Chapter 164: The Chairman of the Quan's Group Quan Jin! (1)

One word?

Let the Ann Group - Explode!

The prison boss and the porcelain man raised their heads suddenly, their pupils contracted, their hearts beat faster, and the blood in their bodies coagulated for a moment.

In a word...... Let the Ann Group explode? ”

The porcelain man froze in place in a trance, and muttered, "I, didn't I hear it wrong?" ”

The last words of the captain of the guard to himself. It's like a magic sound, lingering in the minds of the two.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

The two turned their heads at the same time, their eyes staring at each other in disbelief. Some were excited, some were excited and some were panicked.

I don't know how much effort it took to not rush into the right house.

"Prophecy ......"

The prison boss's face was full of emotion, and his voice trembled:

"The third child, it's a prophecy, it's her prophecy!"

"What can make the group explode in a sentence other than prophecy? We! We've found her! ”

"She's still alive...... We're not mistaken, she's still ......."

The two clenched their fingers, their eyes reddened, and then ...... Laughed.

From that place, the three of them stepped all the way into China.

Begged.

Caught off.

Hopelessness and loss.

If, through these hardships, they can find her. Then don't say it again, it's a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times, and they are willing to do it.

We don't need the world.

We don't need power.

But we need you!

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At the same time as this secret was revealed.

On the other side, the editorial department of the website.

Because it was working hours, no one in the editorial department could watch the live broadcast, and Qingfeng could only wait for Quan Jin to take the initiative to contact her.

"You still don't give up my king's book?"

Black Tea got up from his seat and walked in front of Qingfeng: "Tsk, I persuaded you at the beginning, my king's manuscript can't be signed!" ”

Qingfeng's face froze, and he smiled a little far-fetched.

In the editorial department.

The working life of black tea is longer than hers, and it is more reused by the company, and it cannot be offended until it is absolutely clear.

"Sister Hong."

Qingfeng raised his head and said politely, "Now the court's verdict has not come down." ”

"Whether my king copied it or not, we all know it in our hearts."

"Moreover, the ink color is warm and my king sent the book on the same day, who knows, whether her manuscript was leaked."

Black tea listened to this yin and yang weird words.

There was a hint of displeasure on his face, and his tone was even worse: "You mean, I leaked the manuscript?" ”