Humans are social creatures and cannot survive alone. As long as they are born in this world, regardless of whether they have blood ties or not, they will definitely have family members.

If you can't find the real person, you'll be angry with your family. I have to say that this kind of behavior is quite unethical.

Of course, it is quite effective, otherwise how is it called a household scattering strategy?

If it were someone else's relatives and friends, Satoshi might have agreed without hesitation, but... Li Bai's family and the director of the county public security bureau almost gave him a psychological shadow.

No one will provoke the director. It is called the old birthday boy eating arsenic, and he thinks that his life is too long.

It is already impossible for other public security bureaus to have at most two micro-shocks. A small sniper can be used as a treasure of the town bureau. Who has ever seen an airplane, cannon tank to maintain social order?

After the cannons were bombarded, the tanks rushed.

The tanks were finished and the planes blew.

After the plane was bombed, wait, there was basically nothing left. Can you curse?

If not, there is nothing to say.

After a unique Spring Festival in the detention center of Huima County Public Security Bureau, the Yousheng Jianxian Saint Wenhuai almost doubted whether he had run away from the wrong country. The firepower of a small county bureau was so terrifying...

With such a lineup, if a small county town and an adjacent wildlife reserve in the northwest region are built into iron buckets, I am afraid no one dares to provoke the government if they are woolly hairy?

The process is not known to outsiders. Under the leadership of the Party, this self-respected sword immortal received a caring education of "unity, tension, seriousness and liveliness" with the approval of the organization.

(Old Li: What a sword immortal? Do you think I can’t move the sword? Should I learn more about our party’s policies?)

"Mr. Sato, what do you mean?"

The man in black and gray suit narrowed his eyes behind the frameless glasses, as if he was about to succeed.

There are actually only two of the so-called three small busy people, and the last one is to sell the other person's favor.

No matter how high your martial arts are, it is impossible to protect your family all the time.

Can't beat the real person, are you still afraid of not being able to deal with his (her) family?

The man in a black and gray suit made this evil idea is quite unethical and has no lower limit at all.

"Get out!"

Su Wenhuai's face turned blue and white, half of it was angry, and half of it was empty.

I never thought of fighting against the government. It was just a mess, especially when I used my forehead to hit the tank gun, I couldn’t think about it!

When he thought of the black gun barrel, it was thick and long, and the kind smile of Director Li, whether he wanted to "get a shot", he was in a bad mood.

"Hmm? Mr. Sat, are you?"

A smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and the man in a black and gray suit widened his eyes in surprise, without the pride of the previous second.

The other party's anger came without warning, which caught him off guard.

"roll!"

Satoshi pointed at the door angrily.

He didn't want to be pointed at the back by a tank gun for the second time. What martial arts, sword skills, acquired, innate, grandmasters... How could these be opponents of pure killing weapons?

One hundred masters could not withstand the bombardment of a tank shell. This half-step master was not a fool. He thought he had a long life and went to trouble his family named Li.

"Hi, hi, if you have something to say, don't be angry, don't be angry!"

The man in the black and gray suit looked ugly, and he stood up in a hurry and waved his hands to retreat to the door of the guest room.

Although Satoshi was beaten by someone, not only did he not even have a round, but he also had no power to fight back.

But after all, he is also a half-step master and famous in the martial arts world. What should I do if I get angry and beat myself up?

Wouldn't it be unlucky?

Survival** The man in a black and gray suit rolled and crawled out of Su Wenhuai's guest room, and ran into the corridor in a panic, leaving no shadow in a blink of an eye.

"Pooh!"

Su Wenhuai spat out the door hard, then closed the door heavily, leaning weakly behind the door, gasping heavily.

Just a few moves of driving away exhausted his little energy.

Damn Li Bai!

Even though he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he could only think about it in his heart.

There is nothing difficult to do, I am afraid that I will be beaten up. If I don’t have enough beaten up, I will put my fists together.

