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The Chinese compatriots here in the United States are undoubtedly the luckiest. They have a patron saint to protect their safety.

As long as the Chinese people come here, they no longer have to worry about being intimidated and can have a good sleep peacefully.

The only drawback is that more people gather and the place is a bit crowded.

But compared to other compatriots who are still living in dire straits in other countries, this place is undoubtedly a paradise.

On the rooftop of the embassy, ​​a beautiful woman in green clothes was sitting blankly, looking into the distance, as if she was thinking about something.

Below the embassy, ​​the Chinese people were jumping for joy after receiving the news that they could return to the country tomorrow.

Many Chinese people even began to sing and dance happily, looking forward to returning to their homes tomorrow and no longer having to live such a life-worrying life.

But the festive atmosphere underneath seemed a bit out of place for Fang Qingzhu.

She is not Chinese and cannot sympathize with these Chinese people. She just treats them as ordinary mortals among all living beings and helps them out of her sect's responsibility of saving lives and healing the wounded.

However, unlike other mortals, Fang Qingzhu appreciates the bravery and sincerity of these Chinese people, so he is willing to stay and protect them without wasting his own time.

And among these people, she also met a good friend who was proficient in music.

"Sister Fang, a plane from our country will be coming to take us back soon! Do you want to go to China with us?"

At this time, a girl walked up to the rooftop and came to Fang Qingzhu with a smile.

Fang Qingzhu pulled his thoughts back. When he saw the girl, he smiled slightly and declined: "China is your hometown, but it is not mine. I have other things to do, and I am waiting for you. Let's just say goodbye."

The girl felt a little regretful when she heard this and said, "Okay, Sister Fang, will we still have a chance to meet again in the future?"

"We will meet each other if we are destined, Ke Tong." Fang Qingzhu comforted with a smile.

Zhou Ketong sat beside her, looking a little unhappy.

Seeing this, Fang Qingzhu comforted him: "You are going back to China. You can pursue the person you like. You should be happy."

Zhou Ketong smiled bitterly when he heard this, held his pretty face in his hands, shook his head and sighed: "Although I can go back, there is no chance. I only met him a few times, and he must have forgotten me long ago."

"How could it be? You are so beautiful and talented. The person you like must also like you."

Zhou Ketong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Sister Fang, you don't know, I have a good sister, she is much better than me, she also likes that person, I have no chance at all."

Fang Qingzhu asked a little strangely: "Then why don't you two stay with him together?"

Zhou Ketong smiled and said: "Sister Fang, although three wives and four concubines are also popular in China, it was abolished nearly a hundred years ago. Now, it is all about monogamy."

Fang Qingzhu disagreed, saying: "If the man is ordinary, he is indeed worthy of having only one woman, but if the man is extremely outstanding, I think there is nothing wrong with having three wives and four concubines, as long as those women are willing to have them." good."

Zhou Ketong was a little shocked. He gave a thumbs up and said: "Sister Fang, your idea is very unique. I accept it! But even if I agree, my sister may not agree. Even if my sister agrees, my father will never agree. Oh, forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore, you have to leave, I’ll play you a piece of music.”

"Then I'm all ears."

Zhou Ketong took out the prepared guitar, which was a very strange instrument to Fang Qingzhu before.

The first time Zhou Ketong played it, she was impressed by the instrument, especially because Zhou Ketong played it so beautifully.

So during this period of time, Fang Qingzhu listened to Zhou Ketong playing guitar and singing almost every day.

However, just when Fang Qingzhu was about to enjoy his friend's last solo, a discordant sound sounded from outside the embassy.

Hundreds of uninvited guests descended from the sky and surrounded the embassy.

These people were both white and black. One of them, a blond man, flew forward, came closer, and said to Fang Qingzhu below: "Chinese woman, you killed my subordinate Jimmy, do you know that he is the magician I value most! He He is my most capable assistant! He is the deputy leader of my Holy Law Legion! Today I will avenge him!"

Fang Qingzhu looked at Zhou Ketong helplessly and said, "Ketong, I don't understand the bird language he said, so you should translate it."

Zhou Ketong was a little nervous and said, "Sister Fang, these people seem to be from the Holy Law Legion."

"What is the Holy Law Legion?" Fang Qingzhu wondered.

Zhou Ketong explained, "I also read it on the Internet. It is said that many ability users in the United States have formed forces and formed their own line, forming a very terrifying force. Even many local officials have to curry favor with them, and the Holy Law The Legion is the most powerful organization of capable people in the United States."

"Their boss, James Bang, has reached the level of a great magician. His strength is equivalent to our Yuanying monks in China. He also has three subordinates of the level of a great magician. There are even more senior magicians and intermediate magicians. The Holy Law Legion There are so many masters that even the President of the United States, oh, the Emperor of the United States, has to fawn over them."

Fang Qingzhu shook his head after hearing this, showing disdain.

"What did I think it was, that the Nascent Soul cultivator just wants to do whatever he wants? He's really asking for death. Go tell them that I'm in a bad mood today and don't want to go on a killing spree, and tell them to get out."

Although Zhou Ketong was a little uneasy, he still mustered up the courage to stand up and shout to James Bond.

James Bond naturally couldn't leave, but instead became angry and attacked Zhou Ketong directly.

Fang Qingzhu's eyes turned cold, he raised his jade hand slightly, and a lotus seal fell, while hundreds of other subordinates also took action.

In order not to harm innocent people, Fang Qingzhu chose to fly high into the sky to contain these people.

Even if one fights against a hundred, Fang Qingzhu is not afraid at all. She is a cultivator at the peak of Shen Transformation. How can these rabble be her opponent?

However, what she didn't expect was that the people James Bond called were far more than these, and his men continued to appear from the horizon.

Obviously, he was extremely annoyed at the loss of soldiers and generals at Fang Qingzhu's hands the past few times, and he said that he would kill Fang Qingzhu this time to regain his position.

James Bond not only called in all the experts in the group, but also found a group of modern mercenaries to destroy the embassy and Fang Qingzhu together!

The Chinese compatriots in the embassy have not yet realized that the biggest crisis is coming. Killers armed with thermal weapons are quickly approaching here.

Zhou Ketong, who was standing on the rooftop, was the first to notice something was wrong. He hurried back downstairs and informed the consul of the embassy.

"Uncle Qin! It's not good!"

"what happened?"

Bang!

As soon as Qin Jin finished speaking, a bullet was suddenly shot from the window outside, piercing his chest. Qin Jin's eyes blurred and he fell directly into a pool of blood.

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