Cyber Daming

He Zangjia, Zou Sijiu, Ma Wangye, Zhou You.

No matter where the original intention of everyone's contact comes from, whether it is profit or justice. At this time, everyone is like a grasshopper on a rope.

Li Jun couldn't help himself and watched them being submerged in this turbulent wave.

Yan Bahuang pondered for a moment and said slowly: "With the strength of the Chongqing Prefecture's Jinyi Guards, it is not difficult to protect these people."

It's not difficult, but there will be trouble.

Li Jun shook his head and said firmly: "Only by sinking the body into the river can the storm be settled!"

"well said!"

Yan Bahuang laughed suddenly when he heard this, "You are more like the former imperial warrior than those from those sects."

I saw him taking off the Impermanence Book ring from his finger and throwing it to Li Jun.

"This little gadget contains part of my legal authority, which can help you see through the illusion. Wearing it, ordinary Sanskrit singing and chanting will sound similar to a dog barking. Apart from making noises, there is no other harm."

Li Jun reached out to catch the ring, but did not put it on.

"No reward for no merit, I don't feel comfortable holding this thing of yours."

"You are really stubborn, kid."

Yan Bahuang laughed dumbly, "But there is no way to take back the things I sent out. If you feel embarrassed, why not do something for me?"

Li Jun said solemnly: "What's the matter?"

"Someone has gone astray now. If he is left alone, he may cause a lot of trouble. So someone needs to help him correct it."

"who?"

"Take off the general, Zhao Tong. The hiding place is in the ring."

Li Jun raised his eyebrows, "Want to die or live?"

"Nonsense, what are you doing with him alive? Are you bringing him back so I can treat him to dinner?"

Yan Bahuang waved his hand angrily, "Go quickly, otherwise people won't know where to hide in a while."

Li Jun cupped his fists and saluted, turned around and strode towards the door.

Perhaps it was because the autumn rain was starting to fall outside the door at this moment. Before going out, Li Jun suddenly reached out and took away an umbrella on the rain gear rack by the door.

Seeing this scene, Yan Bahuang couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You brat, you are such a generous person that you even dare to take my knife!"

The moon is as big as a disk, illuminating the raindrops clearly.

The various gods that used to fly over Nanyu District were free today and were not projected to solicit business.

This is not because today’s merchants don’t need to open their doors to make money, but because they have better choices to suit the situation.

The fairy in palace makeup and the strong lumberjack toasted to each other while a tempting jade rabbit was roasting on the bonfire nearby.

Situated under this strange scene is a restaurant that smells delicious.

Chang'e in short skirt, holding gauze in hands, dances hard in the moonlight. Not surprisingly, this is the handiwork of the nightclub.

In the sky above some mechanical limb shops, the saint-faced Moon God used a pair of dexterous mechanical arms to weave laurel branches into a crown, and gently put it on the head of the Jade Rabbit with shining red eyes.

The fairy holding the latest model of the 'Habayashi' series of firearms pointed the muzzle at the big moon above her head.

The trigger was lightly pulled, and a brilliant firework exploded from the muzzle.

At this time, the cheers of children will be heard in the streets and alleys.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, Chang'e smiles. The company is good, the casual workers are early, so there is no need to go to Dianmao tomorrow."

The sound of songs passed through the rain line, swaying in all directions under the night, and spread further south in Nanyu District.

The edge of the city is deserted, but the rain here is even more fierce, almost pouring.

On the low hillside, Zhao Tong stood under a tree, looking at the lights in the distance and humming softly.

"The company is good and part-time workers are early, so there is no need to go to Dianmao tomorrow. Salaries are paid, remuneration is given, and moon cakes are given to feed the family. Work more, do a good job, and I will die."

The singing stopped suddenly and suddenly turned into a sarcastic sneer.

"Master, did you hear that? This is the Ming Empire today, a good world that you worked so hard to maintain back then!"

Under the shade of the trees, a lonely unknown tomb stands here.

The remaining traces of this product of the old era can still be seen in such wilderness.

Zhao Tong, who was already soaked all over, slowly squatted down, gently pulled away the grass in front of the grave, and whispered to himself: "Master, I'm not dead, I'm still alive."

"In recent years, I joined the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club and killed people for the eunuch Zhang Ruzhen. He rewarded me with the position of 'unconquered general' so that I could avoid being hunted by the Buddhist and Taoist families."

"Although I can't continue to improve the sequence, I am content to be able to live safely."

The weeds in front of the grave were uprooted, and the holes left behind were gently smoothed by Zhao Tong's hands.

He lifted up a jar of Jiannan Shaochun at his feet and poured the drink on the ground with his backhand. Quietly watching the expensive wine being driven away by the rain, seeping into the soil in front of the grave.

"Actually, occasionally when I have a good meal, I have thought about whether to contribute to the martial arts sequence, but after much thought, I gave up. The disciple really can't bear to part with such glory, wealth, and fine food and clothing."

"Besides, the Buddhist and Taoist families are so powerful, why should we seek revenge on them?"

Zhao Tong paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to one side, patted the back of his neck, and said with a smile:

"By the way, I have good news for you. Disciple, I have decided to give up the martial arts sequence and switch to the military path. It is a pity that you have not installed a brain computer in your life. The taste of the Huangliang dream is really extraordinary and makes people miss Shu. "

"Although the process of sequence jump is very unpleasant, and the taste of rotting raw flesh and blood is not pleasant, you always say, it is bitter first and then sweet. After the conversion is completed, I will no longer have to worry about being raped. Liquidated.”

Zhao Tong's eyes were full of joy and hope, and he picked up a jar of Jiannan Shaochun and placed it next to the grave.

But this time he didn't pour the drink on the ground, but gently placed it next to the tombstone.

"I remember you said before that before you became a follower, you didn't have a good drinking capacity. If you drink too fast, it's easy to get drunk. So I'll leave this jar for you. Drink it slowly when you have time."

Zhao Tong smiled and said: "After all, I may not come again as a disciple, and you definitely don't want to see me again,"

At this moment, someone approached from behind and whispered: "Sir, we are here."

Zhao Tong shouted coldly: "Didn't you see me saying goodbye to the master? You go and greet me first."

The people behind him retreated in silence.

Zhao Tong turned over and sat beside the grave regardless of the mud on the ground.

"Master, you see, as long as I go out of the city to worship you, someone is going to kill me. But that's okay. Today happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I just want to send a young martial arts disciple down to accompany you."

"Hey, it's only been so long, I almost forgot what you looked like. If I had known this, I should have found a way to transfer you to the Huangliang host instead of burning you to ashes."

Zhao Tong reached out and patted the low grave next to him, his face full of emotion.

At this moment, under the hillside, Li Jun came through the rain holding a black umbrella.