Chapter 671: Isn't this a coincidence! (Day 12 of 8, seeking monthly tickets!)

"What exactly is going on?" He Chen asked curiously.

"Get in the car first and then talk!" Seeing the taxi coming, Zhong Bai pulled He Chen into the car first, let the driver go straight to the police station, and only then answered He Chen.

"I heard from Shuci that it seems her boyfriend came to see her and insisted on pulling her to a hotel room to take a look, but she didn't want to go in!"

This is also what I told her, repeatedly reminding her, girls should have self-esteem and self-love!

Shuci did a very—

Daniel and Smith were angered by Jiang Rongyao's dirty words, and the two chased after Miyamoto Keiko even more vigorously.

However, he couldn't read music and couldn't tell how this song was, so he clicked on Ye Zhenzhen's a cappella directly.

Mo Yiqian laughed loudly when he heard this, not expecting Yue Ningyan to be so serious, but this vigilant idea was not bad.

At the same time, Huo Cang's eyes narrowed, and the phantom of the mountains behind him trembled violently, collapsing a large piece of gravel, as if something was waking up.

But I didn't know where the problem was; I just realized something was wrong, and this wrongness turned into strong uneasiness. I didn't know where it came from, but my intuition was telling me that Huang Jun had a problem.

But thinking that the remaining pastries wouldn't be taken back, he could slowly taste them after she left, so he became happy again.

She couldn't hear the words behind clearly, only feeling that her whole ears were about to explode. It turned out that it was just a gift prepared for her; she was really being sentimental.

They once thought that Xiao Ran could let her go, but they didn't expect that not only did he not let go, but he fell even deeper.

However, when seeing her, Xiao Captain was still surprised, because her right hand was in a thick plaster cast, and she didn't know how it happened.

And at the same time, the four skeleton puppets in front of him waved their hands rapidly, and suddenly, chain spear lights comparable to the full-strength blow of a peak Profound Spirit Realm cultivator appeared fiercely, slashing towards a place in the void.

Looking at Xue'er who was in a coma and dying, at this moment, Luo Tian finally let go, forcibly operating the blood poison, which came out from his index finger.

"Good! What I said just now includes your strongest strength, but this is just for practice. Some old foundations still cannot be exposed. Thinking about it this way, the mid-stage of the second level of the Yuan Liquid Period is just right for you to practice!" Demon Spirit praised.

However, Old Zhong was also sure that the Old Master would agree. Just looking at Steward Jia, who didn't even have the qualifications to step into the inner room, the Old Master would definitely agree, although he might agree very painfully.

The arched bridge was very high and long. A group of people walked on it, and the white clouds gradually sank to their feet, as if they were in the clouds. Looking down from the bridge, they couldn't see clearly, and couldn't see the bottom at a glance. Only white clouds floated under the bridge, but they could hear the murmuring sound of water under the bridge.

Took a deep breath, letting the cool air pass through the trachea and baptizing the burning lungs. Feeling the cold airflow, it was as if even the brain had become a bit clearer.

If you want to blame someone, blame the programmers who created Zhenruo; why did they create such a damn personality.

If they don't agree this time, in case Wang Hou starts a massacre again and directly clears his fleet, with Wang Hou's strange ability, Xi Wu probably also has to use his trump card ability.

"You did it on purpose, right? I mean, is the mortality rate high?" Yang Jian supported his forehead. Zhenruo blinked playfully, "You answer me a question first, and then I'll tell you."

Yue Jingyuan laughed muffledly, pulled off his tie and threw it aside, pulled her in front of him, his misty eyes swept across her face, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was suddenly withdrawn.

People came and went around, despite this, when they passed by Ange, they couldn't help but take another look.

Then, when he is old and can't turn over, and takes a nap by the stove recalling the past, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre. ===== CHAPTER 672 =====