High-profile King

Time went back a few minutes ago. Just when Lu Wenrui was nervously preventing Zhao Mingzhu from naming the name'Zhang Bao', he had already come downstairs to Zhang Jiao in front of the Oasis Hotel, and suddenly felt that someone was calling him.

The reason why the word ‘call’ is used instead of ‘call’ is because this feeling is very unfamiliar. It is neither audible by the ear nor the sensing of psychic powers.

It seems that for some reason, a certain rule was touched, which prompted him to have a certain unspeakable connection with a certain creature.

And he seems to be able to exert a certain influence on the other end of the connection through this mysterious connection.

This situation is somewhat similar to the connection that the ‘child of dawn’ believers had with Zhang Jiao when they prayed.

It's just that that kind of contact is more directed at the fantasy world he has, and the object of this strange contact is only at Zhang Jiao himself.

After awakening the eight senses, Zhang Jiao knew that he would never have an illusion, and instinctively thought that someone was casting a mental spell on him that he didn't know, and stopped immediately, looking away from the left and right.

When he stopped, he just happened to stand by one of the automatic doors of the hotel, blocking the road.

The waiter nearest to the automatic door quickly leaned in and asked politely: "Sir, do you need any help?"

Zhang Jiao didn’t notice anything unusual around him, but Zhang Jiao, who was about to try something along that mysterious connection, turned around, smiled dryly, and said casually, “Ah, no, I’m sorry, something happened just now. , I'm sorry.", stepped out of the hotel door.

Later, in order not to hinder others and attract attention, he kept walking all the way to the parking lot of Block A of the Oasis Hotel. After getting in the car, he concentrated on the mysterious connection and communicated with him.

As a result, I suddenly felt that the connection ceased abruptly, and the disappeared disappeared.

"No, what's the matter, what does it mean to come and go suddenly!" At the last moment, intuition suddenly flashed, Zhang Jiao sensed that the mysterious connection seemed to be the key to opening a new world, and couldn't help being at a loss. The lost muttered to himself.

But now that the opportunity has appeared, as long as it is tied to one's own luck, it will reappear one day even if it is fleeting.

He is not a person who is easily frustrated. He soon regained his spirit, buried the mysterious connection in his heart, and began to figure out how he should behave in the future after arriving in the army of Yiyuan.

This plan is all night.

In the early morning of the next day, as the former Speaker of the Kashgar House of Representatives and the current Iraqi Yuan military’s own dry food and fifty-mao party Zhang Jiao, he avoided the crowds of reporters and the Kashgar official decided to hold the farewell ceremony after seeing the hot news.

Alone, got on the underground train and rushed to the fortress city closest to the frontline reporting location.

At the same time, Zhang Jiao's body of Taiqing also took the newly restored civil sailing ship, about to set foot on the land of Jiangchu Zero District for the first time in more than 20 years.

The Nanyang island country has unexpectedly fallen into his hands quickly and smoothly. After Zhang Jiao has gradually settled on the throne of the "Overseas Son", he feels that it doesn't make much sense to continue to work far away from the eastern mainland.

Therefore, on the basis of praying to the gods for a more profound way to cure evil, they pretended to retreat, but in fact slipped out of Nanyang quietly.

Returning to the mainland of Dazhou, I plan to experience the changes brought about by time.

By the way, find out how those old acquaintances, especially his "Dear Mother", are doing now.

After all, although the body is still only high-level and extraordinary, Zhang Jiao has actually mastered the unique and plural ordinary legends, and the forces that have won them can already plan some things.

The ferry docked at the berth of Shennongjia Haiyuan Port. He stood on the side of the ship and had a condescending bird's-eye view of the once-visited harbor, feeling a lot depressed.

Many dockers on the shore are gossiping and waiting for work, and most of them look frowning.

However, this place used to be the site of Long Ting's younger generation prominent figure, Long San Gongzi.

And Long San Gongzi is also a top-notch figure who has made a lot of mud, all of whom have joined the outstanding members of the mysterious organization named "Children of Destiny Club".

With a high identity and power, and a wide range of contacts and relationships, it is natural that the industries they operate are also prosperous.

Not to mention that Long San has already become a pile of bones, even Long Ting has become a yellow flower yesterday.

There are only a group of remnants of the remnants of the party left. Under the leadership of Chongqianjiu, who were only high-level figures or reserve talents, the seven- or eight-hundred-year-old ‘little girls’, they are trying to revive.

Coupled with Nanyang, one of its main trading partners, the economy has plummeted due to supernatural catastrophes. In recent years, Jiang Chu's domestic struggle with Shanjin and Western Qin has brought many negative effects. The decline of Haiyuan Port is actually also In reason.

But even so, when comparing the scene before him with past memories, Zhang Jiao couldn't help but sighed inexplicably sad, and silently thought: "History is still very strange, sometimes hundreds of years are like a night, sometimes Twenty to thirty years will be the vicissitudes of life."

It's just that it's not clear whether this feeling is for this Haiyuan Port, or the entire Jiang Chu Guoyang, or even the Eastern Continent.

While he is still sorrowful and sorrowful for the autumn, the crew over there who was on duty to clean the deck was a little uncomfortable. While smashing the ground, he came to the back of Zhang Jiao and reminded: "Sir, the ship has docked for a while. Time is up, you can disembark."

"Ah, thank you, I'm leaving now." Zhang Jiao nodded in return and strolled off the boat.

As a result, as soon as he set foot on his homeland, a broker came over and asked: "Mr. Nanyang, can I take care of you?

I have been squatting in Haiyuan Port for more than 10 years, and I am very familiar with it. Whether it is selling or buying goods, there is nothing unclear...

"Sorry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I'm here to travel, not to do business." Zhang Jiao interjected with a smile.

Traveling in Zone Zero is either a lunatic or an explorer. Of course, these two kinds of people are not likely to be equated in the eyes of the general public.

The broker chuckled and said, "Mr. is really elegant and leisurely.

Then you swim slowly, swim slowly. ", just want to leave.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiao said again: "But although there is no business to do, there is also a lack of a guide. If you can tell me about the changes in Shennongjia's life over the years, a tip is indispensable."

The old slick broker was taken aback when he heard the words, and said honestly: "Sir, I'm just a small person, but I don't know the secrets and secrets. All I remember is the news on the "flying paper" on the side of the road."

Obviously, the guys who dare to treat Zero Zone as a scenic spot can't make money, but they are reluctant to make money, so they put ugliness ahead.

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