Chapter 121 Rich People Really Know How to Play

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Then, the atmosphere at the table became a little weird. The two of them ate breakfast in silence, while there was a bastard next to him jumping back and forth in the living room, singing loudly that a frog turned into a prince.

After eating breakfast, both Wang Yan and the little ferret were terrified and trembling.

Fortunately, after breakfast, the Holy Maiden of Light wiped her lips and said, "Wang Yan, thank you for your hospitality. I had a great time this day. It's almost time. I'm going to the international airport, and then go straight back to Sanctuary. Your Majesty will report on the mission process this time."

After a pause, she said, "Because it's not easy to fly around in this city, I would like to ask you to take me to the airport. The members of the Guardian Knights have already been ordered to wait at the airport early. "

This is of course no problem, Wang Yan was secretly happy.

Staying with this holy maiden of light, Wang Yan always felt an extremely strong pressure.

So after he pretended to hold back a few words, he happily went downstairs and drove the saint to the airport.

After leaving the gate of the community, Wang Yan thoughtfully bought a lot of steamed buns and steamed buns for her to put in a space necklace, saying that she would take them back for the Pope and the bishops to try.

Then he went all the way to the airport. As for Brother Lang, according to the hint from the Holy Maiden of Light, the effect of the spell is one hour. In this way, Wang Yan didn't bother to care about him, so let him continue to dance and sing at home.

In ancient times, blaspheming the Holy Maiden of Light was a capital offense, and he was lucky not to be burned to death.

But now it is past 8 o'clock in the morning, which is the peak working time in Huahai City. And Huahai City is estimated to be one of the most congested cities in the entire galaxy.

Wang Yan was driving the white Bentley from the work unit, and was blocked on the road, tightly packed.

In the case of a traffic jam, even the Pope himself is useless.

Suddenly, Wang Yan saw something loose in front of him. When I stepped on the accelerator and wanted to insert a needle, the brother in the car next door rolled down the window and begged: "Brother, you can do it. If you go further, I will have a heart attack because of you." .You keep this luxury car. There are old and young younger brothers. I really can’t afford to pay for it.”

Everyone has talked about this, so it's not easy for Wang Yan to bully others. He smiled politely at him and stepped on the brakes.

Who would have thought that buddy suddenly kicked the accelerator and sprinted from the front of Wang Yan's car with a "swoosh", then nimbly slid around in the slow traffic flow, gradually drifting away, and even stretched out his hand to wave Say goodbye to Wang Yan.

What the hell!

Wang Yan delayed for a while, then was blocked again. It made him angry for a while, and he knew how to block it. The helicopter was transferred from the unit to send the saint.

Even Xiaoxue, who was nestled on the co-pilot, got annoyed, jumped onto the instrument panel, and gave the other party a middle finger from a distance through the glass.

"Wang Yan... It's almost too late for the flight path we applied for. This delay and re-applying for the flight path will bring a lot of trouble to the international airport." The Holy Maiden of Light frowned slightly in the back seat and said, "Or I will Use your wings of light to fly over, and you can deal with it yourself in the news later."

Uh... how to deal with this?

Now that China's self-media is so developed, it doesn't take long for a little trouble to spread throughout China. Do you think this is your sanctuary?

Your aunt was in a hurry, so she spread her wings and flew into the sky. After enjoying herself, she turned around and patted her ass and left like a normal person.

How can we clean up the mess of the State African Bureau? And most of the work will be on his own head.

No, we must not let her fly around. Wang Yan's mind turned, and he gave several directions, and finally parked the car in front of an electrical shop on the side of the road.

The shopkeeper rushed out, wanting to get angry and drive people away. But look at that luxury car, and look at Wang Yan, who is about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses, and the bulging and explosive muscles under the T-shirt.

He swallowed the curse words automatically and consciously, and smiled a little forcedly: "Brother, I didn't offend you, did I? Your car parked here will affect my business."

"Well, I work for a government unit, and there is no way to send foreign guests to the airport. Please help take care of this car, and my unit will come to pick it up later." Wang Yan took out his wallet, remembering that all the cash had been given to the waste elder brother. I had no choice but to swipe my card at the Tobacco Hotel next door and give it to the owner.

The shopkeeper looked at Wang Yan, and then at the very beautiful saint with blond hair and blue eyes. After taking the cigarette, he patted his chest and said, "Brother, don't worry about being busy. I'll put a bench at the door to watch over the car for you, so that you won't be scratched." As he spoke, he still winked at Wang Yan .

Uh, not what you think.

But Wang Yan didn't bother to explain, so he notified the logistics department of the bureau. Wandering around in the small alley, he rode out on his dusty 28 stick.

The little ferret hadn't gone for a ride on a bicycle for a long time, so he got into the basket and jumped up and down, very happy.

"Crack!"

