Chapter 9 10 Yuan "There is a call from the Future City, and it is necessary to convene a meeting of the twelve major clans..."
"What conference?"
"I didn't say it. But what dad meant was that he wanted to participate in that conference. But you have to know that Dad is in charge of the Wen family now, but he is not qualified to participate in the conference of the twelve major clans because he does not have a seal... .”
As Zhang Xianqu said this, he couldn't help but look at Wen Qiao, but he met Wen Qiao's creepy eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile.
"Are you finished?" Wen Qiao asked.
"Ah?" Zhang Xianqu couldn't react.
"Let's go after that. Also, tell Guan Wei that I will return to the Wen family in a few days. By the way, when will the conference be held?"
"Two months later..."
"enough."
Two months was enough for her to take care of Shangguan Wei.
After Zhang Xianqu left the rental house, he took two steps and paused.
My brain exploded, and an indescribable cold feeling penetrated from my back into my bones.
That pen... Damn it, he was actually hypnotized! A trace of annoyance flashed across his gentle eyes, and a hint of sinisterness quietly emerged from his eyes.
Wen Qiao......
……
After Zhang Xianqu left, Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but thank his richest senior sister again.
Infinite Life Lord!
Thanks to the richest senior sister for her careful cultivation.
In the 22nd century, the Chinese mainland has entered the Age of End of Dharma. As one of the five ancient hermit sects, Futianque is the poorest then, Futian Palace was in a corner, and its existence was almost forgotten by people, so let alone cultivation and survival, just being alive was already pretty good.
In order to support the disciples, senior sister Wen Sui went down to start a business. It must be said that the possessor of the metal power is really awesome. Not only can he quickly find the treasures of heaven and earth, but he is also very sensitive to financial wealth. In the two years since he came out, senior sister Wen Yiyi became one of the top ten richest men in mainland China. After that, he brought people from his school down to teach reading (understanding the world), go to university (with a diploma), and learn technology (combination of science and metaphysics)...
This hypnosis technique was learned at that time, but Wen Qiao didn't learn it very well. He could only improve this technique by adding mental bewitchment to the hypnosis of this, Wen Qiao needs to go back to Tianshan to have a look. He doesn't know what Futian Que will look like in the future the junior sisters and the others...well, I'll go back and take a look after things are sorted out here.
After making the decision, Wen Qiao put the pen on the table, stood up and stretched, then picked up the mobile phone on the table and opened Weimo. There happened to be three information prompts.
Wen Qiao opened the information interface of the editor-in-chief.
Rookie: Bao, Bao, your writing is so good. I will arrange for you to be featured tomorrow.
Wen Qiao looked at the time and saw that it had just been posted. That means the novel she wrote would be first published tomorrow. After thinking about it, Wen Qiao replied.
The bridge is naturally straight from the bow: thank you.
I don’t understand why it is written that the boat will be straight from the bridge to the bow of the boat. Maybe it’s Internet fun, but I just think it’s fun! However, Wen Qiao still changed the name of Wei Mo to Qiao Que.
Just because Wen Qiao misses Futianque.
Wen Qiao read the messages from Han Liyao and Quanyao one after another. It probably meant that they had a competition. If Han Liyao won, Quanyao would bring her girlfriend here and tell everyone that Han Liyao was not Quanyao's. Quanyao emphasized that she should give herself a surprise.
In this way, Wen Qiao rushed to the competition venue before the game, and it was still the abandoned city with Quan Yao's energetic look, Han Liyao seemed absent-minded, and her delicate makeup could not hide the haggard look on her Yao seemed to have noticed this and raised her eyebrows to ask Han Liyao.
"Hey, Han Liyao, can you stay in this state?"
Han Liyao pursed her lips and said, "No problem."
Quan Yao: "Okay, just don't lose when the time comes." After a pause, Quan Yao suddenly smiled evilly. "Actually, if you want to see my girlfriend, just mention it. There is no need to come out to compete..."
Han Liyao glanced at Quanyao but said nothing.
At this time, there was a commotion in the stands.
"It's Meng De. Look, he changed his girlfriend again..."
"What's so surprising about this? What is Meng De's identity? Changing girlfriends is the same as eating."
"..."
Wen Qiao heard the sound and looked around, and saw a tall and strong man holding a woman in red around the waist appearing amidst the cheers and man named Meng De had short, fine hair, and his black hair was dyed white. It was scattered and sparse. What is most memorable is his appearance, deep facial features, blue eyes, and a proper foreign mixed race. .
The woman who was looking at Meng De's arms was wearing a long red dress, white skin, long golden-black hair, clear facial features, and blue eyes. She was also a person of foreign descent. However, what made Wen Qiao care was that The aura on this woman's body is somewhat similar to the aura of the zombie she encountered yesterday.
So, this is... 10 yuan! Wen Qiao's eyes were sizing up the woman in red for a moment, which made the woman in red look sideways and grinned at Wen Qiao with an arrogant and arrogant smile.
Wen Qiao: “…….”
10 yuan! "Qiao Qiao, wait for me, I'll give you a surprise later..." Quan Yao smiled kindly at Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao looked a little confused, but Wen Qiao didn't think much about it and watched Quan Yao and Han Liyao walk down. The audience stand and went to the competition venue.
The playing field is huge, comparable to one-fifth of the size of the past city.
People who enter the venue for the game will plan the route in advance, and then receive a sensor ball to stay with them. The small host robot will follow the ball holder according to their interest and take pictures. Like yesterday's game between Wen Qiao and Han Liyao, they used It's Han Liyao's induction ball.
Soon, the motorcycle set off. Wen Qiao looked at the projector emitting blue light and unconsciously looked towards where Meng De De was seen sitting carelessly on the audience stage, with his arms open, looking relaxed and comfortable, and the woman in red had disappeared.
Huh!What about 10 yuan!
Thinking to himself, Wen Qiao was secretly anxious and at the same time, his mental power spread outwards.
Don’t lose 10 yuan!
"Hey, comrade, who do you think will win between the two of them?" A big hand fell on Wen Qiao's shoulder, and a green male voice sounded in his ear. Wen Qiao did not withdraw his mental power, but looked at the screen and said seriously : "Han Liyao has good skills..."
A tall figure stood next to Wen Qiao. Wearing a gray sweater and dark gray casual pants, he looked at the big screen and smiled at Wen Qiao in a friendly manner after listening to Wen Qiao's words.
"You really have..."
"But she was too impatient."
You have... you have a vision, bah!
What the short-haired boy was about to say came to an abrupt end because of Wen Qiao's answer. He looked at Wen Qiao, and the corners of his smiling mouth became stiff.
Wen Qiao seemed not to notice and said to himself: "Quanyao's skills are relatively mature and not as fancy as Han Liyao's, so there is no doubt that Quanyao will win."
(End of this chapter)
