In the evening, in the dead of night, he frantically showed his skills and began the second half of the performance.

Whether the other party is asleep or meditating, without exception, they all come to greet each other with a handful of chili noodles first.

Then, there are all kinds of conditioning and rectification, and the scene is very miserable.

Even the inferior descendants of those big families have not escaped that bad luck.

The huge family defense system did not play a protective role at all, and was regarded as nothing by Li Zhenguang who came and went freely.

However, for the whole night, Xialei Village was in a state of screaming and wailing.

At the beginning, the ordinary people in the vicinity were also frightened, and they were all frightened by the howls of those ghosts and wolves.

Later, it seems that something is not quite right?

How can he suffer such treatment, only those who usually do evil, but nothing has happened to him?

Is this evil rewarded with evil, and good with good rewarded?

Or is there another master who has stepped in to clean up the environment in the village?

All kinds of thoughts together, transformed into extreme excitement, naturally they are them.

Who doesn't want to live in a place where their ancestors have lived for generations to get better and better?

On weekdays, when I see those wicked people disturbing the security environment of the village, it is impossible not to be angry.

But what can they do?

Didn't you see Xia Dadi, who was the village head, didn't you say anything?

It was a dignified foundation-building monk.

If even he can't govern those criminals, what can they, ordinary people, do?

Now, when someone finally stands up to punish the wicked, how can the villagers be unhappy?

One night passed in a symphony of pain and excitement.

It was not until dawn that Li Zhenguang's action came to an end.

Except for the large amount of things outside his body, he was stunned and didn't touch any mana or life force.

However, the brain waves overflowing over the village were still sucked in by him, and even the butterfly clone benefited a lot.

I have to say that his efforts were not in vain.

In the next few days, an amazing scene happened.

For a whole day, the usual people who were hanging on their children, as if they were missing, almost never appeared.

The security environment in the village has also reached an unprecedented level.

People felt this rare moment, expressed their deep gratitude to the initiator, and let Li Zhenguang properly reap the benefits.

It's just that they don't know that under this calm surface, there are bursts of anger and shouting all the time.

Through the channel of the Law Enforcement Hall, all the scum who walked on the dark side got the news that their team was attacked, and they all rushed back to the village.

What a great irony.

The law enforcement department, which is usually responsible for public security work, has actually become the mastermind behind those scum.

It is no wonder that the security environment in the village has not been able to improve in a good direction.

But not to mention, among those who were attacked last night, many members of the Law Enforcement Hall have suffered.

If it weren't for the limited effect of the chili noodles, they would not have been able to go out to party until now.

It's just that they didn't go out with a big grin as usual, but sneakily, like thieves, and got together.

Faced with the red, swollen and hideous faces, no one could laugh.

Different places, different characters, but the same tragedy happened.

Needless to say, someone must have made trouble.

If so, who would the killer be?

In all kinds of speculations, everyone expressed their opinions.

With the collection of various materials, the figure of a strange young man still surfaced.

And that person is naturally Li Zhenguang.

In the end, everyone knew about the fact that he took the butterfly clone to fight around.

To everyone, no one knew where the young man came from, and what he was doing it for.

However, it does not prevent them from wanting to find each other immediately and retaliate frantically.

Anyone who has experienced last night's tragic experience will not be able to let go, and they will grit their teeth with hatred.

It can be said that no matter how big a city is, as long as the people of the law enforcement hall want to find a target that is upright and walking on the bright side, it is simply a simple matter.

What's more, there is a butterfly pet by its side, so obvious characteristics are present.

If you really want to find it, it doesn't take much effort at all。。。。。。

In the bustling vegetable market, Li Zhenguang was wandering around with great interest.

He liked the environment very much.

If he were to choose a place to wander around with a large supermarket and a street market on the other side of the world, it is safe to say that he would not hesitate to choose this one.

Because his root concept is that he is a pure ordinary person's type.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, these things have been deeply imprinted in his heart.

And rushing to the market, this rural custom of childhood, is an unforgettable memory of his life.

Li Zhenguang will never forget that when he was a child, he liked to put a dime in his pocket and walk around the street on those specific days.

The purpose is to buy what you want at the stalls on both sides of the street.

In that era of material scarcity, even if it was some kind of unnamed fruit in the wild, as long as it could be eaten, the villagers would trade it.

Not to mention what's growing in your own vegetable patch or orchard?

The once simple folk customs put the price very low, and strive to sell it as soon as possible, so that they can go home early.

As a result, the streets were crowded with people and lively.

Adults rushed to buy necessities for the next few days for their families.

Children happily burrowed into the crowd, as if they were celebrating a festival.

The surging flow of people was almost to the point of crowding people and touching shoulders shoulder to shoulder.

However, with the development of modern industry, young people in the suburbs are no longer satisfied with searching for something in the countryside that can be traded in the market.

They are more keen to go to developed areas to work in order to earn more wealth.

The rest of the old men and old men, those who can walk, and those who still have the strength, occasionally still hold on to their aging bodies, and take a little home-grown things to set up stalls to exert their residual heat for the family.

Then, as batches of old people passed away, the street stalls became less and less attractive.

Eventually, catching up with the market became no longer a fun thing.

Because there are few people who are willing to go out and wander around the empty streets.

To this day, those specific days have since become a synonym and a kind of memory for the elderly.