Chapter 29 The Glorious Past
For Jiang Yi, this is simply a great shame in life.
Destroyed his cognition and worldview.
There is someone in this world who dares to beat him! ! !
The prince's face was livid with anger in the hospital, and the little nurses along the way who became crazy when they saw Jiang Yi's face were scolded and sent away one after another.
The whole hospital was suddenly filled with the miserable complaints of the little nurses.
"Have you found his information?"
Jiang Yi grabbed Ji Moyin's collar and asked.
"I've found it, I've found it, I've found it a long time ago." Ji Moyin hurriedly handed him the phone, "The person I passed on to him is an ordinary senior high school student with no father or mother. He lives with his uncle and aunt, but he seems to be the same as himself. My uncle and aunt had a falling out and moved out yesterday to live by themselves."
Jiang Yi looked at the information, his expression gloomy and scary.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiang Yi is definitely not in a good mood now, but Ji Moyin still had to carefully remind him: "I don't think you have a chance of winning if you come to the door alone. There were so many of us yesterday... at least stay down. I didn’t even stop anyone for half the time. The gangsters like them also went out to cause trouble yesterday, and they were all...beaten up..."
Ji Moyin said the last sentence with some difficulty.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that such a person with such powerful fists and kicks existed in a place like this.
The main reason is that they are from the Imperial Family and have bodyguards who are almost invincible.
But they are all very rare elite talents. Who would have thought that they would be found in a place like this?
He is still an ordinary senior in high school.
Jiang Yi was not stupid. Hearing this, he laughed ferociously: "Call Uncle Tao from the imperial capital!"
"You want to touch your special guard just to beat someone up?"
Jing Liming, who was sitting next to him watching the news, couldn't stand listening anymore. "As for? There are so many ways to touch him. Squeezing him to death is like squeezing an ant."
"Of course! When I was beaten, it was not you who were beaten! If I don't accept it, I will fight back!"
If you can't defeat it yourself, you must find helpers to take revenge!
Ji Moyin, Jing Limingxiao: "..."
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Jun Ci naturally knew that he was being monitored.
Gulu had already told her the other party's background.
It's really amazing.
But she is not worried about this, and it is not impossible for her to escape. The opponent who can be punished before escaping is absolutely uneasy.
It's just that the other party doesn't make any movement now, so she doesn't make any movement either.
The video produced by Gulu is finally ready.
"Your Highness, Gulu's video has been successfully produced. The first video is based on the 10,000 words of your novel. You can see how it turns out. Gulu will make detailed modifications based on Your Highness's opinions."
"kindness."
Jun Ci nodded, and Gulu turned the video into a projector and presented it in front of Jun Ci.
The novel written by Jun Ci is set in her future era, so many buildings related to humanities and history, Gulu grabbed directly from the database.
Jun Ci often sees this and doesn't feel anything about it.
The main content of the novel is the story of a general's illegitimate son, struggling and struggling in life in a small city in the empire, and then counterattacking all the way.
Because there is no real-person template, a CG video model close to a real person is directly used.
The protagonist is a face generated by Gollum himself based on data.
At the beginning of this video, the protagonist appears in this city in the empire.
Here will be the starting point for the protagonist's life transformation!
The huge battleship that appeared in the sky and the magnificent scale of the planet were all extremely real and familiar after Gulu restored it.
As Jun Ci looked at it, he couldn't help but think of his past.
His own glorious past that can never be returned to.