The Spring Festival is nonsensical and undisciplined, and I wish everyone a good meal, a happy festival, the Year of the Horse taking off, and the sun and the moon are auspicious!)

The different historian approached Luo Xuan with a smile: Xuan Cao, be your own junior child, what do you think?

Luo Xuan (said slowly): You know that I will be a god emperor in the future, right?

Historian (displeased): 。。。。。。 This is the default setting on the infinite diagram, and I can also discuss it with the great Brahma...

Luo Xuan: You know that I am destined to become the God Emperor, and you are just a different historian.

Alien Historian: 。。。。。。 Xuan Cao, but there is something to say?

Luo Xuan: 。。。。。。。

Alien Historian: 。。。。。。

(The two looked at each other silently for a long time, and Xuanhuan's two qi stirred and agitated around the two of them, and they went back and forth in the blink of an eye)

Luo Xuan: Do you remember the trip to Shanghai?

Alien Historian: 。。。。。。 Isn't it just that the small traders leave work early!

Luo Xuan (brushed the dust on his sleeve, and the picture in the sea rising flat city on the Wuji map immediately unfolded):

In the east of the city, the casino of Cassino was full of sound and singing, and a city god hawker suddenly shouted excitedly:

I won!!I won 30,000 yuan in a slot machine!!I don't work for a month, I want to go on vacation!!

A line of small lines of true light suddenly appeared on the screen of the slot machine:

Use this game, the top 3,000 can get 30,000 RMB, solo fun is not as good as crowd fun, you go to the City God Temple to announce the news, tomorrow at the resort airport, you will win the star Bake $50 million global anniversary award.

The peddler howled, told his son to watch the slot machine, and ran all the way out of Cassino, looking for a taxi and making a phone call:

Come on, come on, buddies are coming to Cassino in the east of the city! Lao Paper just made 30,000 yuan! There is a slot machine。。。。。

It was 6 o'clock in the evening, the news spread all over the City God Temple, less than 6:30, the whole temple went to the empty building, abandoned like a ghost city.

The different historian hurried over: What is the situation? What about the people? What about the big night market? It's not even 7 o'clock!!

Hua Geshen (bowed his head and said deeply): There must be something strange about this matter.

Xiao Yueshen (looking around): There is no one left, can you still buy Tao Xun?

Alien Historian (gritting his teeth): No! Let's take a look everywhere, there must be shops still open! Today, we have to buy our army's ancient painted pottery Xun!!

The city went around for 2 hours, the crows were wandering, the night breeze was strange, the shops were all closed, don't say Tao Xun, and I didn't even see a yo-yo that was placed outside to attract customers.

The different historian came to the Bund River with a look of amazement, climbed to a high place, and sighed majestically at the lights on the other side: How can this be? Why is it tonight?

Chinese Song, Joyful God (。。。。。。 ）

The picture of the infinite map was closed, and he "snapped" and flew to the illusory realm to recharge.

Luo Xuan said quietly: How, God releases his own pigeons, does it taste good?

Alien Historian: 。。。。。。 I'm not afraid!

Luo Xuan slowly looked at the different historian, his eyes were like an abyss: The days are still long, there is always something you are afraid of.

The Alien Historian (sweating profusely, two dark horror words stabbed into his mind):

Jack bauer.

When the official of the different historians boarded, his body fell to the ground, and his body collapsed like a pendulum: the nest poked!

(The Spring Festival is nonsensical and undisciplined, I wish everyone a good meal, a happy festival, the Year of the Horse takes off, and the sun and the moon are auspicious!)