Chapter 781: Hatred seeds

Chapter 781: Seeds of Hatred
Yang Tianji suddenly felt restless. The more he thought about recent events, the more irritable he became. Please remember the URL of this site:. This time he was fully prepared, united with many masters, and even the church members were pulled up, but he could not kill Zhang Jun.He felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.Is he destined to be his nemesis?
He was worrying, the phone rang, he glanced at it, and it was actually Yang Tianhao calling. This Yang Tianhao is the son of Madame Necromancer, a mixed blood, Madame Necromancer is very powerful, is a half-step magical power level Western monk, Necromancer. Yang Tianhao is very talented, and he has been competing fiercely with Yang Tianji since he was a child. If he called, it would definitely be a bad thing.
Yang Tianji pressed his heart to be irritable, and said in a relaxed tone: "Yang Tianhao, just say what you have, and let go if you have any farts."
A loud and arrogant voice came from the other end of the phone: "Haha, Yang Tianji, I heard that you are so miserable now that you were almost killed by the man named Zhang Jun? How about, do you want me to help you? Italy leaves you It’s not far there, as long as you beg me, I will definitely go over and save you."
"Fart!" Yang Tianji was furious, "I want you to save it? You still ask for your own blessings. Did you provoke the daughter of the Captain of the Papal Guard some time ago? Did the Captain of the Holy Guard not teach you?"
"Lesson?" Yang Tianhao smiled "hehe", "His daughter is already pregnant with my child, and he must recognize my son-in-law. Yang Tianji, it is said that you also fell in love with an aristocratic chick in England. That girl's name is Annie. It seems that she doesn't like you?"
Yang Tianji hummed heavily: "You don't need to take care of my business."
"Of course I don't want to worry about it." Yang Tianhao also snorted, "but I want to tell you a good news, no, it is bad news for you, this saint child just broke through to half a step with magical powers. Why didn't you speak? Are you surprised?"
Yang Tianji's face was full of annoyance. He thought that after half a step, he could stabilize Yang Tianhao's head, but this kid also broke through. He tried his best to keep his tone flat, and said coldly: "It's surprising that you can break through. Did your father empower you?"
"Of course not." Yang Tianhao was very proud, "Tell you a secret, my maternal ancestor's bloodline of the spirit is revived in me, hehe, do you know the bloodline of the spirit? In ancient Egypt, there is only this noble bloodline. To become a pharaoh."
Yang Tianji clenched his fists and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. He coldly said, "What about it, I also have Ruyitong!"
"Ruyitong? This is the second bad news I want to tell you." Yang Tianhao sighed, "Just after I set foot for half a step, the Ruyitong in my bloodline was also activated."
Yang Tianji was furious. He hung up the phone uncontrollably, then smashed the table with a fist, and kicked the sofa in two. The maid who was in charge of serving him withdrew in horror for fear of being affected.
"Damn! Damn!" He cursed repeatedly, and his jealousy and anger made it difficult for him to calm down. He hated Yang Tianhao very much, not only hated him, but also hated his mother Necromancer. Madame Necromancer and his mother, Madame Xuanji, are a pair of enemies. Madame Necromancer secretly killed Madame Xuanji's brother and one of his sons, that is, Yang Tianji's deceased brother.
It's just that Madam Necromancer is powerful, and Madam Xuanji has no choice. She died in depression a few years ago. A woman who condensed Xiangang actually lived only more than fifty years old, which shows how frustrated her heart is. Because of the grievances of the previous generation, Yang Tianji and Yang Tianhao had a bad relationship since they were young.
After scolding a lot, Yang Tianji sat weakly on the ground, staring blankly at the front, and muttered, "Mom, it's useless!"
Under the continuous blows of Zhang Jun and Yang Tianhao, his mind was in a state of extreme chaos, and Dao Xin fell. As everyone knows, in the bedroom next door, Zhang Junzheng, who bypassed the layers of guards and sneaked into the room, looked at him coldly. He was here to kill Yang Tianji, but he didn't expect to encounter him in a state of mental loss. In this case, he was 100% sure of hypnotizing Yang's secrets, which made him change his idea of ​​killing each other.
"Instead of killing him, it's better to plant the seeds of hatred in the depths of his heart, so that he hates the Holy Lord and the people around him, so that the effect is better." A flash of thought in his heart, he immediately seized the opportunity to move his heart and mind. Shrouded in the past. His mind-playing skills have been superb, and the chaotic Yangtianji is completely unaware, and a seed of hatred is quietly planted deep in his soul.
Zhang Jun’s method is an extremely superb technique in heart disc surgery. It can plant a seed of ideas in the depths of the hearts of others. That seed will sprout and grow, and then affect a person subtly. For example, he planted the seeds of hatred in Yang Tianji's mind. In the future, Yang Tianji will inevitably hate the Holy Lord, hate Yang Tianhao, and hate everyone around him. This kind of hatred will eventually lead him to destruction and bring people around him. It hurts a lot.
"My father, why do you always prefer the necromancer? If you treat my mother a little better, will she die? You are not worthy of being my father!" His eyes were blood-red, and he muttered to himself in a harsh tone.
"And Madam Necromancer! Yang Tianhao! You all deserve to die, I will definitely kill you!" He squeezed his fist with a grim expression, and there were two blood and tears in his eyes, "There is also Yang Tianxuan, you keep pressing I, I will not let you succeed, I will surpass you and make you worse than death!"
