"Lu Wu, have you picked up Old Li yet?"
Ansheng walked out from the presidential suite at the top of Qingao Island Hotel, and with a thought, he sent a query to the Luwu Fighter through the shared blood and flesh mark.
[Principal Li is boarding the plane, the Landlord of Longevity is discussing a philosophical question on the way to boarding...]
["Does the meaning of 'Heaven has eyes' imply that passengers have the obligation to crack open crispy skin birds at any time while flying in the sky...]
[Little Angel is under siege, and the head of the Novaron Clan has applied for 502 glue from me, but I rejected the application because it wasn't equipped in the cabin.]
As soon as Master Fuli started asking, Lu Wu came online from stealth mode, reporting the situation in real time.
"What the hell... what kind of shitty questions are these?"
Just as Ansheng was about to grab a can of new flavored cola from the vending machine, he froze and raised an eyebrow in bewilderment.
