Three-year-old Zai Zai became popular in the doomsday live broadcast room

The high priest waited at the gate of the main palace for about half an hour before an extended version drove over slowly.

The car was stopped in front of the door, and Pei Zhi got out of the car, meeting the eyes of the high priest.

He glanced casually at the guards behind the high priest, and calmly opened his arms: "It's time for a routine inspection, right? Come on."

The guard was about to step forward, but was stopped by the high priest: "Go down, there is no need to check."

"The top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked. You have been with Fu Hua for so long, and you have learned to bend the law for your own personal gain." Pei Zhi smiled, full of sarcasm.

The high priest who led the way paused, tilted his head and said: "Pei holds your dog mouth, and you will bite people."

"The premise is that you are a human being." Pei Zhi retorted, "Eating dog food from inside out."

If it wasn't for this bitch's sudden betrayal back then, how could she have fallen from a high position?
The high priest choked.

This dog's mouth is really poisonous.

He has never won a quarrel with him since he first met him.

But he didn't intend to quarrel with him either.

The high priest led Pei Zhi through the corridor of the main palace.

Neither of them walked very fast. The sky was bright and the moon was beautiful, and the bamboo shadows were dancing on the ground. It felt like a stroll in the garden.

"The plants in the garden haven't changed much, and Danjing's aesthetics have always been very good." The high priest casually picked up a few blooming peonies, crushed them and threw them into the trash can.

The bright and eye-catching peony flowers are decomposed by the enhanced decomposing bacteria inside the trash can in an instant.

Pei Zhi's eyes moved slightly.

Her aesthetic is very good, there is no doubt about it.

As small as the garden in front of me, as large as the overall layout and planning of the entire interstellar world, all come from her own hands.

This is the world created by her, but now people have deliberately erased the traces of her existence.

For this world, it might not be a tragedy.

The top of the empty branch whose flower head was cut off by the high priest was still a bit sticky to the touch. Pei Zhi raised his hand and tapped twice on the petals of the only remaining flower. The long eye feathers concealed it.

The two entered the hall one after another.

The hall was empty, and the glazed lamp on the top of the ceiling pierced through the lampshade and shot in all directions.

Fu Huaduan was sitting in the upper seat, seeing the two people coming in one after another, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened.

His fingers were covered with blood, and the sleeve of a white shirt exposed from his wrist was also covered with blood.

Fu Hua held a white handkerchief, and slowly wiped his fingers for himself.

With his eyelids half down, Pei Zhi followed behind the high priest, stepping on the velvet red carpet, every step was extraordinarily heavy.

His powerful intuition told him that this place was as quiet as a chicken, but there were gunmen ambushing all around.

"Prince, Mr. Pei brought it here." The high priest stopped three meters away from Fu Hua, and saw a pool of dark red blood at his feet at a glance.

Standing behind the high priest, Pei Zhi was tall and straight, with a straight back.

Fu Hua finally stopped what he was doing, and casually threw the bloody handkerchief into the air.

"Bam—"

Before the handkerchief fell to the ground, it was pierced by a bullet flying from behind the marble column.

The sparks engulfed the entire veil, and it fell to the ground, turning into black sticky granules.

The meaning of the demonstration is simply not too obvious.

Pei Zhi sneered, looked up and met his eyes with a smile.

Neither of them spoke, their eyes collided in the air, obviously silent, but there was a smell of gunpowder everywhere.

"Long time no see, Pei Zhi, don't come here without any problems." In the end, Fu Hua couldn't hold back and opened his mouth first.

He raised his finger slightly, and there was a loud bang, and the floor in front of him, which was not covered with a red carpet, began to fall, and when it rose again, there was a wooden stool on the left and right sides respectively.

Very crude.

"Please sit down."

The high priest was quite used to this, he lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, and sat under Fu Hua's left hand.

Pei Zhi didn't move, his twinkling peach eyes fixed on another empty chair.

He couldn't understand what Fu Hua meant.

He just wanted to take this opportunity to see if he really surrendered to him.

Fu Hua raised his brows slightly, and his eyes revealed a bit of impatience: "Mr. Pei, what does this mean?"

"Change a chair." Pei Zhi met his gaze without fear, and smiled loosely, "If you want me to surrender, you can get tens of billions of money, but you can't get a piece of paper with a piece of paper. A decent chair... the Führer?"

Fu Hua was startled.

Thinking of the guy in front of him spending his money like running water in the prison, throwing out tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands at every turn, his teeth itch with anger.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he can make Pei Zhi bend over, everything will be fine.

"How come?" Fu Hua hypocritically pulled his lips into a smile, and snapped his fingers.

The floor below the empty stool sank again.

Two minutes later, a gorgeous and exquisite bench with golden exotic flowers and plants inlaid on the armrest emerged, which looked extravagant in the empty hall.

Pei Zhi got his wish, so naturally he was not hypocritical, and sat down.

Leaning back, with a smile on his face, he looked up at Fu Hua.

Even though he was in the lower position, there was an air of unruliness all over his body, as if he was the real master here.

Fu Hua frowned slightly when he saw him, and pulled the corner of his clothes pretending not to care: "Pei Zhi, I heard that you have been addicted to the virtual live broadcast room recently, and rewarded a three-year-old named Yu Mian with a lot of money." ?”

"That's right." Pei Zhi shrugged, noncommittal, "I haven't come out for hundreds of years, the outside world has changed a lot, and it's interesting to see everything. Mianmian is also very cute, and the fans are also very friendly. If you are interested If so, I welcome you to join Mianmian's fan club."

"I'll forget it." Hearing this, Fu Hua waved his hands in disgust.

He has no interest in those virtual anchors who are dubious and can't make it to the stage, let alone the three-year-old child named Yu Mian that Executive Pei talked about.

However, Pei Zhi is so playful and obsessed with virtual live broadcasting, Fu Hua himself is very happy to see this, so he didn't say anything to warn, but just put on a gesture of a boss teaching his subordinates: "You just came out, and you like novelty things. I can also understand that if there is any place that needs money, just find Fang Xun."

Fang Xun was the high priest.

Pei Zhi grinned: "Okay, then I'll stop being disrespectful."

High Priest: "..."

When he thought of Fu Hua's nearly half of his family property being run away by Pei Zhi, he couldn't help but sweat coldly for the bastard in front of him.

Fu Hua was obviously satisfied with Pei Zhi's attitude, and he asked again: "Speaking of which, Pei Zhi, do you still remember Dan Jing?"

The high priest's pupils froze slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Pei Zhi.

The latter was obviously much calmer: "Dan Jing, it's just like that. If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come."

"Hahaha..." Fu Hua suddenly laughed.

The two talked about each other for a long time, until the clock above Fu Hua's back suddenly jumped to 00:00, a guard hurried over with his head lowered, and said something in Fu Hua's ear.

Fu Hua waved his hand and let him go down.

"Pei Zhi, it's getting late." Fu Hua said with a smile, "I'm here to invite you to meet someone."