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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Turning Your Hands Over the Clouds and Covering the Rain

Stability, such things are invisible and invisible, and are invisible, but since ancient times, they have been a necessary condition before major events.

If Lu Jianli succeeded in the doctor's house, in front of the Zhu Building where Zhang Jiao lived, he ridiculed Zhang Jiao as an actor who served the public with his appearance and mouth, and then left safely.

According to Jiang Chu's social atmosphere and the secret thoughts that people have in their hearts, the negative impact of Zhang Jiao's career in acting in Nanyang will immediately ferment a hundred times or a thousand times, making him become infamous in a very short period of time.

At the same time, the conservatives in the Jiangchu court also demonstrated their potential strength to still be able to fight against the Chu Hou's reformists. Some fenceists may have to reconsider their positions.

But now, under the protection of a legendary strong man, Lu Jianli was still killed by Zhang Jiao on the spot.

Moreover, the legacy it exerted, even in the late post-mythological period, was regarded as the external incarnation of the culprit legacy and the causal power second only to time and space power, which was extremely legendary.

Although he committed a serious crime, the whole thing became a legendary story that was popular among the general public and extremely heroic, "the scholars were not humiliated and killed in anger."

It was equivalent to the whole tone being reversed, which made the initiator Song Heque and Li Zizheng look at each other, completely unaware of how to deal with it.

On the contrary, after Zhang Jiao sighed, his face suddenly turned around and turned his face faster than reading the book, and said indignation: "I just took a nap in Zhulou. I heard the noise outside coming out to watch it, but I didn't expect such a tragedy happened.

The guard in the doctor's courtyard didn't know what he was doing for, but he could actually make the assassin come in and commit an offense during the day.

When I meet you in the future, I must sue them and let them know that Jiang Chu’s criminal responsibility is designed for these people who are ungrateful and neglected.”

Hearing this, a doctor's department who rushed over hurriedly blurted out and said, "Doctor Chunshui, you obviously killed people, you admitted it just now..."

"What are these words?" Zhang Jiao said in a shocked look: "Hundreds of people present saw that I came out of the Zhulou after the victim died.

As for what I said, I am a person who is already a habit of silence and whispering when I can’t sleep, so how can I count?

Have you ever heard the saying "Seeing is true, and hearing is false"?"

"But, but all the murderers ran out of the building where you live." The Siyuan turned against him and refused to admit his conscience.

"Did the murderer run out of the Zhulou where I live?" Zhang Jiao showed horror and shook his head and said, "Why don't I know? Then wasn't it dangerous when I was sleeping just now?

You are adding to sin, wait and listen to the sect.”

Then his face changed, and he bowed his hands and said with a smile: "In Xiachunshui doctor Zhang Lingjiao, I am very honored to meet you all Jiang Chuyingcai today.

But at this time, it is really not appropriate to speak, so I will leave first. I will see you again in the future. I must listen to Gao Ming.”

Then he turned around and returned to the red building in a row.

Looking at his disappearing back, most of the people in the yard were dull, and only a few people remained awake but showed different expressions.

Among them, Chu Qingmei seemed extremely appreciative and murmured to herself: "Flip your hands and turn your hands and make you rain. What's more important is that you don't even have a slight face, and you just fool the blame on others.

This man is interesting.

If it weren't for Princess Jiang's man's lust, maybe there would be endless aftertaste."

But he didn't know that as soon as Zhang Jiao returned to Zhulou's bedroom, closed the door and collapsed on the ground, pursing the smell of medicine in his mouth and thinking: "Legend is a legend after all.

Although the extraordinary level was suppressed by the magic circle in Yingdu, it was only a few cent higher than me, but when it was single-on-one or even 1-on-2, it could completely suppress my incarnation like playing with a child.

It is said that entering the legendary realm is equivalent to a comprehensive transformation of the entire life level, and the grasp and understanding of power will be essentially different from that of ordinary people.

I originally thought that I had replicated the many magical powers of the fantasy species by relying on the fantasy realm, which could have been considered as a transformation of life. Except for the strength of the force output that cannot compete with the legend, the others should be almost the same.

Unexpectedly, it was just a frog in the well, where he was arrogant.

It turns out that people must climb to a certain height before they can truly appreciate the scenery of that height.

If I hadn't taken the pill to nourish vital energy in advance, I would have been exhausted when I was outside just now and I would have fainted and lost my darling.

Now I have finally concealed my exhaustion for the time being and created an unfathomable image, but I am afraid that life will be difficult to deal with in the future."

I slowly conditioned my breathing, and waited until the effect of the elixir I took continued to work for a while, and slowly got up and climbed up to the bed.

At this moment, the sound of bells and drums sounded outside, and the melodious and solemn spread throughout the city.

Zhang Jiao's eyes lit up and murmured, "The bell rings nine times, and the courtesy is on the princes.

Du Xin is finally back, I'm safe."

He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and entered the meditation state.

It was night, the moon was full like a plate and the stars were shining.

At the highest point of the palace of the princes of Jiangchu, Du Xin was wearing casual clothes and looking up at the vast sky, speechless for a long time.

A young man who served behind him had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a burly figure. The Ming Temple man dressed up but showed a thrilling look. He quietly lowered his head and lowered his hands and waited without saying a word.

I don’t know how long it took, but Du Xin finally said in a manic voice: “Looking at the depth of the night sky, you will realize how small you are.

In the eyes of those powerful people, the battle between fame and fortune in this world is as ridiculous as we look at ants fighting for a little rice grains."

The Qingnian Temple heard this and said respectfully: "But, for the ants, those little rice and rice grains are everything."

Du Xin laughed in a daze, shook his head and said, "I'm so pretentious."

Yes, since it is just an ant, you should have the awareness of an ant and think about what the powerful thoughts do.

This time, I will suppress the princes of Huoqi and Quteng, which is the rice grain I have seized, and I should be cheering and thrilling."

The Qingnian Temple smiled and said nothing.

Du Xin smiled for a while and said, "I heard that the nephew of the Grand Sima family, my new brother-in-law, had a big show of the sensation at noon."

"Yes, Doctor Chunshui transformed himself into a body, a rigid-body giant, a multi-handed and eye-catching, and four magical powers of cause and effect spell. Under the protection of a legendary strong man, he killed the young master of the Yu Aolu family, Lu Jianli," said the Qingnian Temple: "Then he directly relied on the protection of the doctor's court.
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