Chapter 920: : My hometown has a beautiful legend second

In Fusang, Dongdu Metropolitan Area Airport, when Zhuang was surrounded by countless police and got off the plane, countless journalists who had already waited for it had already rushed up.
"Keep off!" The police drove the reporters. They had hoped that the scene would be recorded and spread to the whole world, but at this time they vaguely felt a little bad, and wanted to quickly take Zhuang away from the film airport.
But Zhuang not far away would not leave so silently. He came to help the mulberry, and was going to come violently, and go away!
Zhuang not far off the gangway, two strong policemen dragged him several times without dragging.
Seeing Zhuang not far away, the reporters gathered around like sharks that smelled fishy.
Look at the signs on their microphones, they really come from everywhere. Now, the world's most popular news is probably the conflict between Fuso and Green Island Port.
"Mr. Zhuang, have you come to Fuso this time, did you expect to be arrested by Fuso?"
"Mr. Zhuang, how are you going to rescue your employees?"
"Mr. Zhuang, have you ever thought that you will be detained by Fuso ..."
"Mr. Zhuang ..."
The police planned to keep journalists out, but how could reporters leave easily.
The two sides clashed, and you pushed me.
"Wait a minute, let these reporters come over." Zhuang Buyuan said, "I've come here. So many of you, are you afraid that I can't run?"
The policemen looked at each other, but the reporters yelled, "That is, are you going to persecute Mr. Zhuang? Why not allow an interview!"
These reporters, from the major news agencies around the world, the police really did not dare to offend so many people at once, facing each other.
A responsible police officer said something to the communicator, and when he waved his hand, the policemen swarmed up and pushed the reporters back.
Just now, the two policemen who pushed Zhuang not far away tried their best to suckle milk and wanted to drag Zhuang not far away, but Zhuang not far remained motionless.
He was standing with a smile, his young and gentle face, and the policeman with a live ammunition next to him.
At this point, the clouds were already accumulating in the sky, what seemed to be brewing, and foreshadowing something.
But a ray of sunlight still penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on Zhuang's body, making him bright and cheerful, looking gentle and harmless.
The so-called Fengshenjunlang is so gentle and gentle, but that's it.
In fact, Zhuang not far has always been an entrepreneur and scholar.
The matter of killing and killing was never done in front of others ...
At this moment, even in the cold wind of Fusang in March, he still wore a simple T-shirt, ordinary casual pants, and under the siege of a few big men, he was even thinner and even a bit pitiful. .
But who would have thought that these sturdy big men had taken out the energy of feeding and could not push him at all!
"Mr. Zhuang, say something!"
Seeing that the police did not want to give Zhuang not far to speak, reporters shouted.
Zhuang Buyuan stood under the gangway and looked at many reporters with a smile, and said, "The scene in front of me really makes me seem familiar."
The reporters calmed down, the microphone reached the elder, and waited for Zhuang not far to speak.
"When I was in Lanxi, I seem to have encountered a similar scene." Zhuang not far shook his head slightly. In the push of four or five policemen, he didn't mess up his hairstyle, and he could raise his face at 45 degrees, so that The sun was shining on his face, creating a perfect profile.
The whole world is like a split. Crowded reporters, rampant policemen, and dark clouds surging across the sky are changing wildly.
But Zhuang not far stood still in the sun, smiling, as if giving a speech on the podium.
"I told reporters in Lanxi at the time ... In my hometown, there is a beautiful legend."
"I know, I know, if a good person is wronged, it will snow in June, three years of drought ..." A reporter waved the microphone in the crowd: "Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang, it's me!"
Zhuang not far down his eyes and saw a familiar face.
Alas, this is not the devout reporter who interviewed him in Lanxi!
In fact, not just him, most other reporters are nodding, which means they also know.
Zhuang not far didn't show his face in the media very often. At the time in Lanxi, Zhuang not far was to save his father. He has been dealing with reporters in Lanxi. The degree of brushing his face is definitely a life. The first three, who came to interview him this time, which one did not do enough homework? Naturally understand that history.
Especially the result of that time is so legendary that the infrastructure in Daliba City has not been completely repaired, and various economic losses have not been counted yet.
Doesn't Zhuang want to do it again, and wants Heaven to prove his innocence?
"Everyone knows ..." Zhuang not far scratched his head and smiled brightly in the direction of the camera.
Beside, the policemen are going crazy, at this time, how can this person make a mess of things here!
Hurry him away! Get away!
At this time, there were more than eight policemen pushing Zhuang not far from Zhuang not far.
But these eight policemen showed various poses beside him, they could not push Zhuang not far.
Zhuang not far away would like to tell them, do n’t bother you, the manor is me, and I am the manor.
The only one in the world that can push me, is now making waves at sea.
A policeman was anxious and wanted to reach out and cover Zhuang's mouth. Zhuang's gaze slanted. The owner's brutal examination glared in unreserved manner, immediately scaring the policeman and kneeling.
The police officer in charge has just felt Zhuang's sight. The crotch is still wet at this moment, and the scolding mother's heart is here now. Damn, is this guy a monster!
"Since everyone knows the story of Dou E's injustice, let's talk about it this time."
"In the past, there was a child named Nezha ~ EbookFREE.me ~ he was very powerful, but he was also very stubborn ..."
"... Then he made the third prince of the Dragon King, cramped and skinned, made a gift, and gave it to his relatives and friends ..."
"The Dragon King is a in our state, and everyone understands it as a sea god."
"The Four Dragon Kings were furious and launched a huge flood!"
"Unless you surrender the murderer and kneel and apologize, the flood will flood the world!"
"Wait, owner, this is where the sea is!" A familiar voice suddenly came from the crowd. Listening to this voice is definitely a reporter in the state. "This character seems to be wrong. You are the dragon king, owner , Nezha, is it decent or a villain! "
"Just talk a lot!" Zhuang not far away rolled his eyes. Is it easy for me to tell a story? Someone comes to pick!
"It doesn't matter who I am or who is the Dragon King, I just want to say ... if I was wronged ..."
He said, "The Dragon King will drown the entire Fuso state!"