Vol 2 Chapter 8: I never follow the rules

After the snow, the Changling became cold and cold. Even if the sky was no longer snowy, the snow between the roof tiles and the dark places was not easy to turn around. It eventually became harder and became a mixture of dusty ice shells. .
There are not many pedestrians in the prisons of God, and the snow on many walkways is difficult to remove. The deep and shallow footprints are imprinted on the light gray ice shells, and those who leave footprints do not know where they are. It has even added a gloomy atmosphere to the gods.
Occasionally, there were a few sounds that were blocked by the mouth, and even the screams were so screaming that the sound of sorrow was faintly coming out of the doorway of some houses, echoing in this place, and then disappearing quickly.
Chen Jian, who is dressed in a crimson robe, always looks like a decadent, and he walks slowly on the road where snow is difficult to melt. It feels like a pomegranate, making it difficult for him to The Daqin dynasty is associated with a high-powered dignitary.
The old and hoarse old servant who had been driving him had been waiting at the door of the Imperial Superintendent. He did not give any instructions. The old servant did not even make any gestures, just after he boarded the bus. Driving seems to be aimless in the streets of Changling.
Chen Jian, the sittingman of the simple car, squinted his head and seemed to have fallen asleep. However, at some point, he slowly raised his head and opened the curtain.
This carriage without any signs is marching into the shadow of a high wall.
As he opened the curtain, many of the heavens and the earth were silently ejected from his body.
Even a gust of wind did not bring up, a layer of crystal-like brilliance quickly gathered around his body, just like the formation of countless mirrors, reflecting the surrounding light.
He clearly wore a deep red robes, but even if there were people passing by, he only got the curtains as if they were being swayed by the wind, but he could not see him coming out of the carriage.
At this moment, he seems to be transparent.
Then he flew up in a fluttering way, crossed the high wall and fell into the courtyard.
The courtyard is a garden that has been dying under the winter snow.
Chen Jian first passed through the garden and walked into the corridor.
At this time, the crystal brilliance of his foreign exchange gathered slowly disappeared, and his figure was like a ghost, slowly revealing from the air.
He walked along the corridor and finally entered the backyard, stopping in front of a study.
He did not deliberately cover up his footsteps.
In this study, a middle-aged man sitting in a scholarly appearance, wearing a gray cotton gown, was originally grinding ink, what letter was being written, but because of the cold weather, the ink has not been completely opened.
The middle-aged man heard the strange footsteps, but he did not stop grinding, because even if he understood that this was an inexplicable visitor, in his eyes, only a very small number of people in the entire Changling can He poses a threat.
But how can a large number of great people who can pose a threat to him appear in front of themselves in this way?
So when the footsteps of Chen Jian’s foot stopped, he sneered arrogantly:
It’s cold outside, since it’s coming, don’t wait outside.

Hearing such words in the study, Chen Jian’s first color did not change at all. Even the extra movements did not. The book door in front of him was pushed away by the breath of his body.
The middle-aged man had slightly narrowed his eyes and was waiting to say something. However, when he saw the crimson robe of Chen’s head and felt the strange smell of decadence and haze, his proud face suddenly Cold.
"You...you are the superintendent of God..." The chill of his body continued to suffocate, causing his tongue to become stiff.
"I am."
Chen Jianshou spit out three words directly.
The middle-aged man must have no blood in his face.
"I know that you are a very special middleman." Chen Jian looked at him indifferently, slowly and clearly, and said very directly: "The practitioners in some of the military in the outer county also want to live a good life, and may be on the way. There are also countless places to spend silver, but when there is no war, they can't accumulate the battle, they won't get the reward, and they won't get the order. But they have good combat power, and some of them will do something. For the murder of people. Changling has some power, but it needs someone to help them kill some people, and it is best not to have a relationship with themselves."
Thinking of the legend of this mysterious god, the man in charge of the superintendent, the middle-aged man must sweat from his forehead and flow down his face, but he still sighs: "No matter what you say, I am with me." Nothing, because you can't have evidence."
"You said it is good, I have no evidence."
Chen Jian’s first cold eyes drooped down.
The middle-aged man suddenly realized what he was, his eyes were filled with incredible light, and a group of light in his hand burst forth like a rising sun, and it was very horrible, and the whole study was smashed. breath.
However, at this time, his mind suddenly became dizzy, and the horizon in front of him became blurred. Any movement of his body became extremely slow due to the faintness of his thoughts.
Chen Jian’s first deep red robe sleeve flew out a deep red sword light, and he spurred a thorn in his heart.
The mind of the middle-aged man must be instantly awake.
However, a little coolness spreads from his heart, and looks at the deep red sword light in the sleeve. The strength of his body also fades like a tide. The sun-like brilliance in his hand is only a line, unable to He is in the palm of his hand.
"why?"
The middle-aged man couldn’t understand what the legendary god’s supervisor had used in the first place. He could even let him go wrong in an instant. He couldn’t understand why there was no evidence at all. Next, the other party dared to kill himself directly.
"There is no reason." Chen Jian said indifferently: "You just don't understand me...because I never do things according to the rules."
The middle-aged man must sit down slowly with his heart, and he is extremely painful. He does not understand it. "You are the head of the gods, and you monitor the officials according to the laws of the Daqin. People like you do not follow the law. Isn’t it a more serious sin? If you don’t follow the rules, why are you killing me, why don’t you want to know something from my mouth?

"A person like us can stand in Changling only because it is loyal to the Daqin dynasty and His Majesty. It is not a crime." Chen Jian looked at him who refused to breathe. He said indifferently: "It is from your mouth." What I know, for those of you, is still not absolute evidence. What I need is to make the situation more chaotic... If someone is confused, I will make mistakes and let me catch."
The middle-aged man was more and more painful. He groaned and made a very strange voice from his throat. "Why is that me? Why is it me?"
"Because of your identity." Chen Jian looked at him blankly and said: "Because you are not a military person, even if you kill you, there will be no attention from the military, unless it is related to you. It is possible for the military to use the power of the military to trace this matter. He may want to know exactly where the forces have done this, and as long as he checks, I may know who he is."
The middle-aged man spit out the last breath from his throat and fell down on the desk, dying of pain.
In the body of Chen’s head, there was a strong world of strength, and his body once again became transparent in the air.
He crossed the high wall and walked transparently in the streets.
There were pedestrians walking along the way and did not notice his existence.
He walked through several streets and lanes, opened the curtain of the carriage that was still slowly moving, and sat in the carriage, as if nothing had happened.
Every day, he seems to be just riding the carriage of a deaf-mute servant, patrolling in the streets of Changling, occasionally issuing one or two orders, but nothing seems to be all day. do.
However, in the deep wall courtyard where he left, the middle-aged man who had fallen on the desk had a blood flowing more and more, and eventually spread the entire table, along the table. The corners are constantly flowing to the ground.
......
At the same time, Ding Ning was also in the carriage of the moving carriage.
At the beginning of Chen’s reign, he slowly turned his body around the world into nothingness, and then when he was thinking about things, he was still thinking about things.
Guanshan County in Guanzhong is no stranger to him.
The most wealthy and most powerful of Daishan County is the Fengjia.
And the family is also in the flowers on the wall in his wine shop.