A policeman in charge said something to the com. As soon as he waved his hand, the policemen rushed to push the reporters back.
Just now, two policemen pushing Zhuang not far away tried to drag Zhuang not far away, but Zhuang not far away remained motionless.
He smiled, and his young and gentle face was super compared with the ferocious policeman with a gun next to him.
At this time, the clouds in the sky have accumulated, and it seems that something is brewing and indicates something.
However, a ray of sunshine still penetrated through the clouds and sprinkled the village not far away, making him look sunny and gentle and harmful.
The so-called abundant god is handsome and moist as jade, so much for it.
Shizhuang has been an entrepreneur and scholar for a long time.
Killing people is never done before …
At the moment, even in the cold wind of Fusang in March, he still wears a simple T-shirt and ordinary slacks. The siege of several bruisers is even more thin and pitiful.
But who would have thought that these bruisers had taken out all their strength and couldn’t push him!
"Mr. Zhuang, say something!"
Look at those policemen who don’t want to give Zhuang a chance to speak not far away. Reporters are shouting.
Not far from the gangway, Zhuang smiled at many reporters and said, "The scene in front of me really makes me feel deja vu."
The reporters are all quiet and the microphone is stretched out for a long time, waiting for Zhuang to make some words not far away.
"At the beginning, it seems that there was a similar scene in Lanxi." Not far from Zhuang, he shook his head slightly. Four or five policemen didn’t even mess up his hair style, but he could lift his face at 45 degrees and let the sun shine on his face to create a perfect side face.
The whole world is divided, like a crowded reporter, ferocious police, and dark clouds are changing wildly.
Not far from Zhuang, it is motionless, smiling in the sun, like a podium speech.
"I told reporters in Lanxi at that time … there is a sad saying in my hometown."
"I know I know that if a good man is wronged, it will snow and drought for three years in June …" A reporter waved a microphone in the crowd. "Mr. Zhuang, it’s me!"
Not far from Zhuang, I saw a familiar face in the past.
Hey, isn’t this the pious reporter who interviewed him in Lanxi?
It’s not him, and most of his reporters nod, which means they know it, too.
Not far from Zhuang, the media doesn’t show up very often. Not far from that time in Lanxi, Zhuang has been dealing with reporters in Lanxi to save his father. The degree of brushing his face is definitely the top three in his life. Which one didn’t do his homework this time? Naturally understand that history.
In particular, the result was so amazing that the infrastructure in the urban area of Italy has not been repaired and all kinds of economic losses have not been counted.
Don’t Zhuang not far away want to do it again, want to let heaven prove his koo?
"So everyone knows …" Not far from Zhuang, he scratched his head and smiled brightly at the camera.
The policemen next to him are going crazy. How can you let this man talk nonsense here at this time?
Get him out of here! Get rid of it!
At this time, not far from Zhuang, pushing and shoving Zhuang has surpassed a policeman.
But this policeman posed all kinds of postures beside him, but he couldn’t push Zhuang not far.
Not far from Zhuang, I really want to say to them, don’t bother. The manor is me, and I know the manor.
The only one in the world can push me to make waves at the moment.
A policeman used his quick wits to reach out to Wu Zhuang, not far from his mouth, not far from his eyes, and the owner of the manor stared at him with a cruel look and immediately scared the policeman to his knees.
The policeman in charge of commanding has just felt Zhuang’s sight not far away. At the moment, his crotch is still wet. At the moment, his heart is full of mothers. Is this guy a monster?
"Since everyone knows the story of Dou E’s injustice, I’ll tell you something else this time."
"Once upon a time, there was a child named Nezha. He was well-connected but also very stubborn …"
"… and then he made a gift for his relatives and friends from the cramp and skinning of the Dragon King’s Third Lady …"
"The Dragon King is the god of our state. It is good for everyone to understand the sea god."
"The Dragon King of the Four Seas was furious and launched a great flood!"
"Unless the murderer is handed over and apologizes on his knees, the water will drown the whole world!"
"Wait, Master Zhuang, what a sea trouble this is!" Suddenly there came a familiar voice in the crowd, which was definitely a state reporter. "This role doesn’t seem right. Master Zhuang, are you the Dragon King or Nezha, decent or villain!"
"You talk a lot!" Not far from Zhuang, roll your eyes. Brother Zhuang, can I tell a story? There are people who come to pick holes!
"It doesn’t matter whether I am Nezha or the Dragon King. I want to say … if I am wronged …"
He said, "The Dragon King will drown the whole Fusang state!"
As soon as his voice fell, suddenly there was another thunder!
Wow, the rain is pouring down!
Chapter 921 Although ten million people are gone.
The sudden rain in the airport made everyone in a hurry.
The reporters hurriedly put waterproof covers on the cameras, and the police hurriedly pushed Zhuang not far away.
Even if it rains cats and dogs, it seems that it rains at least around the village. It rains cats and dogs around others, but it is drizzle around him that wets his hair and face.
It is his thin clothes that make people look cold.
God knows he’s not cold at all. He looks ordinary. It’s really waterproof and windproof. It’s not even cold to dive into the ocean.
On the contrary, the policemen around him were shivering with cold wind, so why should they put on all kinds of postures to push him? It’s simply pitiful.
The problem is that Zhuang is not far away from telling the story and even unwilling to leave.
He stood still in the police and smiled heartily.
Only those who really know Zhuang can see the anger in his eyes.
What Fusang can say touches his bottom line. Zhuang is not far away. I didn’t want to be good this time. I will never give up until Fusang is turned upside down.
"Of course, it’s all just talk." But not far from the angry village, I smiled again and the whole world seemed to light up.
"I’m here to help my colleagues clear their suspicions. It’s all a misunderstanding. Fusang is a civilized and legal society. I believe that Fusang’s laws will return my colleagues’ innocence. It’s impossible for Fusang to wronged a good man, right?"
Not far from Zhuang, the expression is just like silly white sweetness.
The reporters were dumbfounded by his idiotic smile.
Only this Mr. Zhuang, are you mistaken?