Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

In the Lizi class at Beiliang Taixue, there are a lot of people playing with abstractions, doing a lot of hard work, and having more fun, but Zhao Yun is definitely unique, no, it should be said that it is an abstraction that has never been done before or since, just because she is in During a normal Holy Grail War, he said something loudly.

"Zhou Li is a good man!"

Zhao Yun, the first spearman in Beiliang, a dog-carrying spearman, nicknamed Changshan Zhao Zilong by Zhou Lisong, is also the top Gen soldier in the entire Beiliang.

Because she is the only one who thinks Zhou Li is a good person.

Yes, Zhou Li, a good man.

A very abstract adjective was placed on an extremely abstract beast, and Zhao Yun also said that it was taken for granted. On that day, the Holy Grail War that had been fought every day by a dog's brain was miraculously suspended, and turned into a symposium on mental illness involving the entire class, plus the old academics and Zhou Li who came after hearing the news. There is only one theme for the symposium——

On the specific manifestations of madness in Zhao Yun.

That day, all the medical students at Beiliang Taixue were shocked. They were shocked that someone really felt that Zhou Li was a good person from the bottom of his heart, a good person who treated others well, was gentle and elegant, and was not because of being crazy or rabid. , cerebral infarction, hemorrhage in the brain, neurological disorders, retrograde spiritual energy and a series of magical minor problems.

Damn, you are so amazing.

Ever since Zhou Li subdued Zhao Yun like a Pokémon, Zhao Yun regarded Zhou Li as the star of her life, her unique mentor, and the loving father she had never had a blood relationship with. She didn't care at all about other people's looks at the monster, but followed Zhou Li's steps unswervingly.

She was even planning to find someone to draw a portrait of Zhou Li and hang it on the wall so that she could look up to the holy face every day.

"Damn it, Zhao Yun just stole my clothes in the dormitory and hung them on the wall to admire me. How dare you say that she didn't praise me when she came back."

Zhou Li stretched out his hand with a ferocious expression, pinched Zhao Long's face hard, and pulled back hard...

Nothing.

Ugh?
Zhou Li looked at Zhao Long in disbelief, who was about to cry, and squeezed hard.

Ugh?
"Where's your shame?"

Zhou Li asked dully.

"Should I...should I be shameless?"

Zhao Long cried, "Mr. Zhou, what are you going to do? You want to kill or chop me into pieces. Don't I just want to be the acting head of the family and give my mother more money? I can't be guilty of this." "

Xu Xuan laughed out loud.

If Tang Wan were here, she would definitely use a funny smile that provokes anger deep in people's hearts, and say to Zhou Li in the most sarcastic tone: "Oh yo yo, self-centered men are really ugly." Li gave him a beating to vent his anger. But Xu Xuan's smile not only made Zhou Li feel suffocatingly embarrassed, but also made him feel embarrassed and angry.

Grooved black cat.

"I...I am Zhao Long."

Zhao Long's tears were falling loudly. It is said that men don't shed tears easily. Zhou Li almost had a piece of his face cut off. Now the man couldn't hold back any more.

"What the fuck?"

Zhou Li grinned and let go of his hand, leaned over and looked at it carefully, "No, your sister has already told you about me, how can you not praise me?"

"Maybe... maybe my sister is a little anxious." Zhao Long said without tears: "She seemed to be in a hurry when she came back that day. She didn't say a few words to me, but just gave me a wax pill. I left after just a few words, probably... I didn’t have time.”

"Oh, haha, private Marseille Dragon-chan."

Covering up his embarrassment with an awkward tone, Zhou Li said with a fake smile: "Isn't this to nip things in the bud? Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I'm here to help you."

Zhao Long squeezed out a smile uglier than a dead man's face.

"Okay, don't be like this. I guess you were wrong. Forgive me."

Zhou Li patted Zhao Long on the shoulder and said boldly: "Young man is so strong, you can tell he is smart at first glance. In this way, you are using me to get rid of your fake father anyway. Let's make things clear. I I also forgive myself. Now, be your master of the Zhao family and help me clean up the Zhao family. If you don’t cause any trouble for me, I will do something good for you. How about that?"

Zhao Long was stunned.

No, what? Have you forgiven yourself?

Oh, isn’t it, me?

While Zhao Long was stunned, Zhou Li kicked the dead member of the congregation on the ground, pointed at his face with Xin Zhao painted on it, and said, "I leave this thing to you, you should know how to operate it."

At this time, Zhao Long's mind went blank. He neither realized why Zhou Li had forgiven him nor what the use of Zhao Xin's face was.

"stupid."

Zhou Li said angrily: "You shouted loudly and said someone attacked you. After attracting everyone's attention, you took this body and your face and told them that your master was replaced." The Painted Skin Cult has infiltrated into the Zhao family. Now there are not many men in your Zhao family. You should seize the opportunity to take the credit for seeing through the Painted Skin Cult and quickly take the Zhao family into your own hands. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Long was immediately shocked, and then burst into tears of gratitude, repeatedly saying that he was Zhou Li's most loyal friend, and that as long as Zhou Li opened his mouth, he would never shut up.

After briefly explaining the situation of the Zhao family, Zhou Li shook his black clothes and disappeared into the cell in a few steps. Only Zhao Long was left in the woodshed, along with the corpse of the painted-skin cultist who had been tricked to death by him.

"..."

Zhao Long lowered his head, looked at the corpse on the ground and the "face" of the Painted Skin Sect, and let out a long sigh.

Ugh.

Slowly bending down, Zhao Long picked up the face with Zhao Xin's face on it, and pondered over it for a long time. With a laugh, the face disappeared in his hands.

laugh.

Fooled.

In the darkness, Zhao Long's fat body gradually began to move. He stretched out his hands and took off his head, revealing the white bones and flesh and nerves. After a while, it seemed as if he was attaching a note to something, his movements were slow and careful.

Soon, Xin Zhao twisted his neck. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, sighed, gathered the corpse and placed it in the woodshed. He walked out slowly with his hands behind his back, and the woodshed behind him was completely burned by a raging fire.

"It's running out of water!"

Xin Zhao roared majestically, and immediately, the servants hurried towards the woodshed. They all lowered their heads when passing by Xin Zhao, without any hesitation or doubt. In their eyes, this man in fine clothes, with a thin figure and bright eyes, was their master, Zhao Xin, the master of the Zhao family. (End of chapter)