The sudden suspension of today's summit meeting completely exceeded the expectations of the world.
Who would have thought that the summit meeting would suddenly turn into a martial arts competition for the world's extraordinary beings... But Yaozi seems to be pretty good too?
Compared to Wen Zou Zou's meeting, they seemed to need something more exciting... Could a world-wide live broadcast of a showdown of extraordinary powers from different countries be more able to cause a surge of human adrenaline than any sports competition?
"Then, let's tentatively call tomorrow's game [Contest of Power]! Simple and crude!"
In the world of the Internet, I don’t know who first proposed it, and it quickly gained countless recognitions... The name "Contest of Power" even quickly replaced the official explanation and became the direction of people's discussion.
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"[Contest of Power]? What the hell...even the odds have been set? Aren't these outsiders afraid of losing all their wealth?"
The owner of the Chiyan Tower who returned to the hotel immediately sneered after hearing this... Regarding the so-called [Contest of Power] tomorrow, he even thought it was superfluous.
This is clearly a thing created by those guys who have no hope of qualifying for a seat on the council... For a behemoth like the [Magician Association], becoming a member of the council is almost an established fact. The [Magician Association] is basically
There is no need to fight to show yourself.
However, the owner of the Chiyan Pagoda did not object and was even interested.
because……
"Finally, I can justifiably beat up this scumbag Stella!"
In the fitness room of the hotel, the master of the Chiyan Pagoda was practicing as if he had been given a shot of blood... As for what effect this kind of physical exercise has on him...
"As long as he's happy."
These are the original words of the Ice Tower Master... As for your views on tomorrow’s [Power Conference]?
"What can you say?" I heard the Binghan Tower Master say nonchalantly: "Tomorrow's competition, as long as the True Dragon from the East comes on stage, it doesn't matter who goes. If the True Dragon from the East doesn't come on the stage, then whoever
It doesn’t matter if you come.”
"So, what the Binghan Tower Master means is that China may be the big winner this time because of the existence of the Eastern True Dragon? What the Binghan Tower Master means is that even you are afraid of the power of the Eastern True Dragon?"
"I didn't say that, this is fake news."
Oh... right now, the owner of the Ice Tower is doing an interview with a well-known media from the European-Turkish Alliance.
In front of the camera, behind the Binghan Tower Master, people can see through the lens and through the glass behind the Binghan Tower Master that the Chiyan Tower Master is currently wearing fitness clothes and punching sandbags wildly.
Emmmmm…
"Fake news, next!"
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Special interviews like the [Magicians Association] also occur among major extraordinary groups - of course, these interviews are more likely to be broadcast in the local areas affiliated with the extraordinary groups.
As long as the extraordinary representatives are regarded as the national team, and then the local media interviews the national team of the country... this is probably the way to understand it.
If you are more concerned about the extraordinary situation in other countries, are you welcome to watch the public channel?
The TV screen in a hotel suite was suddenly turned off using the remote control.
I saw Father Stella carrying a suitcase out at this time, and slammed it in front of Vasco and Sister Lavinia, "Here is one billion cash! All of them, buy me to win! You also buy with me,
Can win!"
This was indeed something that Stella, whom Vasco had known since childhood, could do... The old paladin subconsciously glanced at the suitcase that had been thrown open due to excessive movement, and couldn't help but frown.
"What the hell...is this a Zimbabu coin?"
"What's the problem?!" Father Stella crossed his arms and snorted coldly, and said arrogantly: "If it's not enough, I'll add three times more!"
Paladin Vasco sighed for a moment, then shook his head, and then turned his face away.
As for Sister Lavinia... the nun directly dragged Father Stella away at this time.
"Wait! Don't think that because you are a woman, I won't hit you, Lavinia?! You try to touch me again? I'll arrest you for an interview at Tokyo-Hot's office?"
"Lord, please..."
Violent sounds came from inside, Vasco sighed again, then picked up the phone and called the front desk to bring some gauze, hemostatic medicine and other things, and prepare for cleaning.
After that, Paladin Vasco decided to call the Pope at the church headquarters to discuss the [Conference of Power].
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Mr Gareth also called Her Majesty from her residence.
It's just that Mr. Gareth has made the third call, and the reply is that Her Majesty the Queen is walking her pet at the moment. Her Majesty the Queen seems to be in a good mood and in good spirits today. She is already in the garden.
It’s the third lap.
——You can’t answer the phone while walking your pet?
