Minamoto Chisei surprised them a little. He actually said that he wanted to go to the French celestial beach to sell sunscreen. Several of them laughed and said whether they believed it or not. How could the future mafia emperor want to sell sunscreen?
But Minamoto Chisei was stubborn and drunk. He took out his mobile phone and showed them his online shopping records. It was all kinds of sunscreen. He studied the advantages and disadvantages of all kinds of sunscreen.
When I arrived at Chuhang Chuhang, I was silent for half a chair, but the sofa didn’t open. Caesar was drunk and fell asleep, but Lu Chen knew that it was not him, but it seemed that Chuhang was silent but like a silent volcano.
What about himself? When he got to Lu Chen, he suddenly became speechless.
He feels that he has nothing to hide, dreaming about the future is not a difficult topic for him, he doesn’t want to talk about the past.
But by the time he arrived, he was suddenly speechless.
What about me? Do I just pursue strength and become stronger than all living things?
The evening breeze blew over the teenager’s cheek and brought up his forehead with messy hair. He looked at the sky in situ and said nothing.
During the day, when the owner of Inuyama asked him, he replied freely and firmly. Inuyama recognized that he was possessed by strength and the purest fighter.
But Liu Chen knew that he was not pursuing strength … but he was paralyzing himself.
If there is nothing to pursue, he can’t find the meaning of living.
Westerners are afraid of him calling him Wu Shen of the East, but he knows that he is just a loser.
His companions died one by one, and he paralyzed himself. His family and country were all the same. Oriental culture continued the final victory, but the war was finally lost.
They surrendered his faith and were trampled on by the palm of their hand. It was like laughing at the dead secret blood fighters.
He rushed to the officer and roared wildly. He said he could still fight. He said he could still fight. He said they haven’t lost yet!
But sir, take off your military cap. Don’t look away from him and don’t respond. He saw the tears flashing from the corner of his eye.
Then he was grounded because the ambassador sent by the Western Federation had already entered the country to accept their surrender, and the top layer was afraid that he could not help but make a mess.
But that night, the chief officer came to talk to himself, and there were no prisons after the chat. He knew that he could not be trapped.
He didn’t kill the visiting ambassador either, but went to the Western Federation alone.
Wu Shen, a 16-year-old boy, went to the Western Federation and came to the Eastern Mission. The emperor personally made several orders to recall him, but he didn’t respond.
Everyone thought he was going to assassinate the president, but he wasn’t.
He stepped into the western federal capital alone and appeared in the square, waiting for the other party to evacuate the people.
He is going to …
Beg for death
But the world is often so ridiculous that the survivor can’t live and the deceased can’t die.
There have been so many companions who showed their true feelings before they died, holding his hand tightly and crying and saying that they don’t want to die … Yes, all teenagers have never experienced any happy life. Who would want to die?
But they are all dead, but they are alive.
He also hates, but he doesn’t know who to hate, and he can finally hate himself.
If he had been stronger, maybe they wouldn’t have died, right? Maybe the war will be won? Maybe everything will make sense?
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Now he is stronger and has the strength of his new friends, and he puts him in the first place.
He will never make the same mistake again.
"Ta-da-da-da-"
The sound of clogs stepping on the ground pulls Liu Chen from memory to reality. He wakes up drunk and looks at the man coming towards him in front.
Blue and long sleeves, flowing clouds, cherry red waist, long knife face with a bright smile.
"Do sissies want to die?"
Lu Chen went out without a knife today. He can’t always take Hongfeng to Gao Tianyuan for a drink. That will make the "personnel" receive a mob tonight, although there is one among them.
He faced this, which is probably the strongest since he came to this world, but he didn’t panic.
He is called the Wu Shen of the East, but it is not a cold weapon.
Wind coloured glaze soft face painted light makeup hung with a little smile "I’m not here to kill you today"
"You should also be an important person in that organization, right? If I do, I believe Minamoto Chisei might be happy to let me visit his sword museum. "
Lu Chen grinned.
Chapter one hundred and one Meet the wind coloured glaze again
"Ghost Dragon King, you can call me Feng Liuli. It’s an honor to meet you, Liu Jun"
Feng Liuli made an ancient ceremony for women, and neon lights shone on both sides as if this were his stage play.
In fact, there are few roads and many pedestrians stop to look at the wind, because he is so beautiful. A man is more enchanting than a woman.
Many people are filming, and some people even take out their mobile phones and want to take a picture, but Feng Liuli turns her head and smiles at the woman. "This lady doesn’t accept taking pictures today."