Qin Qier nodded.

He leaned into her ear and said, "Has your father already attacked Kunlun's world?"

Qin Qier was slightly shocked and couldn't speak out clearly, so she had to point her lower jaws in a subtle way, and turned to Chen Liang and gave a big gift: "I've seen two uncles." She should really call this by her seniority.

Before leaving, Mo Sha stuffed a hard thing into Yi Tianxing's hands.

Yi Tianxing said suspiciously: "What?"

"Money." Mo Sha answered extremely concisely.

The boy looked at the card in his hand and curled his lips: "It seems that it's a lot of money."

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A few days ago, he had already told Lin Qiheng about the investment that Gu Er asked. Everything was within the plan. In the future, he would have many opportunities to meet Lin Bo and Mo Sha, so when he saw Lin and his group disappear into the entrance, he didn't feel much sadness.

The plane to Chengdu also began to pick up customers. Chen Liang and the other two were carrying their small bags and preparing to go in. Chen Sanxing was still calm, but Liang Siniu had a little bit of helplessness on his face.

After all, Chen Sanxing looked at Ye Xiangseng's salute, very solemnly.

Ye Xiangseng also returned a ceremony with him.

Yi Tianxing suddenly thought of something, screamed strangely, took out a bag from behind like a magic trick, and stuffed it into Liang Siniu's arms.

"What's this?"

"New Nike, it's very expensive. I'll take a little lighter in the future."

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The plane flew away. Yi Tianxing and Ye Xiangseng looked up at the traces that had broken through the blue sky and said leisurely: "The person who didn't like Taoism the most at the beginning always felt that he cared about the benefits and the tranquility was not enough. It was not until he saw these two old farmers that I realized that no matter Taoism, there were masters. With Mr. Chen's terrifying cultivation, he was willing to farm and raise pigs in Woniu Mountain. This is the real Taoist tranquility, right?"

When he mentioned the word "Qingjing", he thought of his sacred beast and bird son of Taoist sect who had always been quiet for several months. He was worried. The three-wei meditation scriptures were slowly chanting, and he slightly released his spiritual sense to explore. The breath rushed straight into the sky from the grass behind the airport, but it spread down with the white clouds and drifted faintly towards the west.

——The spiritual sense sensed that everything was normal, and the little Vermilion Bird was still staggering there, without any disease or disaster.

In the cabin in the sky, two old farmers, one fat and one thin, were watching the flight attendant's pitiful eyes and vomiting. Suddenly, they felt a faint breath, just like when they first arrived at the provincial capital, and couldn't help but sigh: "This melon boy killed the old man, but the poor people would not have such a life of enjoying happiness."
Chapter completed!