Power is a symbol of the power of all spirits. Even the powerful races on Tu Ni Continent may not have one or two of them appear in thousands of years. They are legendary shocking forces.

For strategic balance, unless you encounter a war of survival of the race to which you belong, you will generally not participate in conventional wars at all.

In other words, under the ordinary Qing Dynasty, even if the three countries in the South China Sea perish, it would not be possible to attract a powerful man to take action.

But as long as you are a wise creature, you will have feelings, and if you have feelings, you will cherish your feathers and cherish your own face. The stronger you are, the less likely you are to offend.

A powerful person is usually hidden among mountains and seas, and may not appear in the mundane world for hundreds of years.

As a result, this time the export trend was revealed, and the news that the three countries in Nanyang developed the black continent was focused on the news, but when the official development team sent by the Nanyang government set off, the giant dragon flooded the port city that was driving.

This is equivalent to being slapped in the face. It is not a racial dispute but a completely personal grudge.

In this case, even if the provocative dragon is killed, the powerful powerful people in the dragon clan will not react in any revenge. Instead, they may applaud and silently applaud.

Because power cannot be contemptuous, the powerful people at the same level will naturally transcend races and become natural allies in suppressing the provocation of the weak.

Zhang Jiao, who knew the subtlety of human hearts and understood this truth, heard Hong Tianbao's words and thought to himself: "Even if it may anger a powerful man, Long Ting will never dare to take such risks.

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

Slowly stopped.

On the phone, Hong Tianbao saw that Zhang Jiao had not answered for a long time and said impatiently: "Boy Zhang, have you heard it? Don't rush to run away, just be at ease."

He hung up the phone directly.

Zhang Jiao put away his cell phone and walked back to the apartment he lived in.

Although I was very itchy about the newly acquired fantasy situation, I wanted to find out, but I forced myself to endure it and sat cross-legged on the big bed in the bedroom and continued to meditate.

Time passes slowly, and it is late at night without realizing it.

In the darkness, Zhang Jiao's cell phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, breaking his meditation.

When he touched the phone, he saw that it was a strange number. Zhang Jiao originally wanted to hang up but felt that today's day was a bit special, so he answered it casually and asked politely: "Who is this?"

As he finished speaking, a charming voice from Jiutail Xuan Chan came from the phone: "I am your sister Xuan."

Didn’t you agree to my two conditions? Now you can cash out one and find me with the coordinates of the phone positioning.”

With Zhang Jiao’s current status, how precious is a favor? If there is no important thing to help Jiu Tai Xuan Chan, how could it be wasted easily?

What's more, if Zhang Jiao's previous guess was true, and the third young master Jiao had already died, then the situation of Jiutail Xuan Chan, who followed him, should not be much better.

So Zhang Jiao immediately judged that Jiuwei Xuanchan must have been in a big disaster and asked for her rescue at the end of the road, but for safety reasons, she deliberately pretended to be mysterious and ambiguous.

So he smiled without bargaining at all and said, "I'll arrive soon, you can wait with peace of mind."

He got up and took out a backpack of grade A nutrients from the secret room. After going downstairs, he found a remote dark alley near the sea according to the coordinates transmitted by Jiuwei Xuanchan.

There was only a light on the back door of the shop in the alley, and the sewage was everywhere, and a moldy smell was filled with it.

Zhang Jiao walked into it, smelled a trace of blood from the moldy smell, slowly walked forward to a large green iron trash can, and looked inside with the stench.

With the help of the dim moonlight, I saw a fresh mummy curled up in a ball of blood due to excessive blood loss, lying in a pile of disgusting kitchen waste, and frowned.

"He is a evil ghost in the sex scene. Seeing that I was a little unconscious, I thought I was drunk and wanted to 'pickle pick up the corpse'," at this time a faint voice rang in his ear. "The hotel room fee, which I was reluctant to leave, forced me to this alley and planned to do an open-air homework.

But it happened to be my blood food.”

"Eat people to replenish energy, eat people to replenish energy. Why do you find so many reasons?" Zhang Jiao turned his head and looked at a shaky white-haired fox standing on the edge of the trash can, and said in a man's voice: "All things are circulating. For the sake of survival, people can eat cows, pigs, and foxes.

Foxes become spirits, so they can naturally eat people in order to survive, not to mention that there are cannibals among people, which is no big deal.

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

As he said that, he took off his backpack, "There are nutrients inside, which are much nourishing than the so-called blood diet..."

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired fox had already jumped into his backpack. After chewing, he said sharply: "It turns out to be a Class A nutrient. You are really good at it now, and it makes people look more and more impressed."

"So hypocrisy doesn't look like your personality, Miss Xuan Chan," Zhang Jiao curled his lips and said, "What is a little A-level nutrient?

It is not comparable to those rare treasures and magical medicines of the third young master Jiao, such as coral red."

When the white-haired fox heard this, he continued to knock on nutrients and said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Zhang, why are you the stronger your cultivation, the higher your status, the more powerful your power, and the smaller your mind.

I didn't listen to your advice. Are you happy to suffer this disaster?

Isn’t it known that people die for money and birds die for food? If I have another chance to choose, I will probably go there.”

Zhang Jiao didn't expect that Jiuwei Xuanchan would say this, and pondered for a moment and said in a solemn voice: "Miss Xuanchan can stick to her true heart so much. As long as she can survive the disaster in the future, the future will be limitless.

Zhang Lingjiao has been taught."

After he said this, Jiuwei Xuanchan was no longer stubborn, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, I feel so regretful now. I really didn't expect to find someone with such a tough move, which made me almost die of death.

What's even more ridiculous is that that guy, Jiao San, was so nervous until he died. Until now, I don't know what the opportunity he was going to seek.

If I really died at that time, I would have to be a fool.

Well, my injury has stabilized, we can leave now.

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

"Don't worry, I will do my best to help you heal your wounds." Zhang Jiao smiled, pulled the zipper of his backpack to death, and carried it with Jiuwei Xuanchan, quickly walked out of the dark alley and returned home.

On the way, he confirmed his guess from Jiuwei Xuanchan. The Third Young Master Jiao was indeed the son of the General of Longting North Punishment.

He was also dead in a mysterious ruins of a deserted island in Nanyang Island Chain, and his corpse fell into the underground lava without any existence.
Chapter completed!