Chapter 542 The magnanimity of a great nation is towards others.
Follow Han Feihu through a temporary channel.
Su Mu met Hu Jianjun.
The expression on Lao Hu's face was a bit serious. Although he was calm, Su Mu still saw the tension deep in his eyes.
Su Mu can only sigh secretly.
Change it to yourself, go to a must -lose duel, and this will also be like this.
Cultivation is not a treat to dinner.
Some people have no talent for cultivation, and no matter how many means, it is impossible to become ancient martial arts.
Don't look at Zongmen who can't be invisible, but if there are cultivation talents in the world, it has been screened countless times.
Some people have a lifetime, relying on hard work to reach the peak of the day after tomorrow.
And some people have great talents and can sleep as ancient martial arts when they sleep.
Lao Hu's ceiling is the peak of the day after tomorrow.
With the blessing of the Xingtian project, the body can fight against the ancient martial arts is a great chance.
Hu Jianjun was wearing a training suit, but he did not bring a shoulder chapter. He just nodded with Su Mu and followed him silently.
To the monitoring center, Mr. Hu and Jiang Wangshu were both.
Zhuo Yu is also there, only the expression on his face looks very easy.
Han Feihu paid a textbook -like military ceremony to Mr. Hu, and did not speak. He turned and took the two heads behind him.
Father Hu's eyes fell on Su Mu, his eyes were so eager:
"Go."
Su Mu nodded.
Jiang Wangshu took a step forward, took him and Hu Jianjun, and walked out.
Behind it, it was the most elite special soldier king of Han Feihu.
As soon as he went out, Su Mu saw the densely laying pores in front of him, mottled the wall, and even a few places to show the wall with irregular weathering gaps.
On the top, a few black traditional characters with white background are looming, and you can only see the three libraries, warehouses, ministry.
In front of the wall is a small commemorative square, and there are many withered bouquets, piled together.
Jiang Wangshu took him and Hu Jianjun to the commemorative square.
Here is the warehouse of the Demon Division of the World Bank Trust Department.
It has long been martial law, the periphery is the police, and then the troops in the area where they are located. The innermost is Han Feihu's guards and sharp knife groups.
For this war, the Emperor Guardian Force dispatched the eight thousands of the most elite special soldiers.
In the atmosphere of killing, looking at the wall in front of him, Jiang Wangshu bowed.
Su Mu and others, raise their hands to salute.
"Go."
The moment Lao Jiang rises straight, the body seems to have something that makes people dare not look directly.
Behind this wall was more than a hundred years ago, the world -famous battlefield.
A red carpet has been paved in the middle of the commemorative square, and then extended to both sides of the east and west.
The entrance to the east, belongs to Hua Guo, entrance to the west, belongs to the East Hue Sang.
Wet around, enter the warehouse, and the eye -catching is a long negotiating table.
The atmosphere in the warehouse is depressed and silent. The special soldier king of three meters around, opens his eyes angrily, like the King of Ming Dynasty.
The west side of the negotiating table is already full of people.
More than forty men.
Sitting in the middle is a young man, about thirty years old, his face is indifferent, and he can't say it, giving a weird feeling.
His left -handed side is a fat old man, his hair eyebrows are a little pale, and there is a murderous.
On the right is a indifferent man, holding a long black sheath with a black sheath in his hand. In his narrow eyes, it is full of cold.
These three people, as well as the seven men in the second row behind them, are all black river clothing.
In the third row, there are more than a dozen people wearing suits, including white people and east.
Su Mu's eyes fell directly to the fourth row.
This is the focus of his attention.
The three major clan priests in the heroes of the heroes, gathered together.
White Tiger God Son Feng Qing Xuan.
Suzaku gods have no dust, and there are Feng Siqi who have dealt with Su Mu.
The Xuanwu gods were south, and they were squinting their eyes, staring at Su Mu, as if looking at the dead.
Among the few people behind them, there are the unknown strong men who fought in the Mulan Farm and Su Mu cage.
Su Mu's gaze fell on the last row of people sitting on the last row.
These people are shrouded in the black robe, and the skin is not revealed.
Su Mu couldn't help but sneered secretly.
When the opponent came, a hundred teams with diplomatic licenses were opened. There was actually a huge logistic group of more than 500 people. At any time, they were waiting to serve these people.
Bodyguard, assistant, servant, driver, etc.
In case of prevention, the other party actually comes with the water that even drink.
There is also a team of experts composed of thirty people. All of these people's duties are to check everything provided by China and whether it is toxic.
The heart of the villain reaches this extent, it can be regarded as strange.
Of course, this can be understood.
What is the setting?
Su Mu has seen more waves.
Little Benzi is really too angry.
Is Hongwu Zhu's family low -key enough?
But the spectrum for you will be called Mingming Bai.
Food, food, housing, and transportation, all produced by yourself.
Take the most common egg.
The eggs that Zhu family eat, chicken is the best variety raised by myself, and the eggs they eat, eat only the first one under each hen.
Others, don't.
The chicken who eats eggs, only one egg, even completes the mission.
This egg has a dedicated name, called ... Jin doesn't change.
Su Mu called it blindly.
This is the heritage.
This is called a wave.
Don't take out to show off your face.
When Jiang Wangshu entered with Su Mu and others, there was a sudden turmoil between the dying room.
"Eight Gag."
"Dare to despise us so?"
"It's so rude."
The second row of Dongsheng behind Sato looked at it angrily at the same time.
Jiang Wangshu was very like returning to his home, and he didn't care about it, so he opened the chair and sat down.
The corner of Sato's eyes immediately jumped gently.
The Minister of Defense Minister with a white hair beside him, but there was no expression on the whole process, and it was still like a woodcarving.
After Jiang Wangshu sat down, the first thing was beckoning directly:
"You come here."
A middle -aged man walked out quickly, leaned down and asked:
"Please talk about."
Jiang Wangshu watched a few young women wearing black suits around him, and frowned:
"What are they doing?"
The middle -aged man suddenly stunned.
Is there something wrong?
They are translated.
This is a year since a year, the translation cultivated by secret selection, for fear that in today's occasion, there is an accident that there is any words in any words.
Jiang Wangshu was aware of asking, and after getting the answer, he waved impatiently:
"Let them retreat, what translation do they want? You still choose a young woman, don't listen to Chinese, who is used to their stinking disease? You comrade, I want to criticize you."
When Su Mu heard this, he secretly rolled his eyes.
Laojiang, don't learn me.
But this hand is beautifully played.
This is definitely the pen of Jiang Wangshu.
There are more than ten people in the other party, there is one, saying that they are proficient, they are all light.
As the traditional nobles of Dongxu Fuso, from the beginning of the enlightenment, they must learn Chinese. Their Chinese level, even far exceed most ordinary people in the country.
Can't understand?
Roll if you don't understand.
As soon as Jiang Wangshu's words fell, the face of the other party had dark, and it became more and more gloomy.
Only that defense minister is still settled.
And the Fujiwara, the corner of the mouth was a little more smile. Looking at Jiang Wangshu, he said with a slightly weird, but extremely righteous and round Chinese language:
"Jiang Wang Shujun, why do you have to be so big, it will be damaged to the great power."
Jiang Wangshu smiled softly:
"Great power is to people."
As soon as this sentence, Sato's face suddenly changed.
The group behind him was even more exciting.
In other words, they are not human.
Su Mu is a little dumbfounded.
Laojiang, how about playing with hair?
The war between the two countries has not been cut yet.