and lay on a gorgeous brocade couch, and was carried back by 7 or 8 servants.

He didn't give Zhang Jiao a chance to cliché.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiao had to go back to the main hall listlessly.

The food delivered by the chef on the table was already cold, and he had no intention of asking people to get the heat away, so he swallowed it and swept it away.

Later, Zhang Jiao, who was in a state where enemies and friends were not distinguished, naturally could not enter the fantasy realm to eat immortal fruits to practice and waste time.

He didn't even intend to consume physical energy to temper his body in order to respond. He climbed onto the bed and sat down cross-legged, and was about to start meditation.

Suddenly, I saw the back window of the main hall open without wind.

A small figure wearing a tight black shirt, black scarf covering his head and face leaped in.

In the air, a very clever turn turned around and hugged his knees and rolled, landed silently in front of Zhangjiao's bed, and said softly: "Mr. Zhang, I'm going to ask you to come and have a sigh."

Zhang Jiao frowned and asked in a low voice: "Is your master Qian Zhenguan?"

"Master, I will ask the sir to tell you, but I did not give any instructions for the rest." The man in black said in a voice without any slant.

"Sure enough, if your master is Qian Zhenguan," Zhang Jiao smiled and said, "I am on his territory, and my arms can't twist my thighs, so I can't say that I can only go with you to see him.

But if your master is not Qian Zhenshou, I am the guest invited by the owner of Junren Base.

It wasn't something that anyone inexplicably sent a man in black who had hidden his head and exposed his tail to summon him."
Chapter completed!