Wren was still a little moved.

As long as you answer the first question, no matter what happens in the future, even if you talk nonsense, 100 million is at your fingertips.

Even one more correct answer, a billion can be easily reached.

What the other party wants to ask, Wren also knows very well that when he finds himself during this period, he is nothing more than wanting to know something related to the gods.

To be honest, it doesn't hurt to reveal a little bit about some of the content, because all the gods he knows are gone, and it's impossible for ordinary people to see them.

But once these things are spoken, it will inevitably make some people have unrealistic illusions, want to find the gods, and want to obtain the power of the gods.

There are already quite a few people doing this kind of thing, and Wren doesn't want to add another fire, after a capital injection like this, the scale is not of an order of magnitude. If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, if you really let some people find something, it will be a big trouble.

For example, the owl idol in Ander, who knows if something like that will exist.

So Wren reluctantly refused in the face of the 10 million check and the 100 million at his fingertips: "Forget it, I can't collect this money." You also tell your boss that it's best to give up his thoughts, and that none of the people I know of who have been touched by those things have had a good death."

Well, I except, for the time being.

Before getting rid of this stunned young man who wanted to challenge himself, there were still no strange people in front of him.

Sidra sighed, "Even a duplicate doppelganger has no fate of its own. Speaking of that, thanks to this dead mantis, it's been a bit of a bad fun lately."

"He can think the worst, so what the hell is he looking for you?"

Looking at the back of Wren walking downstairs, the agent was also worried: would he really say his last words.

But that kind of cover-up actually made no small sense, because even my left eyeball was split into eight petals.

The woman in sunglasses handed the check to Hu Jie: "Your boss said that he told me something just now, and the 10 million was given to him." Please excuse me, that's his ......."

"He's the one from the Wild Card? Mr. Wren: Yes, I'm very sorry, Sidra didn't have a cold for two days, and he was comfortable, probably because it was convenient to meet people."

After that, I also saw some discussion about Sidra on the Internet, and before the Wild Card concert, Sidra held two more concerts in his own place, but I didn't think it had been in the public eye for a long time.

I persuaded myself to stay away from the gods, and it was reasonable to take the 10 million.... Right?

And what lay on the ground to find Hu Jie's hair that had fallen off, but I found it, and I got a small fan to blow it on Wren's head.

Hu Jie walked over to take a look, and found that my whole body, including my exposed arms and face, were wrapped in bandages, and I was covered tightly.

Wren followed what the agent said, found the eighth room on the seventh floor, knocked on the door, found that it was related, and retreated by himself.

Wren turned to leave, and after all that, the bathroom hadn't been there yet.

Wren was also strange, he remembered to let the security guard let him retreat, how could he tell the people around him.

Wren sat down next to me, "How do you feel now?"

The bad thing is that Sidra is delayed and the greeting is broken, but Wren allowed it to pass before he can explain his identity.

I was about to say, "It's going to be excused, that's what he deserves", but before I could say that, the check in my hand was seen, and when I came to my senses, I saw Wren on the other side sorting his clothes.

"Sidra asked you to come."

"I know, I'm involved in something, and it has nothing to do with time."

Sidra's voice was relatively unconfident, and he heard a sense of health: "It's not that I want to scold this dead mantis, it's the first time in your life that you've been so happy."

So who is that?

This "photo" must have the same personality as himself, and Wren is a little bit bad to imagine how I would feel when I encountered that kind of thing.

You get out of the way for Wren to step back and point in the direction of the stairs, "West

Della is on the seventh floor, and the stairs go past the eighth room."

"Challenge him!"

Then the man in sunglasses stopped me again, "Wait."

......

There is a long time when the door opens, and the person is the agent he has seen later.

Sidra lay under her chair and looked out the window.

"You don't have a heart."

Before getting into the car, Wren was finally relieved, looked for a car, and went directly to Sidra's residence.

It's because there are so few weirdos I encounter.

"Does it hurt?" Hu Jie's eyebrows raised: "He knows about this Yin Sen recently, right? I may have come across this "photo" of yours, and this "photo" of yours is not much different from his current situation. It seems that it is also how bitter it is."

How beautiful it must be to taste death.

"Nothing?"

It's not that the security guard seems to be paying attention to the recent news, it's that he knows Wren, and he quietly asked Wren if he was a lawyer, "Come to make a will for this little star".

The room is a study.

Rennes:......

As for me, it's hard to say whether those people are ailmented or not.

The other party said so, and Wren was naturally polite. The other party is willing to pay a billion yuan, God knows that this boss will spend a lot of money if he doesn't really look for gods or something, and he will send a few back if he says that he is destined to send a few.

Some of the entertainment news is that Sidra is suffering from a strange illness.

"Not eight things." Sidra smiled.

The man in sunglasses was still holding a check in his hand, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The agent closed the door, turned around and ran away, only to reopen it after a while, and apologized again: "I'm sorry, you know, he stepped back."

"Bad, thank you."

When Wren arrived in the area where Sidra lived, there were also fans who had heard a lot of news, holding various signs and banners, saying that Sidra would always be with him.

"Huh? He's waiting, I'm sorry."

The agent came up with a reason that had been made up a long time ago, and tactfully persuaded Wren, in fact, even you know what kind of illness Sidra has, and the other party is willing to see a doctor at all.

I suddenly didn't have a hunch that I was probably in a hurry for the wedding of the first captain. "That's thanks."

It wasn't until he got into the car that Wren was still dizzy - definitely because he had just collected 10 million.

"Why?"

waited for Wren to ask, but the other party spoke first, shouting in a very small tone, which was less than the one who was responsible for shouting slogans outside the morning exercise team:

It's also counted, because there are fewer discs under the shelves, and there is a guitar in the corner.

You saw that Hu Jie was also stunned, it is estimated that Sidra told you.

When he returned from the bathroom, Wren found that there was no longer a fat old man standing next to him, with two balls of meat hanging from under his face.

"Is it that slow?"

Wren looked at the other party with a look at Qiangzhi: "That's under the car!"

Wren said that I think it is less, it is not a friend who comes to visit Yishang, and the security guard is alive and dead.

After retreating from the district, I found the house where Sidra lived by the address and knocked on the door.

He was stopped by the security guards at the door.

Including singing and dancing behind me, uh, maybe singing and dancing, anyway, the whole person is jumping around next to me, and there are some things that Hu Jie understands outside his mouth.