Zhao Xiaoxiang is undoubtedly a well-informed Nabo.

At this moment, she was secretly watching the live broadcast and fishing in class, still thinking in her heart, if this Tokuwa III is real, then she, the great detective, can take her assistant Jack Cheng out for a wonderful adventure of the great detective, the kind of live-action version.

The only question is whether Tokuba III would be frightened if he knew about it.

She has also watched some strange thief type movies, and when she was young, she watched them with Zhao Cheng.

At that time, they were still young, and they couldn't help but complain, it seems that in this kind of movie, the strongest ones exist as background boards and do not appear at all.

As for now, that's understood, if it appears, the protagonist group and the villain group will be wiped out on the spot.

Zhao Xiaoxiang's thinking diverged at the moment, from the strange thief, he quickly thought of those evil organizations overseas, and thought that Zhao Cheng seemed to be traveling overseas recently, so the question is, will Zhao Cheng travel and travel, and directly become the boss of those organizations? ! It seems to have been on TV.

She thought about a TV series she saw in her early years, called Accidental Inheritance of the Mysterious Organization, and the Sword Saint turned out to be me.

Her tablemate, Yang Shiyun, is doing the same thing with her at the moment.

And while reading, she was still writing in the notebook.

"Wait, the strange thief still doesn't show up?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang saw it, and also wrote a line.

"Is there such a possibility, the strange thief is stuck in a traffic jam on the road?"

"I think the traffic situation in Isa City is worrying today!"

Yang Shiyun brushed a few strokes and drew a startled kitten expression to show shock, this is really an unimagined road.

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On the other hand, Zhao Dong, who is also in his third year of high school, is trying to listen to the lectures, not because he is so determined, but because his family is becoming more and more strict with him.

His father and mother, the company is not very much in charge at the moment, not only does it not expand its business, but it is shrinking, and as for the extra energy, it is all on him, so that he will not go crooked unconsciously.

As far as the ideological and moral classes are concerned, at home, it can be said that he is a small class in three days and a large class in five days, and he vows to cultivate him into an all-round talent with morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor.

The only problem is that he just wants to lie flat.

In the past few years, his mind has changed rapidly, in the early years, he still liked to appear in front of people, and gained the shock and envy of his friends, but now he is numb, just that, the body of a teenager, the heart of dozens of years, look down on the situation in the world, he has no great interest in everything, and he has no worldly desires.

He felt that he was old, that he had no interest in the things that young people liked, and that he was surrounded by little kids.

Blame the thief or something.,That's what children like.,He Zhao. My lord. Dong, is already different from those little kids, now, he prefers to drink tea for health, some time ago, it was wolfberry barley tea, but he was beaten by his parents after being discovered, and now he has changed back to boiled water, but it is not a big problem.

He just felt that he had to look like an adult.

Unmoving, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai is the demeanor of adults.

Didn't you look at him, he has such a deep appearance, even the class flowers in the class, do you look at him a few more times?!

In the early years, he felt that there would be some stories between them, but now, he is different, and has become the man she will never get.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but think of the cry he used to cry in the sunset, which was his lost youth.

Regarding this matter, Zhao Cheng's uncle and aunt even contacted Zhao Cheng specifically and asked him to see if Zhao Dong had any psychological problems.

In short, listening to the classmates around him whispering and chattering, discussing strange thieves or something, he just felt that it was boring, and with this time, it was better to stay for a while, as for listening to the lecture, there is no difference between being in a daze and listening to the lecture on the surface.

In fact, he was also curious, why

Many of his classmates assume that he is listening carefully in class?!

Thinking about it, his thinking diverged, and he suddenly thought of the crimson sky cherry set in the world, and once again felt that Zhao Xiaoxiang was a real dog, and he had more krypton than the other party, but he just couldn't draw it.

Sad......

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Time passed bit by bit, and the rain became heavier and heavier, at this time, not to mention the people at the scene, even those who watched the live broadcast, couldn't help but give birth to the fact that Deyu III would not be cowardly, and he saw the security of the Carmen Group, so he didn't dare to come.

And at this moment, suddenly there was a melodious reverberation music, coming from every corner of the city, and finally intertwined, mixed with the sound of rain, the tone from low to high, from slow to urgent.

At first, the tone seemed to be telling ancient stories in a leisurely tone, light and dark, strong and weak, death and rebirth, thousands of years, the past became history, history became legends, legends became myths, and in the years, the sea turned into dust.

But suddenly, a turn, the tone is exciting, from the story, to war and blood, man and god, it seems that there are mortals raising their swords, swinging down the blade of the god of slaughter, leaving behind the legend of the gods, there is an iron horse Jingo, swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there seems to be countless blades colliding, countless people cheering, cheering the same name.

Then, the whole world suddenly darkened, and it seemed that the whole city was powered off at this moment, and the world returned to the dark age when the electric light was not invented, but it was only a moment, and the next moment, the whole city lit up again, and countless or quaint or gorgeous cards, from the sky dome, accompanied by heavy rain.

"Hello, I'm Tokuwa III!"

At the top of the square, above the head of a statue, a figure wearing a white dress and a mask suddenly appeared.

Its voice, from the speakers that had been hacked into one by one, as well as the many speakers prepared in the later arrangement, mixed with passionate tones, vibrated people's brains.

After that, he opened his arms, and his figure became a thousand times larger at this moment, and suddenly turned into a giant standing up to the sky, but everyone on the scene knew that this giant was just a projection.

The top of the statue's head is the body.

Although I know that it is a projection, the atmosphere created by the combination of sound and light on the scene makes the huge projection still give people a sense of shock at the moment of appearance.

"Now, I'm going to tell you a secret, there's magic in the world."

In the next moment, all the rain began to flow backwards, no longer falling, but rising.

In an instant, everything was silent.

Many people who looked down on the movement below through the live broadcast screen, and even on the top of the tall building, were stunned for a moment, and only a few people reacted immediately, this is not magic, but a visual error.

It's the power of strobe lights!