The sea breeze is cool, passing through the streets, blowing the rustling of the willows that have just budded on the side of the road.

On the blockaded Sansen Street, pedestrians who should go out are still going out as usual.

Although the footsteps were hurried and the face was solemn, the market looked a little more tense than usual.

However, the unique Akari politeness of the Himaru people, but in fact the alienation and indifference of the ethnic characteristics, still make the lives of the immigrants seem not much different.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the wooden door of an izakaya called 'Zhensai' near the main intersection of Sansen Sansen was gently pushed open.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing a cardigan coat and a white cloth towel tied to his head walked out.

His cheeks were red, and he had obviously drunk a lot of wine, but his steps were unusually steady.

Came to the door, looked up at the bright sunshine, showed a touch of reluctance on his face, but smiled dumbly, and was about to walk into the depths of the alley, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the corner of his eye.

Gaze for a moment, turn his head to look, and look at Zhang Jiao who was standing outside the blockade line, the middle-aged man stayed for a few seconds, and suddenly stepped on the clogs and walked in the direction where Zhang Jiao was.

Stopped less than 5 meters away from the blockade line, beckoned to Zhang Jiao, bowed and greeted from a long distance: "Zhang Sang, I didn't expect to meet you again in Xiangbei, thousands of miles away from Bandung.

It's really fateful. ”

The police and soldiers in charge of the blockade seem to have been instructed in advance, and as long as the Hishimaru immigrants do not escape through the barrier, they will not pay any attention to their actions.

One by one, dressed in poker faces, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Just embarrassed by Zhang Jiao, who secretly called unlucky in his heart, he had to smile dryly, bowed and saluted: "It's Mr. Fog Ape and Ghost."

You weren't in Nafuku, Nafu Shika-no-kai, Nafuku, how did you come to Samsui Sanmori.

Ah, by the way, Mr. Lingzun Wu Ape Yousen is one of the leaders of the Japanese overseas Chinese in Xiangyuan, and I am afraid that he is also very influential in Xiangbei, did he send you here to do something?"

I hope that these ambiguous words can arouse the vigilance of the military and police of Xiangyuan on the blockade line.

And the fog ape ghost shook his head with a smile when he heard this: "It's not my father, but I have something to come to Xiangbei."

The great cause has failed, and the efforts of hundreds of millions of people for dozens or hundreds of years have been in vain, and among them is my mistake.

Therefore, there is no face to return to his homeland, only to bury his bones.

And the Nanyang ancestral temple of the 'Eight Barbarian Bodhisattvas', which my family has believed in for generations, is in Sansen, so I will come here to do the song of death.

I was going to commit suicide by caesarean section, but I didn't expect to meet you, a trickster who designed to subvert our great cause.

It seems to be the Bodhisattva's arrangement. ”

"Ma Dan, this grandson's words are wrong!" Zhang Jiao felt a thrill in his heart, and secretly thought, and hurriedly chattered while pretending to be stupid, "Mr. Fog Ape is really funny when he speaks.

You have such a big belly and ability, how can you be the kind of person who lives in a street that is blocked by the police and is going to die or live, it's really funny, haha, funny.

Ah, I forgot, I still have a date with a friend in the afternoon..."

The edge backs away.

And the fog ape ghost seemed to have not heard what Zhang Jiao said, and made a performance, standing in the distance and bowing his head for a moment, and suddenly laughed and applauded and laughed: "Yes, yes, listen to my song:

The hell of bliss will finally be clear, the clouds and mist will disperse and the sun will be suspenseful, the ninety-nine years of social dreams, and a cup of wine in the first phase of prosperity and dryness. ”

As he spoke, a low-stated, but extremely luxurious armor was worn, wearing a dragon's head helmet, and his face resembled that of an ape, revealing a kind of majestic phantom that looked at the world.

Seeing this scene, the military police in charge of the blockade immediately became nervous and pointed their guns at the fog ape and ghost.

Among them, the people with extraordinary strength also opened their shelves one after another, concentrating, and ready to make a move.

At the same time, the propagandist began to warn with a megaphone: "This gentleman, please remove your supernatural powers immediately, otherwise all the actions that follow will be regarded as a provocation to the lockdown order issued by the Xiangyuan government."

This gentleman, please remove the supernatural powers immediately..."

But the fog ape and ghost ignored everything, and his mind turned, merging the fantasy species that manifested behind him with his own body.

The entire body instantly shrank by half, and the surface of the skin appeared with gold and silver, armor-like textures.

With a low groan in his mouth, "Eight Barbarian Bodhisattvas!", he scurried forward, and wandered away as if he was stepping on a branch of a tree, even though there was nothing under his feet.

Seeing that he ignored the warning, the military police on the blockade line immediately launched a concentrated fire attack, but whether it was a bullet, a monk's magic weapon, or a warrior's blade, after hitting the fog ape and ghost, they couldn't cause any damage to him, so they came out of their bodies.

Seeing that it was about to cross the blockade line, a giant hand composed of terrifying energy penetrated out from the corner of Sansen Street in Sansen, grabbed the fog ape and ghost, and pinched it into meat sauce.

At the same time, a magnetic voice suddenly sounded, "A hundred years in the world, things are like a dream."

In the world, how can there be immortals, who should be happy and think about it and taste all kinds of flavors, so as not to live up to their lives.

The dog is in no shape, drunk and out of shape, I hope you will forgive me. ”

Zhang Jiao, who was outside the blockade line, smelled the thick blood revealed by the remains of the fog ape and ghosts, and listened to this strange chant, and his head suddenly felt in a trance.

When he came back to his senses, the giant palm, along with the body of the fog ape and the ghost that had turned into meat sauce and bone residue, had disappeared without a trace.

But there is no trace of it, and this is already a place of right and wrong.

Without hesitation, he turned around and ran, stopped a taxi at the corner of the street, and returned to the campus of the National University of Arts.

Walking among countless youthful college students, I finally felt a little more stable in my heart, and thought silently: "I was discovered by the high-level of the Himaru immigrants who came to Xiangbei, and the misty ape Arimori who was indirectly harmed killed his son with his own hands.

Although the fog ape has a ghost and a dead ghost, and he obviously planned to commit suicide before he died, it is inevitable that he will not take the revenge of killing the son to me, and he has already mixed into the enemies of the Japanese pill and the Nanyang 'national dispute'.

In case you can't think about it, sneak out of Sansen to find me, and use that strength to hand me, and the fun will be great.

So lately, I've been hiding in a college town.

Hundreds of thousands of college students are my shield and warning device.

Students in any country are the hope for the future of the state, and there is no group that is most valued.

If there is a little trouble, it will be boiling, and the public opinion will react violently, as long as Himaru does not plan to tear his face with Nanyang and start an all-out war, this is the safest place. ”

took out the phone from his pocket, looked at the 7 missed calls from Han Shuangshuang displayed on the screen, and replied, "Shuangshuang, didn't Director Hong help me arrange a place to live in the graduate dormitory of the National University of Arts."

Can you take me to the place, please. ”