Way of Choices

Zhou Tong has no friends as the most famous traitors, tribesmen, cool officials, and thugs in these years, and possibly the most famous in history.

Su Li also often said that he has no friends, but this is two different things.

No matter my classmates, colleagues, or even Chinese people, I can’t wait for Zhou Tong to die quickly, such as the princes who are in power now.

If Zhou Tong really died, no one would naturally collect him for him.

In fact, he once had a friend who was willing to collect his body for him.

It is a pity that the friend was killed by his own hands, and almost died without a burial place.

Therefore, in this autumn, we can already see a long time in the future, Zhou Tong will die without a burial place.

He couldn’t blame others or the world, because it was all caused by himself,

From this moment on, he will be restless, confused, confused, unable to see any hope of living until he finally dies without a burial place.

Chen Changsheng's problem is not a curse, but a calm analysis and a peaceful debunking.

This is terrible.

The room became very quiet. No matter whether it was an official of the Qing Dynasty officials or a student of the National College of Education, no one spoke for a long time.

At this time, the only person who can break the silence is Zhou Tong himself.

He looked at Chen Changsheng very seriously and said: "Dao Zun will naturally arrange things behind me."

This is the only possibility that he can think of in a short time to break the inference made by Chen Changsheng.

He is now the dog of the merchant boat, and when he dies, the owner will always have some pity.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I know him better than you. Every corpse is of value to him. If the dog is dead, he will either eat meat to make up, or distribute the meat to the people in the town. , Get some good reputation, if the dog had bitten someone, he wouldn’t mind putting it down and letting the living people get angry."

Zhou Tong felt a little cold, and then a little hot, and the blood-red mantle began to sweat.

"Everyone will die." He looked at Chen Changsheng and said.

Chen Changsheng knew that he was talking about His Majesty the Pope.

Zhou Tong then said: "Have you ever thought about, who will collect the body for you then?"

Not waiting for Chen Changsheng to speak, he stared at Chen Changsheng's eyes, and then said: "Don't forget, you are just a plaything for the big guys, you are just a substitute!"

From the beginning, "Dao Zun will arrange things for me" to these three consecutive sentences, in fact, only one problem is explained.

Zhou Tong was touched by Chen Changsheng's problem to his most vulnerable place, and he began to be uneasy, even fearful.

Chen Changsheng said: "I don't know who will collect the body for me, I only know that before I die, I will kill you first."

The raven was silent, and only the autumn wind blew inside and outside Xue's house.

Again, this is not intimidation, because when he said this, his expression was calm.

Of course, this is not a joke, because he doesn't see any smile on his calm face and is very serious.

This is a declaration.

Chen Changsheng declared to the whole world: In any case, Zhou Tong will die before him.

Zhou Tong will die.

Plus the previous question.

That is, he must let Zhou Tong die without burial.

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There was silence in Xue's house.

The officials of the Qing Dynasty officials were extremely ugly, and the students of the National College of Education were also nervous.

In any case, Zhou Tong was the minister of the dynasty, and even His Majesty the Pope and His Majesty did not make such a declaration.

Chen Changsheng made such an announcement, or was very relieved, but what kind of turmoil would it cause?

For him, this is not a problem. He does not want to vent his emotions. He is very calm in expressing his thoughts. As for what others think, he does not care.

After finishing these words, he walked over to Mrs. Xue.

As for Ms. Xue Fu and the housekeeper who were controlled by those officials, they were naturally rescued.

Zhou Tong looked at his back and asked with a blank expression: "Can you kill me?"

Chen Changsheng did not stop, did not turn around, and said, "I have killed you once that night."

"Do you think you are awe-inspiring and say such nonsense?" As you wish, how many times are you going to repeat those clichés?"

Zhou Tong finally said: "No one will have the same idea as you, just like no one will come here."

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It turns out that Zhou Tong was wrong.

Soon after Chen Changsheng arrived, Xue Fu welcomed another guest.

This guest's identity is very special. Even Zhou Tong couldn't get him. At the same time, it was very unexpected to everyone.

The big man who came to worship Xue Xingchuan was Chen Sixuan, king of Zhongshan.

This prince who had been subjected to countless humiliations in the Tianhai Dynasty had no good face for Chen Changsheng, especially Zhou Tong.

He gave Xue Xingchuan a fragrant incense, gave Chen Changsheng a glance, and then spit Zhou Tong on the face.

Then, the Ritual Shangshu came, some big figures in the state religion came, and Tianhai Shengxue finally came.

Many people have noticed that Tianhai Shengxue's face has a wound on his face, which should be caused by the conflict that occurred when he was ready to leave the house.

When a big figure appeared in Xue's house, it was equivalent to hitting Zhou Tong's face once.

No matter how Zhou Tong could endure, he could not continue to stay here.

Just when he left, he saw King Chen Liu.

"If I were you, I would pray in silence, and Chen Changsheng could successfully take over as the pope."

Chen Liuwang looked at him seriously and said, "Otherwise, he will definitely practice that sentence."

On the divine shrine, Archbishop Meilisha announced to the whole world that Chen Changsheng would take the first place in the first list of the Dynasty Test. Finally, Chen Changsheng really did it.

In front of Xuefu Lingtang today, Chen Changsheng announced to the whole world that he must let Zhou Tong die without a burial place...

"There are many people who want to kill me, but I have survived for so many years, why?"

Zhou Tong laughed, with a greasy meaning in his smile: "Because I never treat myself as a person, I know very well that I am a dog."

All dogs have owners.

Playing dogs depends on the owner.

And his dog can always find the most powerful owner.

"Those crazy, bloody, young people who have been washed away by their youth and reason, have been trying to kill me all these years, but can they kill me?"

"As for those who are capable of killing me, will they be blind to who my master is?"

"Chen Changsheng said no more, he still dared not deal with me, did he?"

Zhou Tong said with a smile, the grim meaning in his smile gradually turned into ridicule and exhaustion, to the world and his own.

This is true, because he was originally a powerful monk who gathered stars in the realm. He has countless assassins and masters, and the person who has the ability to kill him must be the real strongman on the mainland. And the real powerful people have never been alone, they will have sectarian mountain gates, there will be gate valve children, and there will be many people who need care, such as the former Zhu Luo. As a strong man in the sacred field, if he wants to kill Zhou Tong, it is not too difficult, but in the past years, he has never made any attempt in this regard.

Young and courageous to kill Zhou Tong, there is no ability to kill him.

Those who can kill him must have gone through the vicissitudes of life, mature and stable, and know the truth of the overall situation.

There are very few people like Chen Changsheng.

Even for him, if he wants to inherit the position of the pope, he can't move Zhou Tong.

In Zhou Tong's view, the announcement was nothing more than a brutal remark by some young people.

Besides Chen Changsheng, who else?

Those who are capable of killing him must not be so naive and childish.

Therefore, he has always been safe.

At this time, a cart carrying a begonia tree drove into Kyoto.

The roots of the begonia trees are well preserved and wrapped in fresh mud.

The accompanying Ti Qi waved his whip, drove the pedestrians, and cursed the time.

Beside the official road, a man looked at these pictures quietly without speaking.

His Tsing Yi was washed a little white, and the pulp was very straight.

His brows were falling, looking a little shabby.

He was like a bureaucrat who was owed a lot of money.

Also like a broken knife wrapped in coarse brie.

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