"Why did he faint again?"

"Without good paper, I'm going to die."

Zhang Zhao dejectedly picked up the letter sent by Lou Gui.

Anyone who knows him well knows that he is usually a very nice person.

But he just has an indescribable weird temper.

If he fails to write well one day, his mentality will explode.

Just like now.

Zhang Zhao took the letter sent by Lou Gui with an impatient look on his face.

He was in a bad mood at this time and had already decided.

If the first three sentences in the letter Lou Gui sent could not speak to his heart.

He immediately threw the letter aside and never read it again.

Who hasn’t been a little grumpy yet, right?

This is just a letter sent by Lou Gui.

Once, when he was extremely depressed, he even refused someone's recommendation to be Xiaolian.

Ordinary people, who can be as fierce as Zhang Zhao?

Zhang Zhao doesn't care anyway.

He just goes his own way.

But wait until he opens the letter.

Before he could read a sentence, his finger just touched the paper.

Immediately, the whole person felt as if he had been electrocuted.

"This paper..."

"how so?"

"How can there be paper with this texture in this world?"

"it's wired!"

Zhang Zhao unfolded the letter.

Without hesitation, he pushed down the back of the letter that Lou Gui had written with great care and consideration.

Then he picked up the pen and immediately started writing furiously on the back of the letter.

"happy!"

"What a pleasure!"

"Look at this paper, look at the color of the ink, look at how smooth and smooth it is!"

Zhang Zhao looked at the paper with his own writing on the back with satisfaction, and laughed happily for a while.

"etc."

"Did I forget something?"

Zhang Zhao put the penholder in his hand on his head and scratched it.

"Oops!"

"This is the letter Lou Zibo wrote to me!"

Zhang Zhao quickly picked up the letter.

He turned over and looked carefully again.

Now, the small words that were originally written densely and sincerely were now smudged by the ink on the back, as if I was about to cry.

From a distance, it looked like someone had painted a series of messy marks on Lou Gui's face.

"How can this be good?"

Zhang Zhao felt very sad.

He tried hard to distinguish the words written by Lou Gui in the letter.

After a long while, he could barely discern some clues from the corners.

"Don't you think this is a coincidence?"

"This Uncle Lou Zi probably wrote a letter to invite me to their Jiyang City!"

"went!"

"I haven't been out for a long time, it's time to go out for a walk."

"Nanyang, Wancheng, I heard that a saint named Qin Yu appeared recently. It's really ridiculous."

"Then what kind of person is Qin Yu? He actually dares to falsely claim that he is a saint. Are he really not afraid of being ridiculed by the world after he is exposed?"

"Just let me stop by and have a look. I'll come back after I've exposed the so-called saint's face and found out where the paper in Lou Zibo's hand came from."

"Then everything is settled."

Zhang Zhao chuckled and put the messy piece of paper he had written on in his hand.

After neatly folding them, put them in the bag.

Even though there was no possibility of reusing the paper, he still couldn't bear to throw it away.

He had to bring this good thing to Lou Zibo and let him see it with his own eyes.

Otherwise, what if this guy doesn't admit it when the time comes?

If he doesn't give this evidence, put it directly in front of that guy.

Given Lou Guina's temperament, if he really turned against him and refused to admit his fault, how could he reason with him?

Zhang Zhao is very self-aware.

Lou Gui's strength can definitely be regarded as half a reckless man.
Chapter completed!