Huaxia Yanjing.

The flying car stopped, and Xiao Ming instructed the son of the Yan family to go straight to Yanjing.

On the way, I met several big people with bars on their shoulders, all of whom didn't give themselves a good look, snorted coldly, turned around and left, obviously still angry with themselves who provoked a world war.

In other words, people are not very interested in themselves.

What a chosen one, what a cultivator, it sounds very powerful, but it can only bluff the ordinary people, under the covering firepower, everything is scum!

The group of bats that had a lot of fun a while ago weren't they running around the world being chased and killed by countries all over the world? Until now, which bat still dares to appear in people's field of vision?

Xiao Ming shook his head with a wry smile and walked towards the place.

are all big people who are stomping their feet, and the whole Yan Kyoto is going to shake, where do they dare to provoke?

The guard in front of the door stomped his feet and gave Xiao Ming a military salute.

Xiao Ming was taken aback, and then smiled bitterly, forgetting that he was also a fucking big man.

Not surprisingly, the biggest man in the country has already gone to the global conference on the law of the Chosen One, and is not in the country.

However, some of the things that were said to the white-haired old man were the same.

The room is very simple, there is no large sofa hundreds of meters, no shining crystal glass chairs, an ordinary mahogany table, and a somewhat old mahogany chair.

Although I have to admit that I have become a big man who doesn't know how big it is, I will never dare to touch this chair.

Of course, I don't have the desire to touch it, and I don't know how big a big person I am in front of me, which has made me feel anxious.

The interior of the house is also simple and sleek, with a yellowed old painting with a few bamboos drawn with ink pens on it, and a line of small letters next to it.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. "Wind and bones are like swords.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

I didn't let myself wait too long, and before the cup of hot tea was finished, the white-haired old man hurried over.

The white-haired old man was busy.

The white-haired old man entered the house, first poured himself a cup of hot tea, it was not too hot, he drank two cups of coo, took a long breath, and before Xiao Ming could open his mouth, he began to complain.

I've been busy for hundreds of years, but I've never been so busy.

The dragon team has just been formed and needs to manage the training on their own.

The bats may enter the country at any time to commit a bloody crime, and they need to go on their own patrols around the world.

Brother Ming, what kind of conference did you go to with the little rabbit cub of the Yan family, these big people in the country who stomped their feet, and Yanjing City had to tremble, all of them needed to protect themselves.

Moreover, recently it has been a nuclear bomb and a war, and Huaxia is on the cusp again, Brother Ming, you pat your ass, Brother Ming, I don't mean anything else.

I'm Brother Ming, you went to the United States to carry out a mission, your whereabouts are unknown, and the whole world seems to have turned upside down, this one is clamoring to fight Huaxia, and the other is clamoring to send troops to sanction you, Lao Tzu, I am ...... Brother Ming, I don't mean anything else.

I mean, old man, I haven't blinked for a week......

The white-haired old man sighed and sat down on the ordinary wooden chair, which immediately made an overwhelming "squeak" sound.

So, the white-haired old man just muttered and complained, and under Xiao Ming's gaze, he simply closed a pair of tired eyes and snored.

Xiao Ming looked at the old man in front of him with a wry smile, with short snow-white hair, which stood up like needles, making it easy to forget that this was an old man who had been working hard for hundreds of years.

Xiao Ming took off the coat that the black widow gave him before parting and draped it on the white-haired old man. In September, Yanjing has begun to feel a little cool.

I don't know why, Xiao Ming actually walked to the door leisurely, sat on the threshold with his ass, reached into his butt pocket and touched it, and took out a Mi Guo cigarette that he had never heard of before.

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