The National Director is Mr. Perfect Chapter 29: The glorious past
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For Jiang Yi, this is simply a shame in life.
Destroyed his cognition and worldview.
Someone in this world dared to beat him! ! !
The prince's face was pale in anger in the hospital, and the little nurses who became idiotic when they saw Jiang Yi's face were scolded one after another.
The whole hospital was suddenly filled with grievances and miserable complaints from the little nurses.
"Has his information been found?"
Jiang Yi grabbed Ji Moyin by the collar and asked.
"I found it. I found it long ago." Ji Moyin handed him the phone hurriedly. "The one handed over is an ordinary senior high school student who has no father and no mother. He lives in the house of his uncle and aunt, but It seems that I had a fallout with my uncle and aunt, and moved out yesterday to live by myself."
Jiang Yi looked at the information, his face was gloomy and scary.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiang Yi is definitely not in a good mood now, but Ji Moyin still has to warn carefully: "I think you may not have a chance to come here alone. Yesterday so many of us... …At least half of them didn’t stop them. The gangsters of them also went looking for trouble yesterday, and they were all destroyed by..."
In the last sentence, Ji Moyin said something difficult.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that there are such powerful characters in such a place.
The main reason is that they belong to the imperial capital family, and there are such invincible bodyguards around them.
But they are all very rare elite talents. Who would have thought that there would be such a place?
I am still an unsurprisingly senior high school student.
Jiang Yi is not a stupid, he laughed grinningly: "Call Uncle Tao from the Imperial Capital!"
"Are you going to move your special guard just to beat someone up?"
Jing Fuxiao, who was sitting next to him and watching the news, couldn’t listen anymore, “As for? There are so many ways to move him. You can press him to death like an ant.”
"Of course! Lao Tzu was beaten by someone, but you were not beaten! Lao Tzu refuses to accept, I just want to fight back!"
I can't beat myself, I must find a helper to avenge!
Ji Moyin, Jing Fuxiao: "..."
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Jun Ci naturally knew that he had been under surveillance.
Guru has already told her the back of the other party.
It was amazing.
However, she is not worried about this, and she is not incapable of escape, and the other person who can be treated before escape is absolutely restless.
It's just that there is no movement from the other party right now, so she is also quiet.
The video made by Gulu is finally ready.
"His Royal Highness, Gulu's video has been successfully produced. The first video is based on the content of the first ten thousand words in your novel. You can see how it works. Gulu will make detailed changes based on His Highness's comments. "
"En."
Jun Ci nodded, and Gulu turned the video into a placement device and presented it in front of Jun Ci.
This novel written by Jun Ci is based on her future era, so many buildings are about humanities and history, and Gulu is directly grabbed from the database.
Jun Ceramic often sees this, and it doesn't feel much.
The main content of the novel is a story of the illegitimate son of a general who struggles and struggles in life in a small city in the empire, and then counterattacks all the way.
Because there is no real person template, the CG video mode that is close to real person is directly adopted.
The protagonist is the face that Gulu generates from the data.
At the beginning of this video, the protagonist appears in this city of the Empire.
Here will be the starting point of the protagonist’s life transformation!
The huge battleship that appeared in the sky, and the magnificent scale of a planet displayed, were all unusually real and familiar after Gulu restored it.
Let Jun Ci look at it, and she can't help but think of her past.
My glorious past that I can never return to.