Negative emotions such as hatred, jealousy, etc., kept brewing and growing in his heart, causing him to tremble all over and scream to the sky. In the whistling sound, Zhang Jun quietly left. He knew that he had succeeded. This Yangtianji will bring terrible disasters to Shengjiao in the future, even more serious than his consequences.
"Yang Tianji, I hope you don't disappoint me." He smiled slightly and disappeared into the night.
At this point, Zhang Jun’s European trip has come to an end. He has not taken any action to remove the News Hall, Blood Hand Hall and other institutions established by Shengjiao in Europe, because this structure is controlled by Gu Lingxu and Xiaoqiang, and removing them outweighs the gains. This time, his actions were not as fierce as expected, instead he played a few dark moves that were calm. However, these dark moves will be delayed in the future, which will be far more than the ten moves of the sword. Lethal.
In this way, Zhang Jun returned home immediately and appeared in the country the next day. Hei Ba 郎 this "agent" has long been impatient to wait. As soon as he appeared, he immediately put a pile of future plan materials in front of him, and said with excitement: "The operation during this period was very successful! Next, we should zoom in on the move!"
"What big trick?" Zhang Jun asked inexplicably.
Hei Ba郎 triumphantly said: "Some time ago, your double was fully exposed for you, and the effect was very good. You can now go out and inquire about it. Everyone knows that you are Zhang Jun. A great philanthropist, a great hero, and a great person, your reputation is already big enough. But a good reputation alone is not enough. Next, you need to get something affordable."
Zhang Jun said: "Don't sell Guanzi, just tell me what to do."
"Spend money." Hei Ba said, "Don't the major systems under Tianxing Charity all have plans? I want you to intensively implement these plans, so that the people and the world can see your determination and sincerity, and see your great love. And Daren."
Zhang Jun fell silent. Tianxing Charity did have many plans in preparation, such as the Tenglong Plan to help poor students successfully complete their studies, the sunset plan to help the widows and widows survive their twilight years, and the plan to help families who lost their only reborn children. The fund-raising and house-building plan for small and low-income families to buy a house at the cost of buying a house, the plan to provide children with nutritious breakfast for free in remote mountainous areas and backward rural areas, etc.
These plans are all proceeding step by step, but the specific circumstances have not been announced, because the implementation of these plans requires a lot of energy and money. Tianxing Group does not have the ability to proceed at the same time and must come one by one. Now Hei Ba 郎 asks to release all these news, so Zhang Jun hesitates.
Hei Ba 郎 said: "At present, Tianxing Group is fully capable of carrying out these projects at the same time. Believe me, it will be an explosive news to release them all, and the whole world will be shocked."
Zhang Jun glanced at him: "Let's let it go. Money shouldn't be a problem. Tianxing Charity has sufficient reserves. The money I earned some time ago can also be used." After he said, he narrowed his eyes, "What am I? It feels like you are trying to push me to the altar?"
Hei Ba 郎 "hehe" smiled: "Because you have the capital, you will find that this is a good thing when you are on the altar."
Although Zhang Jun had doubts in his mind, he could see Hei Ba's wicked way of God, he knew that he would not be able to ask anything, so he simply didn't ask.
In the afternoon, Zhang Jun replaced his stand-in and held a press conference in Tianxing Building. Hundreds of media around the world were present, and national TV stations broadcast live. This is definitely a treatment that can only be enjoyed by a world-class event. The identity of home did it. At the press conference, he put out the plan of Tianxing Charity and shocked the audience. The reporters asked questions like crazy, and Zhang Jun chose to answer several questions.
"Excuse me, Mr. Zhang, judging from your past actions, it seems that the money in your hands will never be spent. Is Tianxing Group very profitable?" An American female reporter asked, which is also a public question. Why is this great philanthropist so rich? Isn't he the richest man in the world?
Zhang Jun smiled slightly and said: "Tianxing Charity is only a branch of Tianxing Group, but Tianxing Group cannot control Tianxing Charity, because it is operated independently and is subject to public supervision. As for the funds of Tianxing Charity, A small part was donated by the people, and most of it was funded by myself.
The American female reporter immediately asked: "Then Mr. Zhang, in the ranking of the world's richest people last year, you were ranked 22nd. They think your assets are only 50 billion U.S. dollars. What's your comment? The dollar seems to be difficult to support the behemoth Tianxing charity, right?"
Zhang Jun shook his head: "To be honest, I don't know how much money I have. What I am thinking about is how to make every penny more meaningful. But the so-called ranking list, I think it is not accurate."
At this time, another reporter hurriedly asked: "Mr. Zhang, it is rumored that your actual assets actually exceed one trillion U.S. dollars. Is this true?"
Zhang Jun was silent for a moment, and smiled: "One trillion is a scary number, but I think my assets should be reachable."
"boom!"
There was an uproar in the audience, one trillion dollars! How did he do that?
Zhang Jun added: "But that's just the market value of Tianxing Group. I definitely don't have that much cash."
"Then Mr. Zhang, what made you spend so much money in charity?"
Zhang Jun said calmly: "Money is just a string of numbers to me. It is only meaningful when it can benefit a country and the world. What I do is to make boring numbers meaningful. It’s that simple."
The audience burst into enthusiastic applause, the peripheral people who had received Zhang Jun’s favor and wanted to come to see Zhang Jun’s appearance were extremely excited. They clapped and shed tears, shouting Zhang Jun’s name loudly. In a trance, Zhang Jun felt a strange feeling deep in his heart. The "Dust Breaking Technique" taught to him by the mysterious expert on the third floor of the Black Prison involuntarily began to operate.
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