Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

After the heavy rain, there was a layer of watery moisture in the air of the entire imperial capital.

Sitting on the balcony, An Rao inexplicably remembered the huge waves she saw on the deck when she was hijacked by pirates that day, and a tall figure.

An Rao counted the days, and it seemed that she hadn't contacted Bo Xiao for two days.

Bored and clicked on the phone, An Rao finally sent Bo Xiao a WeChat, "What are you doing?"

As expected, no one returned.

At this time, Continent F,

It was originally a bustling market, but now it has been smashed beyond recognition by scattered star-like stray bullets.

"Sir! Unidentified high-threat weapons have been detected, please evacuate all!" The subordinate's almost roaring report came from the headset,

"Team 2, 4, 5, all evacuated, stay 3, follow me to the city center and destroy confidential documents." Bo Xiao clenched his fists and gave an order in the rain of bullets.

"Major/General! The city center is dangerous. Now the opposition armed/organized/organized firepower is suppressed too fiercely. You should evacuate with the main force first!"

"Obey orders!" Bo Xiao said, making his subordinates shut up.

Inside the Chinese embassy/consulate here, there are military/party confidential information. These things must never fall into the hands of others. Bo Xiao must destroy them personally.

Bo Xiao's order was issued, and the other teams began to evacuate in an orderly manner. Under the cover of the reserve staff, Bo Xiao took the three teams along the broken corner and began to approach the city center.

At this time, the city center was already an empty city, and people had long been hiding outside the city.

Arriving inside the embassy/consulate, the team members were about to go in, when Bo Xiao suddenly raised his hand, his ears moved almost indistinctly, "Evacuate!!"

Bo Xiao almost roared and said this sentence. The team members were all professionally trained. When Bo Xiao finished his words, everyone jumped out.

But it was too late, and the sky-high flames instantly annihilated the entire building.

Devoured those who were running out.

An Rao originally wanted to pour a glass of water to drink, but when she picked up the kettle, she suddenly became flustered. Without holding the kettle in her hand, it suddenly hit her on the instep, causing An Rao to exclaim.

But An Rao didn't have time to pay attention to the injury on the back of her foot. The sudden panic was inexplicable and made people restless. An Rao didn't know why, but suddenly she was very worried about Bo Xiao, and she quickly called Xia Wanyuan.

The phone was connected after a few rings. After listening to An Rao's words, Xia Wanyuan calmly comforted her,

"It's alright, it's all you care about. Rest well, Bo Xiao will be fine." Xia Wanyuan's voice was calm, with some soothing tenderness,

"Okay." Xia Wanyuan's words made An Rao calm down. She felt that she was really making a fuss. No matter how she dropped a kettle, she could think of Bo Xiao.

In the manor, Xia Wanyuan hung up the phone, but the expression on her face became serious, and she looked at Jun Shiling who was on the side, "What do you say about the latest situation?"

"Still haven't found it." Jun Shiling's face was not good-looking, he was typing on the computer, and encrypted transmission information was constantly being sent on the computer, "But the body has not been found, there is still a 50% chance. He's still alive."

Bo Xiao is Jun Shiling's only close friend for so many years. Now that Bo Xiao's life is uncertain, Xia Wanyuan knows that Jun Shiling is not feeling well.

"Don't worry, since there is no body found, it means that he is not dead. As long as people are not dead, there must be a way." Xia Wanyuan stepped forward and held Jun Shiling's hand,

"Well, I know." Jun Shiling held Xia Wanyuan's hand, but the condensation on his eyebrows did not dissipate.

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Xia Wanyuan has not returned to the Qing University class for a long time, this time I heard that Xia Wanyuan is here,

The amphitheatre in the art building was packed, and even the outside corridor was full of people who came to listen to the class.

Xia Wanyuan walked into the classroom and glanced at the people in the classroom.

some surprises,

That Yu Qian did not appear in the classroom this time.

Xia Wanyuan taught the students as usual. When the get out of class was about to end, a student suddenly asked, "Teacher, I heard that you are going to participate in the World Painting and Calligraphy Competition?"

Xia Wanyuan nodded,

"Teacher, we believe that you can definitely win the championship!"

"Yes, come on, teacher. In the future, we will also learn from you and spread Chinese painting and calligraphy to the world."

Looking at the youthful student in front of him, his chest is full of enthusiasm, Xia Wanyuan's heart was touched,

Suddenly, I understood why those great Confucian scholars in the previous life could easily obtain high-ranking officials and titles, but they were willing to be poor and opened a small academy in Muye in the mountains.

It was originally because of Professor Zhang's strong invitation to come to teach, but among these young students, Xia Wanyuan suddenly felt that he was not simply a teacher here.

She is the inheritor.