His eyes fell on the coffee table, and a pure white porcelain bottle fell into his sight, with cork wrapped in red silk on it, which was strengthened and sealed with beeswax.

Su Wenhuai swallowed, tried to move over, stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed the porcelain bottle, pulled out the plug, and a faint fragrance came to his nose, which was mixed with the fragrance of herbs.

The five senses of the human body can automatically identify which ones are beneficial to oneself, and will actively release signals of joy and desire, and will instinctively express disgust for harmful and fatal things.

The smell of inhalation into the nasal cavity made Satova make a judgment immediately.

Although that guy's words were not pleasing, the grass and dan he brought was what he needed.

Immediately poured out a waxy ball, which was as big as a checker, but it was not a problem for Satoshi. He threw it into his mouth and bite the wax seal on the surface, chewed it hard for a few greedy times, and finally swallowed it hard.

A warm breath slowly rose from his stomach, like an invisible force dissipating to his limbs and bones, making him moan involuntarily.

This is actually an illusion, a hint given by the body actively, and a desire for more grass and elixirs to make up for the weakness and weakness.

Putting the bottle inverted, eleven pills rolled out, and Su Wenhua finally smiled.

He thought about it and poured ten grass and elixirs back into the porcelain bottle. The one left was still thrown into his mouth. Another warm breath arose, and the strange effect of grass and elixirs was extraordinary.

The whole person seemed to be in a hot spring, lazy, and the feeling of weakness that had originally troubled him gradually disappeared.

With the nourishment of this bottle of elixir, it originally took four or five months to recuperate, but now it can recover as before in one month. This is the effect of ancient elixirs, which is hard to find.

Although he drove the person away, he couldn't miss such a precious elixir for nothing. Su Wenhuai was not polite at all. At worst, he could help the other party to deal with the two southern martial arts people.

As for the last one, let’s just pull it down!

With the courage of this Youshen Sword Immortal, he did not dare to fight against the "five pairs of wheels".

After all, when Da Wujiu stopped in front, the shadow immediately enveloped like a hill. Everyone would have weak legs. No traffic policeman would sit down to give Wujiu a ticket to the unlicensed road. This kind of thing is simply unheard of.

In the afternoon, the Chinese martial arts conference was held normally and was not affected by the storm that occurred at lunch.

The Yousheng Sword Immortal Saint Situation did not appear in the venue, but no one was surprised. No matter who was hit, after being hit, he would lie for half a day or not for ten or half a month. He probably would still be in the room to recover from his injuries. He would definitely not be able to appear in front of everyone in a short period of time. If he appeared again, it would be a ghost.

There is no airtight wall in the world. Just after lunch, half-step master Satowenhuai was pulled to the roads on the wall and various roadside clubs. News spread throughout the venue, and even spread to the martial arts circle across the country.

Many people were surprised by it. That was a half-step master. Even without the recent advance in swordsmanship, the Yousheng Sword Immortal is still not a person that ordinary warriors can match.

Such a character was defeated in an understatement. Could it be that the master who took action?

The people who did not know the truth locked the attackers on the old master He Xiangpeng, the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist".

This real master, who punched a step and a half, didn't seem to have much suspense.

As for Li Bai's youngest young man in his twenties, it was mostly spreading rumors. Perhaps Master He secretly launched the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist", which is also very likely.

If you want to blame, you only blame the Yousheng Sword Immortal, Sato Wenhuai, who has no eyesight and thought that he had entered the realm of a master in half a step, and began to expand. He provoked an old master who was famous in the martial arts world in Jiangnan. Wouldn't he begging for trouble?

Still sitting in the last row of the venue with Xiao Yu'er and Xiao Wei. Listening to the martial arts celebrities keep playing on stage while gesturing and sharing their experience in practicing martial arts, Li Bai keeps yawning.

If I had known it was so boring, it would be better to sleep in the guest room for an afternoon.
Chapter completed!