The pig-killing knife, frozen into an ice sculpture, is now lying on Yang Jian's desk, not moving at all.

"At that time, Sword God Soderos thought I was ugly and refused to leave a place for me in his famous swordshop."

"I was also afraid that the Yilong Sword would be excluded, so I didn't force it anymore."

The Blade of Slaughter recalled this old past and couldn't help but sigh.

"So", Yang Jian stared at it, "Are you interested in doing something big with me?"

The Pig Killing Killing hummed a few times, as if extremely reluctant.

"Human", it hesitated for a moment.

"I see, your thin body, it's okay to cut the fruit with a fruit knife."

"But, can you bear me?" asked Yang Jian jokingly.

"Haha!" Yang Jian laughed to the sky, not caring about it.

"What you need is not a peerless strong man," Yang Jian half-squinted his eyes.

"But someone who will play your strengths just right."

"Give you some time and think slowly." Yang Jian put his hand on the ice sculpture.

"It's nothing to look ugly these days, just be able to pack it."

The Pig Killing Knife was still there without saying a word.

"Working with me, you will become a more dazzling star than the Shadowless Sword - Arenault in a few years."

Yang Jian threw down this sentence and walked out of the office without looking back.

At this moment, on the streets of Huttonmar, the crowds were bustling, and the sunny weather made people feel particularly comfortable.

He called a carriage and Yang Jian sat on it.

"Go to the city hall", he handed over a few bills.

The coachman nodded to show his respect for this distinguished guest.

Today, he is going to the town hall to face a group of clothes and clothes - in his words.

Since the Battle of Jingpo Lake, some members of the parliament have taken advantage of the issue, and some even have raised proposals to impose sanctions on the Alchemy Guild.

Twenty minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of the town hall.

"Sir, the Speaker and the Members have been waiting in the hall for a long time."

A servant carefully helped him take off his coat.

It was not until he walked into the huge venue that Yang Jian realized that it was unique here.

The parliamentarians sat in the venue in a dense crowd, and they discussed at the top of their lungs, turning the parliamentary hall into a vegetable market for selling chicken, duck, fish and meat.

However, when Yang Jian entered the venue, the entire venue suddenly became quiet.

Some of the MPs stood up collectively with malicious intentions, whistling at him, and gesturing their middle fingers.

Then, the noisy sound drowned him and his mind was blank.

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly had a fantasy.

"Is this a nba stadium?"

Seeing a member of parliament making faces at him, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of a superstar in the NBA arena in his previous life.

His style of play is very elegant, which makes countless young people rush to imitate.

Once his passion was ignited, the entire arena became his performance.

However, in the later stages of his career, the troubles caused by injuries made him suffer from public criticism.

"Trecy", Yang Jian remembered this word that was silent in the years.

His eyes were now passionate, and his proud lips raised up in the face of the ridicule of the congressmen.

"McGrady, the uncrowned king on the field."

Yang Jian gradually raised his chest, and he walked on the red carpet with his head held high, as if he was inspecting his own team.

Gradually, the whole audience became quiet, and the spotlight flashed and hit him.
Chapter completed!