Chapter 70 won't be him

Song Ci stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Yang's head.

"Well, it's good to know what you're wrong." The tone of that elder is really ...... I want to flip the table.

Then he looked at the pot of orchids in Song Ci's hand with open eyes.

"When will you learn to raise Huilan, when will you come to me?" Song Ci turned around and left.

Zhang Yang chased after Song Ci: "How can I contact you." ”

"Find a man in a suit."

The man in the suit who chased him out was stunned, looked at the clothes on his body, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Zhang raised his eyebrows: "Well, by the way, aren't you really considering joining our team?" The monthly salary is hundreds of thousands. ”

"No, no."

"Why?" It was still dispensable before, but now he is energetic, and he must fool this person into his team.

"I want to go to school."

Zhang Yang choked, indeed, most of their professional players are full-time, because the daily training time is very tight, and it is indeed not suitable for school students.

Zhang Yang watched Song Ci walk farther and farther away with the orchid, but his heart was a little itchy, the feeling was very strange, but it was impossible to ignore.

As soon as he turned around, he started calling.

"Hey, Linzi, help me buy a few books on raising flowers, preferably orchids, yes, right away."

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Walking around the corner, Song Ci put the pot of flowers that had not been sold into the system space.

And her mobile phone rang immediately, and an extra amount of 30 million appeared in the bank card.

Sure enough, he didn't panic when he had money in his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and Song Ci put the card away.

"Ding Ding, you say, shouldn't we pick a gift to thank Leng Hanyi?"

If she hadn't met Leng Hanyi, she wouldn't know what her life would have been like when she ran away from home and didn't have much money on her.

Just do it.

When he returned to the villa, the house was very quiet, and Song Ci came directly to the study and entered the game.

"Tintin help me calculate my current progress."

【Ding! Host, there are still thirteen days left before a month, and now that we are already emperors, we still need to arrange another 25 games to become gods. 】

And these forty-five games, although they are a drop in the bucket with the number of games that Song Ci has played before, but as the ranking gets higher and higher, the opponents encountered have two brushes, and now if you want to become NO.1, the difficulty is several times that of before.

And the number of games judged by the system is the probability that Song porcelain can become NO.1 in every field.

Song Ci moved his fingers, clicked on the game, and began to qualify.

A few hours passed before I knew it, and the sky outside was getting darker.

As soon as Song Ci stretched his muscles and wanted to forage for food, he heard a loud bang outside the house.

Song Ci cautiously opened the door and walked out, although the living room did not turn on the lights, but because today happened to be the fifteenth, the window was bright and the moon was full, and the moonlight cast was enough to illuminate the entire living room.

She stood at the door and looked around, and finally found Leng Hanyi lying on the ground at the door.

The abnormal bulge on his back, all the muscles are almost bulging out, even the green tendons on his neck and arms are bursting up, as if they are about to burst open in the next second, and it is very oozing to look at.

She frowned and took a few quick steps, trying to help the man up.

Bang...... As a thunderbolt sounded, Song Ci was about to touch Leng Hanyi's hand, and paused.

This scene...... Déjà vu.

What's more, the man in front of him ......

No, no, the man who tortured him all his life is dead, beaten to death by her own hands.