The Age of Gods Return: Start To Kiss the Rift Girl

Capital!

The Hall of the Lord's Association.

Due to Ming Yuan's troubles, the ranking of this competition was all graded by the final battle.

The Hunting Blade Yuling Group is No. 1, this is understandable!

The second and the third were the theocracy led by Li Xingyun, and the Baihua where Bei Sheng was located was divided.

It is worth mentioning that the six teams in Shudu Province blocked the top 20 seats in six places!

Zhu Xiaotian looked at the little boys on the podium, and his faces were full of joy!

"Oh, this year's podium feels like it is from my Shudu province!"

"My eyes, you can take a look, who is in the first place!"

The 34 provincial governors gathered together, and Zhu Xiaotian asked in a daze.

The 33 presidents looked at Zhu Xiaotian's bleak face, and they were not angry.

If it wasn't for your identity, I really want to beat you up on the ground.

Shameless guy.

The first position is all ironclad, and it's still weird.

How can it be repaired~.

Podium.

The five Lin Que stood in a row, with garlands around their necks and small red flowers on their chests, smiling brightly.

Elder Jiang was wearing a blue Tang suit and stepped onto the stage, followed by a group of young ladies in red cheongsam.

Elder Jiang started giving awards one by one from the end of the podium, and finally it was Lin Que's turn!

The reporter below quickly gave Lin Que the camera.

Lin Que is a big treasure, and can make a show every time.

The promotion and salary increase can all count on Lin Que's big baby.

Lin Que looked at the coming Elder Jiang, rubbing his hands in excitement.

The prize money of the Fengyun Cup is one billion!

Developed!

Old Jiang said with a kind smile: "Good job!"

Lin Que: "It should be!"

Elder Jiang nodded with a smile, picked up the gold medal from the maid's tray and handed it to the five Lin Que.

Lin Que looked at the gold medal in his hand and glanced at the maid's tray.

What about ten small goals?

Lin Que quickly stretched out his hand to Mr. Jiang.

Old Jiang:? ? ?

Lin Que:...

Old man, you're not on the road!

Lin Que rubbed his hands at Lao Jiang and made a money count.

Old Jiang understood in a second, stretched out his hands and shook Lin Que, "Keep on!"

Lin Que: (ᖛ̫ᖛ)ʃ).

God shake hands!

I want a small amount of money!

You have posted the 500 million runner-up, and I will add an exclamation point to the four words!

I don't want face!

Just as Mr. Jiang was about to withdraw his palm, Lin Que held it firmly.

"Old Jiang, where is my little goal?"

Elder Jiang glanced at the media and forced a smile: "You have exploded five hundred million, so what small goals do you want!"

"Just let go!"

Lin Que: "What is the relationship between the self-detonation of War Wolf and someone Lin?"

"I want a small amount of money!"

It is impossible to let go without giving money.

It's pretty good without letting you experience the enthusiasm of the Macabaka clan.

Powerful and saved you!

Elder Jiang took Lin Que and said, "You come with me!"

After a few brief explanations, Elder Jiang led Lin Que towards the depths of the Spirit Guardian Association.

When the reporter saw this scene, one by one was as if he had been beaten up with blood.

"Snapshot!"

"The Fengyun Cup champion Lin Que was taken into the mysterious room by Mr. Jiang. If you want to know what is going on, please wait for you to explain it on the spot!"

With that said, the reporters are going to rush forward.

But when they rushed off the stage, one by one stood still and did not dare to move.

At the entrance of the passage, soldiers with guns and live ammunition guarded them, and the iron-blooded atmosphere scared the reporters and ran away one by one.

Lin Que looked at the surrounding environment, the narrow passage, and every five steps there was a soldier's handle, his heart trembled as he watched.

Thinking of the interrogation mentioned by Mu'an, I regretted it a little.

Nima, was dazzled by money and fooled.

"Mr. Jiang, I don't want the small goal. I'm still a little urgent, so let's say goodbye first!"

With that said, Lin Que was about to use the void to move and escape.

"It's all here, is it too late for you to leave!"

Old Jiang's old and powerful arm rested on Lin Que's shoulder, instantly suppressing the release of Lin Que's soul power.

Lin Que's heart was dead.

Greedy money kills people!

"Let's go!"

Elder Jiang grabbed Lin Que's arm and led Lin Que to a small room.

"Go in, the people inside have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"The small goal you want is in his hands, of course you can choose not to enter."

"But the consequences, you should be able to guess if you are a smart person."

Lin Que wanted to cry without tears, and silently opened the door...