The high priest waited at the entrance of the main palace for about half an hour before an extended version slowly drove over.

The car was stopped in front of the door. Pei Zhi got out of the car and met the high priest's eyes.

He casually glanced at the several guards behind the high priest, and calmly opened his arms: "It's time for a routine inspection, right? Come on."

The guard raised his feet and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the high priest: "Go down, there is no need to check."

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. You have been with Fu Hua for so long, and you have learned to bend the law for personal gain." Pei Zhi smiled with a smile full of sarcasm.

The high priest paused as he led the way, tilted his head and said, "Pei Zhi, you have such a dog's mouth, you can bite people."

"Then the prerequisite is that you are a human being." Pei Zhi retorted, "You eat dog food inside and outside."

If this bitch hadn't suddenly rebelled, how could she have fallen from her high position?

The high priest choked.

This dog's mouth is really poisonous.

From the first time he met him to now, he has never won an argument with him.

But he doesn't intend to quarrel with him.

The high priest led Pei Zhi through the corridor of the main palace.

Neither of them walked very fast. The moon was bright in the sky and the bamboo shadows were dancing on the ground. It felt like taking a leisurely stroll.

"The plants in the garden haven't changed much, and Danjing's aesthetics have always been very good." The high priest picked up a few blooming peonies at hand, crushed them and threw them into the trash can.

The bright and eye-catching peonies are decomposed in an instant by the enhanced decomposing bacteria inside the trash can.

Pei Zhi's eyes moved slightly.

There is no doubt that her aesthetics are very good.

From the garden in front of her to the overall layout and planning of the entire galaxy, they were all made by her alone.

This was a world created by her, but now people have deliberately erased all traces of her existence.

It is a tragedy for this world.

The top of the empty branch whose flower head had been cut off by the high priest was still sticky to the touch. Pei Zhi raised his hand and tapped twice on the petals of the only remaining flower. His eyes were twitching as he was determined to win, but he was caught again.

The long eyelashes cover it up.

The two entered the hall one after another.

The hall is empty, and the glazed lamp at the top of the ceiling penetrates the lampshade and shines in all directions.

Fu Hua was sitting in the upper seat, and when he saw the two people coming in one after another, the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.

His fingers were covered in blood, and the sleeve of his white shirt exposed at his wrist was also covered in blood.

Fu Hua held a white handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers.

With his eyelids half-closed, Pei Zhi followed the high priest and stepped on the velvet red carpet. Every step he took was particularly heavy.

His strong intuition told him that it was as quiet as a chicken here, but there were gunmen ambushing all around.

"Head of State, Mr. Pei has brought it." The high priest stopped three meters away from Fu Hua, and at a glance he saw a pool of red blood at his feet.

Pei Zhi stood behind the high priest, with a long body and a straight back.

Fu Hua finally stopped what he was doing and threw the bloody handkerchief into the air.

"Bang——"

Before the handkerchief fell to the ground, it was penetrated by a bullet flying from behind the marble column.

The sparks swallowed up the entire veil and fell to the ground into a black, sticky granular substance.

The meaning of the demonstration should not be too obvious.

Pei Zhi sneered, raised his head and met his eyes with a smile.

Neither of the two people spoke, their eyes collided in the air, obviously silent, but full of the smell of gunpowder.

"Long time no see, Pei Zhi, hello." In the end, Fu Hua couldn't hold back and spoke first.

He raised his finger slightly, and there was a loud "boom" sound. The floor in front of him that was not covered by the red carpet began to fall. When it rose again, there were two wooden stools on the left and right sides.

Very crude.

"Please take a seat."

The high priest was very accustomed to this. He lowered his head, straightened his sleeves, and sat under Fu Hua's left hand.

Pei Zhi did not move, his peach blossom eyes fixed on another empty chair.

He knows very well what Fu Hua means.

I just want to take this opportunity to see if he has really surrendered to him.

Fu Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of impatience in his eyes: "Mr. Pei, what do you mean?"

"Change a chair." Pei Zhi met his gaze without fear and smiled casually, "If you want me to surrender, you can give me tens of billions of dollars, but you can't give me a single

A classy chair... for the head of state?"

Fu Hua was startled.

Then I thought about the guy in front of me spending his money like water in prison, throwing away tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands at every turn, and I was so angry that my teeth itched.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he can make Pei Zhi bend over, everything will be easy.

"How is that possible?" Fu Hua smiled hypocritically and snapped his fingers.

The floor beneath the empty stool sank in again.

Two minutes later, a gorgeous and exquisite bench with gold handrails inlaid with exotic flowers and plants appeared. It looked particularly luxurious in the empty hall.

Pei Zhi got his wish, so he naturally didn't show any pretense and sat down.

He leaned back, looking up at Fu Hua with a smile on his face.

Although he is clearly in a lower position, his whole body exudes a sense of unruliness, as if he is the real master here.

Fu Hua frowned slightly when he saw him, and tugged at the corner of his clothes pretending not to care: "Pei Zhi, I heard that you have been addicted to the virtual live broadcast room recently and gave a lot of money to a three-year-old child named Yu Mian.

?"

"That's right." Pei Zhi shrugged, noncommittal, "I haven't come out in a few hundred years. The outside world has changed a lot. It's interesting to see everything. The child Mianmian is also very cute, and the fans are also very friendly. If you are interested

If so, I quite welcome you to join Mianmian’s fan group.”

"I'll forget it." Hearing this, Fu Hua waved his hands in disgust.

He has no interest in those virtual anchors who are neither trivial nor suitable for the stage, let alone the three-year-old child named Yu Mian in Pei Zhi's mouth.

However, Pei Zhi was so lost in playing with things and addicted to virtual live broadcasts. Fu Hua himself was very happy to see this, so he did not say any words of admonishment. He just pretended to be a superior instructing his subordinates and said: "You just came out and like novel things."

I can also understand that if there is any need for money, just ask Fang Xun."

Fang Xun is the high priest.

Pei Zhi grinned: "Okay, then I'll be disrespectful."

High Priest: "..."

When he thought that Fu Hua had almost escaped with half of his family property due to Pei Zhi, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for the piece of shit in front of him.

Fu Hua was obviously very satisfied with Pei Zhi's attitude. He asked again: "Speaking of which, Pei Zhi, do you still remember Dan Jing?"

The high priest's pupils were slightly stagnant, and he subconsciously looked at Pei Zhi.

The latter was obviously much calmer: "Danjing, that's it. If the old people don't go, the new people won't come."

"Hahaha..." Fu Hua suddenly laughed.

The two chatted for a long time, until the clock above Fu Hua's back suddenly jumped to 00:00, and a guard hurriedly walked over with his head lowered and said something in Fu Hua's ear.

Fu Hua waved his hand and asked him to go down.
Chapter completed!