Poor Xi Xi

Chapter 870 Mr. Lanqi's Typical Passing Interview

Beside the road, Lan Qi and Talia were still clinging to each other.

"Tata, are you cold?"

Lan Qi asked, seemingly puzzled.

Talia took a deep breath, slowly loosened her hands on Lan Qi's back, but still let him hold her, like a delicate doll, unmoving.

In the past, she would have threatened Lan Qi, telling him to keep holding her if he dared.

But today, she was determined.

Yan Jinbiao, Zhao Wuyou, and Xu Liancheng immediately rushed south, while Xu Chengfeng, Qin Shengyuan, and the others were still chasing closely behind.

Traditional, realistic thinking and the new era ultimately collided, like two trains leaving the station at the same time. Everyone had to choose whether to stay on the original track or embark on a new journey.

This is why, when something happens, the high-ranking people who are momentarily powerful are precarious, while the families remain firmly rooted.

Qi Yundong didn't have time to appreciate such a shocking feeling; he had already begun to teach this giant crocodile a lesson.

The next day, Shi Jin Yan and He Xiang took the remaining persimmon cakes from the residence to the shop early in the morning.

Ghidorah came from the realm of the Ancient Gods. Most Ancient Gods possess the ability to erode the spirit. Even the deities of the God Realm, as long as their will is weak, can still be controlled by the power of the Ancient Gods.

Shi Qinghuan wiped her mouth and saw Wei Yunchen's exquisite face turn completely black. She chuckled dryly and used the paper she used to wipe her mouth to wipe his clothes.

The tense crowd instantly calmed down because of Feng Xian's words. Some even pulled the person next to them, striking a pose of brotherhood, just to make Feng Xian smile.

Li Lan ate with oil dripping from her mouth, devouring everything like a whirlwind, finishing a table of meat in no time, leaving only a few side dishes.

As Zheng Chen walked, he observed the situation at the edge of the Blood River. This sword formation was indeed magnificent. Going straight up from here along the Blood River, the entire area within several thousand meters was within the scope of the sword formation.

He had already lost by half a move, but he was not reconciled at all. He still wanted to fight Wang Erhei to the end.

At today's wedding, many foreigners would come to participate. Sun Buqi wanted to familiarize himself with them in advance and invite them to participate in the upcoming campus event. Li Xin, the event organizer and fluent in French, was also dragged over to temporarily act as a French translator.

At this moment, everyone remained silent, choosing to give space to the siblings, not wanting to spoil the atmosphere. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

She heard her father describe the customer and realized that she had met the buyer at least twice and had two opportunities to stop them, but she had missed them all.

"After all, Daxing City was only established not long ago, and many things are not convenient to resolve here. How about this, I think Chang'an City, as an ancient city with thousands of years of history, is much more convenient than Daxing City in every aspect. You two will be responsible for resolving the relocation of the capital. What do you all think?" Chen Fan suddenly asked.

His current Saint Realm master level only allowed him to enter and exit twice a day. He had entered once in the cave of Phoenix Cry Mountain to avoid the old man's attack, and had just entered again, reaching the daily limit.

These things were like a tangled mess in her heart. Every time she went back to her parents' home, it added another layer of stress to her.

"Yes, Father." Although Meng Xuanlang didn't know why the Shu Emperor had suddenly become so serious, he obediently knelt on the ground.

"Mi Mi, I'm so hungry." The man's eyes were as deep as the sea, but they flickered with the flames of desire.

"What a good kid, so busy with missions, still thinking about visiting an old man like me." Old Tang patted his revolver.

While listening to the boss's introduction, Lin Peng looked at the various styles of bass guitars on the wall. He suddenly picked up a fire-red bass, strapped it on, and really liked it.