The sad Mr. Gareth almost dropped the phone.
Finally, when the fourth call was made, Her Majesty the Queen received a response.
Her Majesty the Queen responded this way: Participate well and show your British style. People across the country will support you. Gareth, you are the pride of our Britain!
Mr. Gareth said that he couldn't do it and could he resign now?
Her Majesty the Queen said again: Gareth, you are naughty again. I will set the alarm tomorrow and watch your performance on time. Work hard.
fall.
In all conscience, this is really the first time Mr. Gareth has ever hung up on Her Majesty the Queen.
In the end, Mr. Gareth had no choice but to pick up the high-quality phone, and a text message came from it - it was from Lancelot.
The general idea is that she will be ordered to arrive at the Forbidden City tonight.
Mr. Gareth not only frowned, but also murmured with some concern: "We are facing strong men from all over the world, and if we just send Lancelot to support, it will be really... if, if Farley is at this time
If Mr. Er can attend on behalf of the [Knight Organization]..."
What are you thinking about?
Where Farrell is now, no one knows.
Mr. Gareth only felt that his future was bleak. He was worried and decided to go to the hotel bar to get drunk. At this time, he had no one around him who could share his worries. He was called an orphan of this extraordinary summit meeting.
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"Sir Qingming, Mr. Pavilion has just given instructions. This martial arts tournament will give us full support. No matter what, we must successfully obtain the qualifications for a seat on the council."
I saw a man wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe, kneeling in front of the chessboard, playing Go by himself, and didn't even respond to the speaker.
"Sir Qingming? What Mr. Ge means is... that he will lend the [Three Divine Weapons]!"
"What age has it been? There are still [Three Divine Weapons]." I heard Master Seimei shaking his head in front of the chessboard and sighing: "It's not shameful... You didn't give those three scraps of copper and iron in the shrine."
Blown out."
"Sir Seimei!" The speaker suddenly became excited. He was reading a good book.
Lord Qingming said calmly: "I will get the qualifications of the council... Now, please don't disturb me, you can go out first."
"……yes."
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They are all rapidly preparing strategies for the unexpected [Contest of Power].
The world seems to have ushered in a carnival of discussion.
On the way home, Aunt Ren sat in the interview car and was looking at something else - the construction of the [Contest of Power] venue.
"Let the world see what Chinese construction is?" Aunt Ren frowned, and then shook her head. She felt that it was not interesting. This thing can also be pulled out separately and made into a program. Some TV stations really want to watch it.
Shameless?
"Hey, they dug up the mountains of mud and rocks that previously besieged our city and used them as materials." Lizi took the phone from Ren Ziling and watched the live broadcast of the construction site of the martial arts tournament, while saying: "I
I think it’s pretty good, reusing waste and not wasting it at all.”
Aunt Ren leaned against the car window and looked out, "I don't know yet, how we are going to do a live broadcast tomorrow...these gods fight and move mountains and seas at every turn. It's too dangerous to shoot on site."
"Sister Ren, do you know the danger?" Lizi asked with a surprised look on her face.
"What are you thinking about?" Aunt Ren said angrily, "I'm only thirty, and I still have a lot of youth, okay?"
Li Zi smiled and tickled her.
Looking at the fight between the two in the rearview mirror, Old Q swallowed quietly and asked immediately: "Boss, shall we go back to the company directly now?"
"I'm not going back." Aunt Ren thought for a moment and said, "I want to go back and see Xiao Xi... Wait, you'd better walk around the neighborhood first to see if any clothes shops are open. I want to give Xiao Xi some time first.
Buy some sets of clothes."
"receive!"
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Xiao Xi...Long Xiruo's personal phone number was almost blocked by the administration.
In the end, Shenzhou Zhenlong, who was really annoyed, could only reluctantly answer the call.
"...I'm not interested in beating whoever you want!"
"...Master Long, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why do you feel that there is something wrong with your voice? It seems... you seem much younger?"
"...What's your name, what's your job number, and how many years have you been with the Administration?"
"My name is Liu Zi, everyone calls me Liu Zi. I have been here at the bureau for three years... In fact, at the annual meeting of the bureau last year, I even talked to you, Mr. Long! I was wearing a white dress at the time.
It’s me!”
"Oh, Liuzi, right? Go back to the old man and he will arrange for you to go to the 18th office. Just say that I asked you to go... That's it. Don't call me again!"
