In Beiliang Taixue's detached class, there are a lot of abstract plays, a lot of hard work, and more fun, but Zhao Yun is absolutely unique, no, it should be said that there is no abstraction before and after, just because she said a word out loud in a normal Holy Grail War.

"Zhou Li, he is a good person!"

Zhao Yun, the first spearman in the Northern Liang Dynasty, the dog transport spearman, Zhou Li's nickname Changshan Zhao Zilong, is also the top goods in the entire Northern Liang.

Because only she thinks Zhou Li is a good person.

Yes, Zhou Li, good guy.

A very abstract adjective is placed on an extremely abstract brute, and Zhao Yun also takes it for granted. On that day, the Holy Grail War, which was originally capable of being fought by dogs' brains every day, was miraculously suspended and turned into a whole class, plus the old pedant who rushed to hear the news and Zhou Li's mental illness symposium. There is only one theme of the symposium -

On the specific manifestation of madness in Zhao Yun.

On that day, the entire medical students of Beiliang Taixue were shocked, and they were shocked that some people really felt from the bottom of their hearts that Zhou Li was a good person, a good person who treated people kindly, and was gentle and elegant, not because of a series of miraculous small problems such as madness, rabies, cerebral infarction, blood in the brain, cranial nerve disorders, and Lingqi retrograde.

Fuck you, that's amazing.

Ever since Zhou Li subdued Zhao Yun like a Pokémon, Zhao Yun has regarded Zhou Li as the guiding star of her life, her unique mentor, and her loving father who has never been related by blood. She didn't care at all about the other people's gazes on the monster, but unswervingly followed Zhou Li's steps.

She even plans to find someone to paint a portrait of Zhou Li and hang it on the wall, so that she can admire the holy face every day.

"Groove, Zhao Yun almost stole my clothes in the dormitory and hung them on the wall to admire, do you dare to say that she didn't praise Lao Tzu after she came back."

Zhou Li stretched out his hand with a hideous face, pinched Zhao Long's face hard, and pulled it back hard, and pulled it back...

Nothing.

Alas?

Zhou Li looked at Zhao Long who was about to cry in front of him in disbelief, and squeezed it hard.

Alas?

"Where's your skin?"

Zhou Li asked sluggishly.

"I... Should I be cheeky? ”

Zhao Long cried, "Lord Zhou, what are you going to do?" If you want to kill or kill me, don't you just want to be a surrogate head of the house and give my mother more money? I'm not guilty of this. “

Xu Xuan on the side snorted and laughed.

If Tang Wan was here, she would definitely use a funny smile that provoked the anger in people's hearts, and said to Zhou Li in the most mocking tone: "Oh yo, a man who pretends to be amorous is really ugly", and then was beaten by Zhou Li to vent her anger. But Xu Xuan's smile not only made Zhou Li feel suffocating embarrassment, but also a kind of sadness that was embarrassed but embarrassed to become angry.

Grooved black cat.

"I... I'm Zhao Long. ”

Zhao Long's tears were falling suddenly, and he said that the man didn't flick if he had tears, and his face was about to be deducted by Zhou Li, and he couldn't stop being a man.

"Hey,?"

Zhou Li bared his teeth and let go of his hand, leaned over, and looked at it carefully, "No, your sister has told you about me, how can you not praise me?" ”

"It could be... Maybe my sister is in a hurry. ”

Zhao Long wanted to cry and said without tears: "When she came back that day, she seemed in a hurry, she didn't say a few words to me, she just gave me a wax pill and a few words and left, it should be... I didn't have time. ”

"Oh, haha, intimate Marseille dragon sauce."

Hiding his embarrassment in an embarrassed tone, Zhou Li said with a false smile: "Isn't this a precautionary measure?" Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I'm here to help you. ”

Zhao Long's face squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than a dead man.

"Okay, don't do this, I'll count you wrong, forgive me."

Zhou Li patted Zhao Long on the shoulder, and said boldly: "The young man is so strong, he has brains at first glance, in this way, anyway, you are also using me to solve your false father, let's clear up, I also forgive myself, now, you should be your son of the Zhao family, pick up the Zhao family for me, don't block me, I'll add something good to you, how about it?" ”

Zhao Long was stunned.

Isn't it, what? Have you forgiven yourself?

Oh no, me?

Just when Zhao Long was stunned, Zhou Li kicked the dead sect member on the ground, pointed to his face painted with Zhao Xin and said, "This thing is left to you, you should know how to operate." ”

At this time, Zhao Long's brain was blank, and he didn't react to why Zhou Li forgave himself, nor did he react to the use of Zhao Xin's face.

"Stupid."

Zhou Li said with hatred: "If you quickly shout out in a while, you will say that someone has attacked you." After attracting everyone's attention, you took this corpse and cheeky and told them that your master was replaced, and the Painted Skin Sect infiltrated the Zhao family, and now there are not many men in your Zhao family, you seize the opportunity to take the credit for seeing through the Painted Skin Sect, and hurry up and take the Zhao family into your own hands, understand? ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Long was immediately shocked, and then he was grateful, and repeatedly said that he was Zhou Li's most loyal friend, and as long as Zhou left his mouth, he would definitely not shut up.

After briefly explaining the situation of the Zhao family, Zhou Li shook off his black clothes and disappeared into the cell in a few steps. Zhao Long was left alone, as well as the corpse of the Painted Skin Sect member who had killed him in this firewood room.

“····”

Zhao Long lowered his head, looked at the corpse on the ground and the "face" of the Painted Skin Sect, and sighed.

Alas.

Slowly bending down, Zhao Long picked up the face with Zhao Xin's face painted on it, and pondered it for a long time. With a giggle, the face disappeared into his hands.

Giggle.

Deceived past.

In the dark, Zhao Long's chubby body gradually moved. He stretched out his hands and plucked his head off, revealing his bones and flesh and nerves. After a while, it seemed as if he was sticking a note on something, slowly and attentively.

Soon, Zhao Xin twisted his neck, he glanced at the corpse on the ground, sighed, and gathered the corpse in the firewood room. He walked out slowly with his hands behind his back, and the firewood room behind him was burned out of thin air by a raging fire.

"It's running out of water!"

Zhao Xin roared majestically, and suddenly, the servants hurriedly ran in the direction of the firewood room. They all lowered their heads as they passed by Zhao Xin, without the slightest hesitation or doubt. In their eyes, this man in gorgeous clothes, with a thin body and eyes like torches, is their master, Zhao Xin, the master of the Zhao family. (End of chapter)