High-profile King

The furnishings in the room are simple, with only one bed, one table, and one chair.

So Zhang Jiao sat down on the circle chair and began to eat the grapes with relish, which seemed very comfortable, but in fact, deep inside he had already opened the pot.

The first thing to do with protons was far beyond his expectations.

It is important to know that in the history of Xia Zong civilization, the proton killed by one's own party or the other party's alliance is a vehicle-borne fighting capacity.

What's more, protons are generally in an awkward position and life is very unsatisfactory.

Therefore, even if both parties of the alliance adhere to the covenant, security can be guaranteed. As a hostage, they have been trapped in the sorrowful city for several years, more than ten years, or even decades. In fact, it is not much better than death.

Fortunately, the son's fight is an internal fight, and it is generally impossible to take too long.

Moreover, with Du Xin's arrogant arrogance and unintended reform of the military system, cooperating with Wen Taoism is tantamount to working with tigers.

I'm afraid it won't last long, so I have to be swallowed by the Taoist bones.

In addition, since Zhang Yirong specially sent two top Taoist masters to find Zhang Jiao, it was impossible to allow him to refuse.

So he finally chose to accept.

What was most disturbing to Zhang Jiao was not this matter, but a possible threat from Zhang Yirong.

"Regarding the fact that Chongqianjiu and Jiaosan conspired to conquer the fantasy world, although they have been reduced, they still talk too much.

It shouldn't be mentioned by the Great Commander's prediction to me.

After all, my mother knew that I had inherited the God's Relic, and there was a lot of luck in it. The angle of seeing me was different from others.

Maybe something will come to mind.

There is also nothing to say about the contents of those words floating in the residual volume of the real book.

Involved in "Journey to the West", it is bound to think of the protagonist Sun Wukong.

When I think of Sun Wukong, I think of Huaguo Mountain, and when I think of me collecting monkey nests, I got together.

But I initially asked Jiuwei Xuanchan to help find the damaged water monkey's den, which really had nothing to do with fantasy.

Ah, there is a time difference!

I was looking for the water monkey's lair first, and then I got the fantasy. There is a time difference in the middle. My mother should be able to see this.

Then why did she suddenly promise me monkey nests? It is impossible to really think I have the quirk of collecting certain kinds of nests.

What the **** is this, what is she thinking about in her heart?

With her temperament and what she had done before, in front of Supreme Avenue, flesh and blood love is a joke.

If she knew I had a fantasy, she would not let it go 100%.

Isn't she now trying to use the monkey's nest to test me because of a little affection?

I still heard that Jiao Sanzi, the younger leader in Long Ting, was picked up by me.

I feel that the chance of seizing the opportunity is too low, and I simply want to make a icing on the cake.

Anyway, I am her son. If it really became a climate, it would naturally be her great help. "

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao finally felt better. "In any case, my performance today is good. It's natural to pretend to be silly.

As long as she doesn't take the initiative to tear her face, she can continue.

Don't think about it anyway, there must be a way to the mountain before the car. "

After eating the grapes on the half table, take off your clothes and practice.

Three days passed in a flash.

During the period, Zhang Jiao honestly stayed in the small courtyard and couldn't make a step. He regarded hard work and meditation as his only pastime.

He finished his practice on this day, took a shower in the bathroom of the West Wing, and strolled back to the hall.

Suddenly found an extra silk painting on the table and rice paper with brush writing on one side.

When I stepped forward to take a look at the paper, I saw that it simply said, "The silk roll is a one-time storage seal, and the nest stored inside can be unsealed when lit."

Zhang Jiao knew that it must be Zhang Yirong's own book, and was about to crush the letter. Suddenly, the fire flashed in his hand, and the rice paper had turned into a burst of fly ash.

Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Jiao blows away the gray marks on his fingers and picks up the scroll on the table.

The silk cloth was as thin as cicada wings, only a small half-foot long, and the thumb was thick, but it could be pulled apart but it was 10 meters long.

There are countless copper plates on the densely painted, various kinds of nests, and the eyes with straight corners are straightened.

I was shocked to think: "If these nests are all sealed real objects, is the value of this scroll at least hundreds of billions of dollars or even in trillions?

Such a big fortune, even if the mother-in-law has been mixed with the top of Wen Taoism, and has mastered the wealth of the Changjia Zhang family for thousands of years, it still depends on the aristocracy before the alienation of the aliens to make money ...

Uh, if you count it like this, how does it feel that hundreds of billions of trillions of dollars are not for her.

It's just that the network used is unimaginably large. After all, the animal's nest is a rare and valuable thing, not to mention the monkey's nest. "

The face changed indefinitely for a while.

Put the scroll away, sit cross-legged on the bed, close your eyes and enter the state of meditation.

In this way, two days passed. In the early morning, the sun had just risen and splendidly sprinkled the earth.

A team of 10 soldiers wearing black rhinoceros leather armor and holding halberds, led by a monk wearing a long gown and wearing a stone sword, walked into the courtyard with energetic spirits.

"Is the Longqiao Lingjiao your son available?" The monk asked long, standing under the grapevine.

Zhang Jiao walked out of the house and bowed his hand in salute: "Below is the Zhang Family of Changqiao, Zhang Lingjiao."

"Wu Nai Jiang Chu Du Xin son walked under the door, holding the order to invite your son to a tour of" Yu Xiong Cheng "." The monk also replied.

"Mr. please lead the way." Zhang Jiao knew that the day was coming, he smiled bitterly and sighed.

The monk pretended to be unseen and smiled toward Zhang Jiao, "Please."

Leading the way in front of him led him out of the small courtyard to a crowded, crowded square.

Dozens of vehicles were lined up with ancient cars engraved with cloud patterns on their axles.

One of them will be used by Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao was sad and got into the car ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The door was closed, his expression changed, his thoughts turned, and the man entered a fantasy.

After throwing the silk roll in the sleeve on the ground for the first time, I changed my mind again and returned to the real world.

This entry and exit takes nearly 40 seconds, but it is the least likely to be monitored

Zhang Jiao waited for a while in fear, and as expected, everything was safe and sound, he could not help but let out a long sigh of relief,

Looking around, I found that the car I was in was nearly three feet long, half a wide and eight feet high, like a small room.

Inside there is a soft couch covered with brocades.

In front of the couch there is a wooden table with eight colors of fruits and vegetables, and a bronze incense burner exuding smoke.

"This young son Du Xin really is so happy, likes stinky gestures." Zhang Jiao muttered to himself, climbed up and lay down.

He picked up an apple on the wooden table and ate it while eating it. He showed the volt-broken star officer and raised the curtain of the car window diagonally to him.