After hanging up the phone, he turned off the phone and threw it directly on the sofa... The real dragon from China picked up the watermelon again and dug it up with a spoon.
At this time, Xiaodie Yao, who was mopping the floor, asked curiously: "Sister Long, what does the Eighteenth Office do? I seem to have heard you talk on the phone several times, and you said you would arrange for someone to go to this Eighteenth Office?"
The real dragon from China said with a casual expression: "The 18th Department is the department of the Administration specifically responsible for cleaning toilets. It is used to accommodate those who have offended me."
"...Sister Long, lift your legs." Little Butterfly Demon could only say this.
The real dragon from China directly raised his legs, looked around subconsciously, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Sure enough, you are the professional in sanitation, Pian Pian, are you interested in taking a job in the bureau?
Give it to you, the director of the 18th Division?"
So the fierce butterfly directly put the rag on the face of the Divine Dragon, and wiped it, and wiped it, "Sister Long, look at how dirty you are when you eat watermelon, it's all over your face."
The real dragon from China reacted and prepared to fight.
Girls fight with just a few moves, but after all, there are still a few moves. When the real dragon of China was thinking about which move to use, he suddenly heard some movement outside the door.
She frowned, rushed to the door quickly, glanced at the door hole... and actually saw Ren Ziling and his party standing outside the door.
Shenzhou's True Dragon was immediately startled. She turned around, her back close to the door panel, and looked nervously at Luo Pianqing.
"Sister Long, what's wrong?"
"Shh!"
Xiao Xi made a silent gesture at this moment, and then her eyes started to roll around as if she had a guilty conscience.
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Outside the door, Aunt Ren opened the old push-pull door and was about to open the inner door, but found that the inner door seemed to have a safety lock from the inside and could not be opened at all.
"Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi, are you in there?" Ren Ziling had no choice but to knock on the door and say, "It's me! Sister Ren! We're back, please unlock the door! Xiao Xi...Xiao Xi, can you hear me?"
"I...I heard it, please wait a moment, I'll be here right away...right now!"
"No rush." Aunt Ren responded with a confused look on her face. Then she looked back at Old Q and Lizi behind her and shrugged, "This kid doesn't know what he's doing in there... maybe he's scared?"
At this time, Li Zi leaned against the door panel and eavesdropped, but was directly knocked on the head by Ren Ziling.
Poor Li Zi held her head and said, "There seems to be someone inside."
"How could that happen?" Aunt Ren shook her head.
At this moment, the inner door opened, and the homeless little left-behind girl Xiao Xi with braids suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
I saw that Xiao Xi was wearing an apron and yellow plastic gloves on her hands. She was holding a mop for mopping the floor and her face was dirty.
"Xiao Xi?" Ren Ziling looked at her with surprise and then asked in confusion: "What are you doing...?"
I saw Xiao Xi timidly lowering her head and saying: "I...I don't think it's good to live and eat here for free, so...so I plan to do something, just...just want to clean the house."
"Cleaning..." Aunt Ren suddenly opened her mouth.
She subconsciously looked inside the house, and saw that the floor was as clean as new, and the whole house exuded a fresh fragrance... This house had not been inhabited for a long time, and it already had a musty smell.
It was completely new at this moment.
"Did you do this all by yourself?" Aunt Ren's eyes suddenly lit up.
Xiao Xi nodded gently at this time, then hunched her shoulders and lowered her head: "I was very careful...I didn't break anything in the house...Don't worry."
"Fuck!" Aunt Ren screamed strangely at this moment, and then under Xiao Xi's surprised gaze, she hugged Xiao Xi and lifted her up, "You are such a cute girl!"
With that said, she put Xiao Xi down, then rushed directly into the room, ran her fingers over the table, rubbed it, then looked at Lizi and hummed: "Look at it! Lizi, take a good look at it!"
There’s not even ashes! Look at you, are you ashamed? You’ve been living in my house for so long, let alone sweeping the floor! You haven’t even washed your clothes, so what do I need from you?”
Lizi... Lizi blinked her eyes crazily and looked cute, "I...can I let you vent your thirty-year energy?"
"What are you talking about? Xiao Xi is just a child!" Aunt Ren's eyes suddenly widened, then she rushed out, grabbed Li Zi's ears, and pulled her into the house.
"Hey, I seem to smell the smell of watermelon?" Lizi suddenly muttered at this time.
Xiao Xi... Xiao Xi's expression changed slightly, but no one saw it.
