A small farce naturally can't stop the process of Huang Zhonghe***, and this incident is like knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, so that those who want to make trouble and obstruct the prisoner car are completely dead, especially Chang Chun's last sentence is almost conclusive, which is almost equivalent to announcing the death penalty of some people, so that they now have to consider the plan to move out of Xinji City, after all, Zhao Wenwen is weak, and no one can wrestle with Lin Shaohua in the current Xinji City.

The convoy faded away from the crowd, and the heaviest disappeared at the end of the street.

On the roof, Chu Shishanhe turned his head to look at Mr. Storyteller, frowning slightly, but still didn't say anything.

The storyteller gently opened the folding fan and nodded with a smile, as if affirming Chu Shishanhe's heart.

Wuming, who was jealous and hateful beside him, gritted his teeth and said: "They should all be killed, Huang Zhonghe should be killed, and the devil should also be killed." As soon as this sentence was spoken, Wu Ming reacted, and quickly covered his mouth and shook his head wildly towards Chu Shishanhe, meaning that this sentence was not said by him.

Chu Xinsu directly hugged Chu Shishanhe's arm and asked suspiciously, "What does it mean?" ”

Chu Shishanhe no longer hid his secrets, and said directly: "It's black and white, good and evil." ”

Wuming tilted his head and looked at Chu Shishanhe with a puzzled expression, of course, he was still scolding him for playing riddles. Zhang Fuzhi suddenly realized, nodded and shook his head, as if he had already confirmed that sentence but gave it a negative speech. As for Lin Shaohua, his thoughts had already flown thousands of miles away, and he didn't care about the weirdness around him at all.

And Chu Xinsu was naturally too lazy to guess beside Chu Shi Shanhe, so she shook Chu Shi Shanhe's arm vigorously, and said coquettishly: "What do you mean, you just say it." ”

"It's black and white, good and evil." Chu Shishanhe explained: "Some seem to be good, but they are evil; Some are evil, but they are good. In the view of evil, it is right for good to do evil, but it is not right; In the view of good, it is right and not right for evil to do good. ”

"What do you mean?" Chu Xinsu heard the clouds.

Chu Shishanhe continued to explain: "You see, it's like there is still darkness during the day, and there is still light at night. Black and white, good and evil, are not absolute, but relative. As soon as this sentence came out, Chu Shishanhe directly denied his sentence: "No, there is absolute, and there is also a relative ......."

Of course, after 10,000 years, if Mr. Shu knew that the magic sun hanging above Daozhou originally originated from a question bureau that he had casually laid down in a small city with no name in the hinterland of Xuanzhou, a human race, he would definitely be ruthless about why he coveted the "Thirteen Classics" that was like a "chicken rib" to him.

Chu Shishanhe said that sentence was full of contradictions, for Chu Xinsu, who was now reluctant to think more because Chu Shi was by his side, it didn't matter what Mr. Storyteller wanted to express, but she still silently wrote down Chu Shishanhe's words, and turned around to ask her brother, he must know. If there is really a problem, it will be a big deal to beg my brother to let him beat up this storyteller, anyway, I don't like him.

In fact, the biggest headache at the moment is Zhang Fuzhi, he knows what the storyteller wants to convey, very right, but he has to deny it, in Zhang Fuzhi's view, this is simply a dead cycle, if you dig into it for a long time, it is like planting the seed of a big tree in the foundation of a new house that is about to be built, usually it is not obvious, but when the house is about to be completed, the seed will definitely burst out, destroying the house that is about to be completed in one fell swoop.

Zhang Fuzhi gasped, he is an outsider, and one of the ink shadows of the human race, in the contradictory theory of Chu Shi Shanhe, he should be regarded as the absolute darkness, and it is precisely because of this that he was not blinded by a leaf, but it is precisely because of this that Zhang Fuzhi thoroughly understands how subtle the control of the Emperor Yuan Hall is over people's hearts. He warned himself from the bottom of his heart that the people who saw the Emperor Yuan Hall in the future must be extremely careful.

"Oops, they're all gone." Chu Xinsu pointed to the prisoner cart that had disappeared from view in the distance and shouted, and then said to Chu Shishanhe, who was still talking to himself and arguing with himself about the issue of "black and white, good and evil": "Shall we still go to see it?" Why don't you go, I feel a little wrong. ”

Hearing Chu Xinsu's concern, Chu Shishanhe gently patted Chu Xinsu's little head before turning his head to look at Mr. Storyteller, who was still the same person (this chapter is not over!). )

Chapter 240: Black and White, Good and Evil

The appearance of harmless animals.

Chu Shishanhe thought for a while and said: "Let's go and have a look, anyway, it's the north gate, and when Huang Zhonghe dies, it's better to go directly." ”

Seeing Chu Shishanhe's appearance, Chu Xinsu couldn't insist and could only nod in agreement, but in her heart, she was still uneasy, and she faintly felt that there was some danger waiting for her ahead, and as time increased, that feeling became more and more intense.

"Everyone, each according to his ability." Chu Shishanhe hugged his fists and laughed, took Chu Xinsu's little hand, and left directly.

When Chu Shishanhe and Chu Xinsu left, Zhang Fuzhi looked at Mr. Storyteller with complicated eyes.

Mr. Storyteller still nodded towards Zhang Fuzhi with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't continue to deal with Xinjicheng." ”

He said that it was Xinji City, not the human race, of course, this was naturally harmless for Zhang Fuzhi.

Zhang Fuzhi said: "You know, what I want to say is not this. ”

"Oh, that's not it." The storyteller suddenly realized and said, "Then there is no comment." ”

Zhang Fuzhi glanced at Lin Shaohua, who was inadvertently affected by this inquisition situation, and said coldly: "We will fight again in the future." ”

This time, Mr. Storyteller didn't speak, but Wuming took the initiative to stand up and said: "What you are best at is not planning, if you want to fight with our Emperor Yuan Hall in this regard, you have to let you "scholars" come. ”

Regarding this, Zhang Fuzhi did not deny that he was originally one of the people responsible for assassination in the spy system of the human race.

"Gone." The storyteller took a folding fan and gently tapped it on Wu Ming's head, but Wu Ming rolled his eyes directly, and said impatiently: "Stinky storyteller, I was defending you just now, you will take revenge, what do you mean?" ”

Zhang Fuzhi said: "This is your bureau, don't you see the end?" ”.

The storyteller shook his head and said, "The overall situation has been decided, the goal has been achieved, and it doesn't matter to me what the result is. The storyteller opened the folding fan, shook it slightly, and said, "I am in a hurry this time, and there are still many things that I need to deal with, so I don't want to be annoying." ”

Zhang Fuzhi made a gesture of please and said, "Please take care of yourself." ”

Chapter 240: Black and White, Good and Evil