"Lingshan...is here again."
As if he felt something, Li Xinghe raised his eyebrows, sighed, and disappeared into the office. The next second, he appeared in the mid-air outside Shangjing City.
Maitreya flew slowly from a distance, alone and smiling.
"Amitabha."
"The poor monk Maitreya has met the donor."
Maitreya clasped his hands together, the wounds on his body had healed, and he didn't feel any anger after being cheated before.
"Is something wrong?"
Li Xinghe coughed twice violently, hunched his back, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked like an old man in his dying years. He was even more serious than Zhang Ziliang before, and asked weakly.
The corners of Maitreya's mouth twitched slightly.
Are these guys in the Tian group all sick?
The last sick man became so violent that he hardly looked like a human being.
The guy in front of him, right in front of him, stopped the Emperor of Immortality forcefully, making it impossible for him to escape.
Now that he is making this gesture, do you really think that Maitreya is a fool?
seem...
It is an unwritten custom of Tianzhu that the more serious the illness, the more severe it will be.
Even Maitreya was a little unsure at this moment as to how far this decrepit old thing in front of him could explode.
Out of caution, Maitreya flew backwards without leaving a trace.
A full mile.
It gave Li Xinghe enough face.
"If the prediction is correct, Donor Zhang has passed away."
"The poor monk came here to pay homage and recite scriptures, hoping that he will enter the bliss of the West soon."
Maitreya still had that gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals, and his eyes were on Li Xinghe.
Li Xinghe coughed twice again. It seemed that the energy was no longer enough to support his flight. He landed silently on the ground, pulled out a chair a little weakly, sat down, raised his head and looked at Maitreya: "Who said Zhang Ziliang is dead?"
"Is he really dead?"
Maitreya stared at Li Xinghe seriously for a long time, and then said slowly: "It's a pity that if Donor Zhang and the poor monk were the same generation, it would shock the ages."
He felt a little regretful.
This emotion is real.
Compassion from the same level.
Even if Zhang Ziliang eliminated him from the human race, he didn't feel too angry.
After all, they are rivals.
As an opponent, no method is too much.
Li Xinghe frowned slightly and stopped talking.
This Maitreya seemed to be very good at micro-expressions and people's hearts. He could make many mistakes, and he couldn't figure out the purpose of this guy's visit.
"Hey, Bald Donkey, you came here alone, do you think there is no one in my group?"
With a chuckle, Zhao Hai, wearing Zhang Ziliang's shabby windbreaker, appeared on the city wall, looked at Maitreya calmly and said.
them...
They are old rivals who have been fighting for many years.
But back then, his name was Li Changgeng, which represented Heaven.
Now, his name is Zhao Hai, Tianzhu Zhao Hai.
"Actually, the poor monk has always been a little confused..."
"Donor Li, why is this so?"
Maitreya looked at Zhao Hai and asked seriously.
Zhao Hai chuckled: "If you want to do something as your heart moves, you will do it naturally. There is no reason."
"You, on the other hand, dare to come here to inquire about the truth. Do you think there is no one in the Tian group, or do you think I have become stupid?"
"If there is nothing else to explain, just leave a last message."
Zhao Hai is no longer even interested in talking nonsense with Maitreya. Over the years, neither of them can do anything to the other. They have scolded each other too many times, and they are tired...
So when they meet later, they usually start fighting and then call it a day.
Very neat.
...
Maitreya paused for a moment: "I'd better resign first, poor monk."
If Zhao Hai is sincere about helping the Tian group, then he might be a little hasty in coming here this time.
It can be said that Zhao Hai is the person who knows him best, and he came here rashly...
As the words fell, Maitreya turned around and left without hesitation, not caring about the issue of face.
Zhao Hai watched Maitreya go away with a calm expression.
"Why not keep him?"
Li Xinghe was a little confused and asked while floating on the city wall.
Zhao Hai rolled his eyes: "Why stay? Are you going?"
"If nothing happens to this old bald donkey, he has already reached the Buddha realm."
"proceed if you can."
Li Xinghe coughed twice in embarrassment and said nothing.
Buddha realm...
Can't beat it.
"He has fought against me too many times, and he will always analyze me based on my strength in heaven, so he just ran away this time."
"But I guess I'll react soon."
"If nothing happens, he will bring someone to find a place within an hour at most. If Zhang Ziliang has no backup plan, he can study how to die to look more handsome."
"Give me such an inexplicable mess, how can I make a comeback for him?"
Zhao Hai scratched his head in distress.
The strength is completely unequal.
In this situation, even if he has incredible wisdom, he can't turn around.
Scaring away Maitreya was the limit of what he could do.
Suddenly, Yang Chen, exuding a strong ghostly aura, appeared next to Zhao Hai.
Three Eternal Nights was also a huge improvement for him.
Outside other cities, the ghosts have reached the level of causing headaches. Only Shangjing City is better, because Zhang Ziliang's sword has not yet caused a threat.
He looked at Zhao Hai dully, took out a large handful of notes from a pocket, rummaged through them carefully, finally shook his head, put the notes away, and then changed his pocket again, and again Take out a handful.
...
Zhao Hai just watched the scene in front of him silently, his brows beating wildly.
Because he noticed that Yang Chen was wearing...
It's overalls, director's uniform.
This kind of clothing doesn't have any other features, except that it has a lot of pockets.
The clothes and pants have more than ten pockets.
Each pocket is not too small.
Zhang Ziliang...just prepared so many things before his death!
This old thing!
He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
After Yang Chen rummaged through three pockets, he finally solemnly took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai looked at the note with a somewhat thoughtful expression.
"Do you still have this skill..."
Zhao Hai took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a little more confident in his heart. This old guy Zhang Ziliang had prepared so many notes, and he would never let the Tian group go away like this.
Perhaps, he prepared a lot of cards.
I still have a chance to play.
For a moment, Zhao Hai was full of pride and tightly grasped the note in his hand.
The next second...
Yang Chen slapped Zhao Hai on the body, causing him to stagger.
He looked over in confusion.
Yang Chen opened his palm with a serious face, took the note back, carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on it, glared at Zhao Hai dissatisfied, let out a low growl, and then put the note back into his pocket.
...
Can this note be used a second time?
