High-profile King

The magic weapon for storage involves the two most sophisticated aspects of supernatural power, the one that faces the inside of time and space, and the one that faces space.

Scarcity to the extreme.

So that when Zhang Jiao was backed by a tree in Jiang Chu, he was in the high position of the lord of the middle doctor, and he was also the only sister of Chuhou who had the same father and mother.

It was not until the rise of the ‘child of dawn’ and the full cooperation of the golden water beasts that they subverted the regimes of the three Nanyang countries like a bamboo, and found a tattoo-style storage sticker in a country’s dusty secret vault.

Before coming to Da Zhou from Nanyang, he stuck the magic sticker on his arm for internal testing, and used it as an oversized suitcase measuring 9 feet by 9 feet and 9 feet by 9 feet in length, width and height.

Now he showed up for a while, shocked that Crank Heng's eyes almost fell out of his eye sockets, "Press, the supernatural power of compressing space!

You, Brother Legion, you are too awesome! "

"It's not an awakened legacy, but a magic weapon for storage." Zhang Jiao explained casually after hearing the words.

"It's only the storage magic weapon," Chou Bingheng exclaimed with a more surprised expression: "You wouldn't be the son of any Hou Men, Bailong fishing suit?

No, you are from Nanyang, that is, some mysterious hidden ancient family or super wealthy..."

"Brother Qu, a person's family background is important but not fundamental," Zhang Jiao interrupted Chou Shanheng with a smile, "you don't have to be so excited."

Crank Heng was stunned for a moment, and then dropped his head like a frost-beaten eggplant, sighed inexplicably, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I wish I could stand up one day and say the same to others. "

"What does this mean?" Zhang Jiao asked puzzledly.

"You said, brothers in the legion, I am after Dr. Qu Lingjun, Jiang Chu Sanlu," Crank Heng said softly in the moonlight, "Since our ancestors cast Jiang to the river and were seized by Chu Hou, we descendants have been there for generations. Regarding the revitalization of the family as his own duty, he has never achieved anything.

The words you just said can only be spoken by the wealthy and wealthy of the family, and will not be said to be sour.

So I really yearn for it. "

Dr. Jiang Chu Sanlu was famous all over the world. He was cast into the river and died more than a thousand years ago because of his loyalty to Chu Hou at the time. The result was that Chu Hou was furious and broke the Yi clan, which made him live forever.

It is said that the successor Ren Chuhou, due to his reputation, had published several times to find the descendants of Dr. Sanlu's escape. He planned to restore his territorial officials, but only some fake and shoddy were found, and his head was chopped off.

Zhang Jiao fell silent when he knew that these allusions had been choked by Crank Heng again.

Upon seeing this, crankheng said excitedly: "Brother Legion, don't you believe what I said?"

"Ah, no, Dr. Sanlu is well-known in the world," Zhang Jiao said dryly, "I naturally hope that he will have someone to succeed him."

"Really, when I regain the glory of my ancestors, I must invite you to watch the ceremony." Crank Heng said with a serious face full of laughter and wit.

Qu Bingle and Qu Bingyan looked at his brother helplessly when they heard the words, but they didn't stop him from talking nonsense as before, but turned their heads to show a pleading look at Zhang Jiao.

Obviously, he knew that the burden of'rejuvenating the family' from childhood to adulthood had caused the elder brother to be somewhat devilish, and his personality changed a lot when he mentioned it. Can't hard top.

Zhang Jiao nodded his head elegantly when he heard the strings, revealing his profound performance skills, "It is also an honor to witness the revival of a celebrity, and I will definitely go there."

"Hahahaha, good, good. Okay, then you are my No. 1 VIP." Hearing these words, Chou Bingheng lifted his spirits, said happily, chatted with excitement, and slowly returned to normal. .

After that, everyone started to fetch water and cook their own duties.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Jiao used the electricity provided by the portable nuclear battery to boil water to wash away the dust of the day. He walked out of the tent alone and looked at the sky, falling into contemplation.

I don't know how long it has passed, and Chuang Heng also wiped his hair comfortably and went outside, standing behind Zhang Jiao and muttering: "It is good to have money, power and treasure.

You can enjoy it in Zero Zone, and you can take a hot bath at night, it's like a vacation. "

After hearing this, Zhang Jiao came back to his senses and started his second round of superb performance. It seemed that under the sky, the moonlight was getting deeper and deeper, and he changed his indifference. He sighed slightly. Sighed.

With a wry smile, he shook his head and said, "Brother Qu, if you really come from an ancient family, you will know that no matter what kind of life you have, you have to face many, many distresses.

It's not that everything is fine if you have money, power, and treasure as you said. "

"This is a bit of ‘sorry for composing new words.’" Crank Heng seemed to feel that Zhang Jiao’s life was what he longed for. He was still dissatisfied and said straightforwardly: "Brother Legion, life is difficult.

The sins suffered by people like you are definitely not worth mentioning compared to me. "

"Oh." Zhang Jiao seemed to be finally stimulated by his words, and slowly turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Qu, before the spiritual catastrophe did not leave Nanyang, I used to insist on hunting on the edge of the catastrophe. Killing Lingyi has been close to the Cthulhu family for two years.

The highest record is 198 hours, 21 minutes and 35 seconds of continuous battle without sleep. What kind of suffering have you suffered and what kind of sin have you suffered? Can you feel that this suffering is not worth mentioning? "

Qu Bingheng was stunned when he heard the words, and said with a blank tongue: "You are kidding, hunting, hunting, hunting the ghosts and the Cthulhu family for two years, and fighting for more than 190 hours, are you crazy?"

"Crazy is not crazy," Zhang Jiao said faintly, "but sometimes, some ancient families have passed down not only the peerless exercises, the rare magic weapons, the most excellent medicine... but also the salvation general. The heart of Ji and the sense of responsibility inherited from the human race.

Take me, for example. Actually, the reason for coming out of the house was to find a close relative, and then I traced it to Nanyang and saw the horror of the supernatural catastrophe~www.NovelMTL.com~ At that time, the world’s strongest people knew that according to the lessons of history, let go of the supernatural catastrophe. What kind of consequences will ultimately result.

But at the same time, they also know that the probability of the brewing process of this ‘bad fruit’ will be calculated over thousands of years, and they may be gone when the melons are ripe.

If preventing the'evil fruit' from maturing, if it hinders the eyes of the evil god, what kind of danger will be encountered, so all of them are ignored.

But if everyone is like this, let alone anything else, once the spiritual catastrophe continues to spread, at least one billion creatures in Nanyang will inevitably be doomed.

So I stayed, where I struggled hard.

Unexpectedly, I did useless work in the end, watching countless evil energies turn into spores, flying away but powerless to stop it.

Just ended up with a clear conscience. "

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