High-profile King

After listening to Song Yue’s good and bad rhetoric, Zhang Jiao showed a thunder-struck expression on his face, and asked dryly, "Is it possible, Miss Song, can you infer that I encountered something bad? How high is the possibility in that regard?"

"It's difficult for ordinary people to know such high-end extraordinary knowledge," Song Yue replied softly, without words, "I am different.

Probably nine out of ten. "

"Nine out of ten, that is 90%?" Zhang Jiao twitched his lips.

"Almost." Song Yuegan said with a smile.

When the voice fell, Li Binzhu seriously added: "Furthermore, the chance that Xiaoyue said is that only one animal soul will be hatched.

You have four dragon beast souls, so the so-called probability should be much higher. "

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao turned his head and looked at Master Li Bin, with a smile that was uglier than crying and said: "I thank you for reminding me, boss."

"No thanks." Li Binzhu faintly waved his hand and said.

Zhang Jiao gritted his teeth and looked at her for a while, and suddenly burst into a cheerful laughter, "I fled to Yiyuan after nine deaths in Nanyang, and I didn't know how many thrills I had experienced.

It's ridiculous to worry about the unknown now.

Zhang Bao, Zhang Bao, you shouldn't be such a character! "

Then he raised his head 45 degrees and shook his head silently, seeming to feel ridiculous for his gaffe, but two lines of tears burst out of the corner of his eyes.

Feeling the wetness on his cheeks, Zhang Jiao suddenly spoke softly. "Hey, is it raining, Miss Song, your bookstore seems to be leaking."

"It's not that the bookstore is leaking, but you are crying." Song Yue opened his mouth and said: "I thought you had a sudden realization. It turned out to be so desolate that you didn't even know that you were crying."

"Hey, did I cry." Zhang Jiao recovered and touched his cheek, "I really cried.

It turns out that Zhang Jiao is just a greedy young man who is afraid of death. "

Obviously he knew that his experience was miserable, but Song Yue couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Some apologetic words: "Hahaha, sorry Zhang Bao, haha, you, why are you so funny, hahaha.

I know you shouldn't laugh at this time, but you are too, too..."

"You're a big-headed ghost," Zhang Jiao pouted and interrupted Song Yue's words. "The only death in the age of hardship, I am doing psychological construction for myself, how am I going to be funny.

Hey, forget it, everyone’s laughter is different, just be funny if you think it’s funny.

You have helped me so much, and it will be regarded as interest to make you laugh twice.

But I am a big man, I have to pay back what I owe you. The 3 mung bean pills I ate last time were to protect your bookstore, so forget it.

How much is the pill that I took this time, I have made money and will return it to you. "

"No need." Song Yue laughed loudly and waved his hand to say aside.

"It must." Zhang Jiao said seriously and resolutely.

Song Yue heard a smile on his face and said, "If that's the case, then you're fine. The'Zhi Boiling Pill' is 2300 yuan, which is only the cost price."

Song Yue said that, in fact, just wanting Zhang Jiao to retreat. By the way, looking at his embarrassment, he didn't expect Zhang Jiao to mutter in his mouth, "It's so expensive, why not grab it."

But without any excuse, he took out 20 yuan from his pocket and said, "You will be paid 20 yuan every day, and it will be paid off in 115 days.

We are considered acquaintances. Even if the interest is given to you, you should not be embarrassed to collect it. I will not give it. "

Song Yue was taken aback, looked at Zhang Jiao for a while, put away the 20 yuan, and said with a smile: "You are quite interesting.

Yes, we are also acquaintances, so I won't charge interest.

And since it’s an acquaintance to call you by your name, it seems too raw. I will call you Xiaobao in the future, you can call me Yueyue. "

"Little Treasure is a good name, I will call it the same way in the future." Master Li Bin said, "But you still have to call my boss."

"It doesn't matter what it is called." Zhang Jiao waved his hand indifferently: "The most important thing for me now is to seize the time to practice.

Strive for unremitting efforts day and night to slowly suppress the dragon beast souls in the body and prevent them from turning the sky. "

After speaking, he sat cross-legged vigorously, adjusted his breathing, and entered the realm of cultivation.

At the same time, Nanyang, thousands of miles away, relied on satellites sponsored by Shanjin and Xiqin, which had interrupted its network for several years and finally regained connectivity.

The "Son of Dawn," which already has a fairly broad base of believers, has accelerated its spread throughout the Nanyang region with the help of the information explosion network.

And demand is the most important condition for the spread of faith.

In the upper and middle districts of many cities in the three countries of Nanyang, because the government can still maintain basic order and stability, unlike the Xiacheng district, the people are completely in a precarious state and urgently need the power to protect themselves.

The spread of the Son of Dawn is relatively slow.

But as the war became overcast, the official armed forces, including local forces such as the night watchmen, were mobilized in large numbers from the city and assembled in a few giant military bases, resulting in a significant weakening of civilian defense forces.

The Son of Dawn began to be more and more popular among people in Midtown and even Shangcheng, and it really ignited the entire Nanyang like a prairie fire.

No matter how low-key, Zhang Jiao, the Pope, the Son of Dawn, was as conspicuous as a fire in the dark, he soon stood on the cusp of the storm.

Just at this moment, the conch that Chong Qianjiu left behind came news that let him fulfill his promise.

So at an evening meeting, Zhang Jiao gave a calm and not as good as a move, and after unchangingly responding to the ever-changing instructions, he left the southern human world and came to the barren seashore outside Xiangbei City.

Standing against the wind in the dim sky and waiting for a while, he suddenly saw a wave surge in and exploded in mid-air.

Jumping out of a lovely girl wearing Xia Zong’s ancient palace costume ~www.NovelMTL.com~ with two hairs combed on her head, she is just like the human form of the ancient alien insect Qianjiu in the memory.

"The 800-year-old fairy is still so cute, it's really unbearable." Zhang Jiao secretly complained, but with a smile on his face, he greeted him with loyalty: "Come on, Qian Jiu.

There are only a handful of sea people who have made trouble in District 15 of Xiangbei. Thank you so much.

If you want to kill anyone, just say, I will go all out to give him a white knife in and a red knife out. "

"We'll talk about the attack later." Chong Qianjiu jumped to Zhang Jiao, looked up at him and said, "Brother Lingjiao, did you create the sect of the children of dawn?"

"The last time I met, I only used my real body to see me, and now I call Brother Lingjiao.

What a realistic guy. "When Zhang Jiao heard the words, he thought silently, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded and said: "Yes, has this sect actually reached your Sea Clan ears?" "

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