Wang Yan patted the back seat and said triumphantly, "Your Excellency, I promise there will be no traffic jams along the way."

The Bright Maiden's expression froze for a moment, and after staring at the car for five seconds, she sat tremblingly in the back seat, and put her hands on Wang Yan's waist subconsciously.

Wang Yan resisted the strange feeling and kicked the stirrup hard. The incomparably solid 28 bars were wobbling, swishing forward.

The owner of the electrical appliance shop was left alone, and cast envious and admiring eyes from a distance: "These days, rich people have endless ways to pick up girls."

"Is this really that car?" The Holy Maiden of Light was on the back seat, touching this side and pinching that side, and said in amazement, "So this car belongs to you."

"Huh? Your Excellency, the Holy Maiden, still recognizes this 28th!?" Wang Yan rode a bicycle, quickly darting back and forth in the traffic, causing a lot of envy.

Xiaoxue was even more proud, every time she passed a car, she would cast a proud look at them. It seems that we are not riding a broken bicycle, but a big plane.

"Of course I recognize it. Your Majesty was so angry that she stayed in seclusion for three years because of this car." The Holy Maiden of Light said with a faint sigh.

squeak~

Wang Yan was so startled that he almost rear-ended a Mercedes-Benz, but fortunately, his reaction speed was superhuman, and he slammed on the brakes and drove in with a beautiful tail flick. My heart is still pounding, are you kidding me? Just this broken bicycle, can the Pope be so angry that he will retreat for three years?

This is too powerful! ?

"Your Excellency, let's chat about gossip." Wang Yan became excited when he heard about his beloved car and its glorious history.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's all in the past." The Holy Maiden of Light said with her legs swaying and her hands supporting Wang Yan's waist, "At the beginning, several peerless masters, including the Pope, fought for a piece of heaven and earth. Iron, beating in the dark, no one can do anything about it. In the end, Lord Yanzun played a trick in the end, saying that since there is no winner, he will refine the piece of meteorite, and everyone will share it equally in the end."

"Uh...could it be possible that Master Yan Zun swallowed that piece of meteorite?" Wang Yan was a little sweaty, our Lord Yan Zun seems to be very good.

"It's fine if you swallow it all by yourself. If Your Majesty and the other two masters join forces to force you, even Master Yanzun can't fight three against one, and you will definitely hand it over obediently." The Holy Maiden of Light said with a bit of resentment in her tone. Said, "However, Master Yan Zun used that extremely precious piece of magical meteorite to forge an ugly bicycle and a rough and ugly war hammer. It is simply a waste of money to not even engrave the magic circle." And what's even more sad is that once the magical meteorite is extracted and condensed again, it will be permanently fixed and never damaged."

"Uh, hehe..." Wang Yan turned his head and cast a sympathetic look at her, but he was secretly happy. Doesn't that mean that his warhammer and bicycle are the strongest things in the world?

Baby, as expected of a baby.

In fact, if it really becomes a divine weapon, Wang Yan reckons that it will definitely not be his turn to use it. It's still as good as it is, no one wants to use it, and it turns out that I got a big deal for myself.

"Mianxia and the other two are very angry. But at that time, even if Lord Yanzun was beaten to death, it would be useless." The saint said with a sigh, "So Mianxia still uttered cruel words before retreating, and Yanzun Lord Yan Zun is not allowed to set foot in the Sanctuary any more in the future.”

Wang Yan couldn't help laughing, Lord Yan Zun in our country is really amazing. It's really cool to be able to make the pope look so angry.

But I feel refreshed, but when I think about it carefully, Lord Yan Zun in our country does not seem to have much taste! Look at the look of our Warhammer, look at the design of this bike? Can't you make it look better?

For a moment, Wang Yan was extremely curious about Lord Yanzun. What kind of person is this lord? Yes, it must be a peerless master who can shake half the sky with a stomp of his foot.

It must be the figure of Dinghai Shenzhen in our Huaxia Kingdom.

"Wang Yan, you won't be angry when I say that, Lord Yanzun?" The Holy Maiden of Light asked hesitantly.

"Angry! Why am I angry?" Wang Yan was a little puzzled. Although I have some admiration for Lord Yanzun, does the Holy Maiden of Light have anything to do with me for burying him?

Sigh~ The Holy Maiden of Light sighed heavily: "Although Lord Yanzun did go too far in that matter." Then he said apologetically, "But Lord Yanzun, he is always your master. You should tell him about the old man in front of you."

"ah?!"

"Squeak!"

Caught off guard, Wang Yan almost fell to his death in a tumble!

These words were like a thunderstorm in the daytime, making Wang Yan's mind buzzing.

But Lord Yanzun, he is always your master!

This sentence echoed endlessly in the back of my mind, and could not be dissipated for a long time.

Master, Master! What kind of international joke is this?

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