In the early morning, the temperature in the Sahada Desert dropped by more than 50 degrees compared to the daytime. Under the heat siphon effect, most areas in Yiyuan Country also thrived from the summer season to a climate of dripping water into ice.

In a workshop in a vineyard near Kashgar City, it is exposed to the sun all day during the day, and the long, hot and hot kang is covered with thick felt blankets with excellent insulation. It is a large bunk that can warm up all night.

The Chawoman who tossed and turned and had not fallen asleep for a long time was lying on such a hot kang. Seeing Zhang Jiao, who was holding his arms and his face was as cold as he was trembling, tremblingly pushed the door into the room, and sat up in surprise, "Zhang Bao, you are not dead!"

"If you say this, I won't die even if you die." Zhang Jiao replied dissatisfiedly, climbed onto the hot kang in a stiff manner, and his face gradually slowed down.

Looking at the Chawoman next to him with a careful look on his face, he said vigilantly: "You can't be a kid, are you? You have been so concerned about me after just one day of your relationship."

"What's the point of making a fortune? Kashgar City raises cattle. There are so many people who raise sheep. Few people raise chickens. I have only helped people let goats goats for a few days before, but I haven't got chickens." The Chalang said in confusion.

"Ah, haven't you done it before? That's good." Zhang Jiao saw his simple appearance and stopped joking, "Okay, hurry up and go to bed.

I have to work tomorrow.”

The Chalang didn't shut up yet, and was still persuading him with great thought: "Zhang Bao, you may not know that you just came to Yiyuan Kingdom. Although this is a famous jade-producing place in the world, in fact, the mines near the city and the jades in the river have long been gleaned.

Although the legend of those scattered ores being washed over the riverbed for billions of years and turning into beautiful jade with mutton fat is extremely numerous, they are not..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a thin man sleeping on the kang with dissatisfaction: "It's so late that Guawazi is not sleeping yet, so why are she chanting crazy scriptures?"

"Did you hear it? You are saying you are reciting the Crazy Sutra? Go to bed quickly." Zhang Jiao took the opportunity to lower his voice, yawning and closing his eyes, "Don't worry, I know it's amazing now, and I won't go again in the future."

The Chalang felt relieved and yawned, and soon fell asleep.

At the same time, in District 15, Nanyang Xiangbei City, Zhang Jiao's body is very clear, wearing a black windbreaker, walking on the quiet streets of the city.

The dress he wears is called "Shuijin Armed Forces", which is the most brilliant achievement created by the Nanyang scientific community in the past 20 years.

The raw material is the body of the Golden Water Beast. The specific production method is unknown. It is roughly to maintain its physical activity 100% after killing the Golden Water Beast and connect it with human mind power, so that it can freely change its form according to human consciousness instructions.

Today, this kind of black technology specialty is regarded as the only high-end commodity for exports to Nanyang, and the price is amazingly high.

Not to mention ordinary people, even in the law enforcement forces like Night Watch, only brigade-level figures are qualified to be distributed, and they are still low-quality goods of grade D quality.

Like the Class A Jinshui armed forces that Zhang Jiao is now equipped, all relevant factories in Nanyang are fully equipped with full power, and only two or three hundred pieces are made a year.

It was the only gift Liang Xiaozhou gave him to him for 20 years of coma and finally reborn.

The dusk was gloomy, and as I walked, a thunder suddenly sounded, and raindrops fell down in the sky.

Zhang Jiao touched his wet hair. As his thoughts turned, the collar of the windbreaker continued to extend along the back of his head, and finally turned into a hood, covering his entire head tightly.

"This thing is really magical." Zhang Jiao couldn't help but mutter to himself and exclaim.

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a dilapidated house across the street where even the door was gone. A flash of fire flashed. His eyes lit up and he walked over.

The house looked like a street-facing mansion from a wealthy family before. When you enter the door, you will find a living room with a square layout and a very large area.

The furniture inside has been moved out, and it is dilapidated, but the luxury of the day can still be seen from the mottled walls and the broken ceiling on the ceiling.

At this time, a few poor people in the lower area, who were unkempt and skinny, and could not even see their age or gender, were squatting in the corner of the living room, surrounding a pile of lit rags and rotten wood to burn fire.

Seeing Zhang Jiao appear suddenly, he was obviously startled, tremblingly squeezed together, silently giving up most of the fire.

This is the survival instinct that a small person has tempered in difficult circumstances.

Although I don’t know who the person is, since he is dressed so neatly, he proves that he has lived much better than them.

In the lower area, this adaptability can only be reflected in power and strength, so they naturally show enough humility and fear.

According to Zhang Jiao's original plan, he wandered around Xiangbei Lower City in the middle of the night, and planned to force himself to take over as long as he met a guy who dared to appear in District 15 in the early morning.

The other party started a massacre when he refused to follow suit. While gathering people, he slowly created a terrifying name, and finally defeated the entire 15th zone with evil.

But seeing the miserable appearance of these poor people, he was still feeling like drawing his sword at this moment. He was silent for a while and said, "Do you have dinner tonight?"

Several pork ribs looked at each other, and the boldest voice said hoarsely: "Sir, we shared a black vegetable cake."

Zhang Jiao didn't know what the so-called black cabbage was, nor did he want to know it. He sighed and said sarcastically: "It's really unpredictable. In the past, there were fat people everywhere in Southeast Asia who wanted to lose weight. Who would have thought that their descendants would become so restrained in their diet."

The pork ribs demons didn't understand what he meant and didn't dare to say anything.

Zhang Jiao looked at them again, pondered for a few seconds and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to have a full meal first." He turned around and left.

He did not show any intention of forcing the pork ribs to follow him, but the pork ribs to look at each other but chased them out as if they were willing to accept their fate. He followed Zhang Jiao in a staggering manner in the wind and rain.

After walking for a while, in the wind and rain, two strange figures of tall and thin like bamboo poles on their heads suddenly turned out of the corner of the street ahead.

"Qi, Qixing!" Someone blurted out in horror among the several ribs demons behind Zhang Jiao.

When Zhang Jiao heard this, his thoughts turned, his sleeves extended, twisted in his hand and turned into a long sword. The cold light flashed through the rain curtain and shot dozens of meters away in the air, twisting the two bamboo poles into several pieces.

Then he turned his head and looked at the ribs and asked, "What is the Qixing seed?"

Seeing that he used his sword so sharply, and slashing people a hundred steps away as if he was breathing, the ribs demon who had just opened his mouth showed a more fearful look and stammered, saying, "I have taken too much drugs, and I have gradually gone crazy when IV injection stage.
Chapter completed!