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

Beijing!

The hall of the Spirit Guardian Association.

Due to the troubles of Mingyuan, the ranking of this competition is all determined by the final battle.

The Hunting Blade Yuling Squad is number one, there is nothing wrong with this!

The second and the third are divided between the theocracy led by Li Xingyun and Baihua where Beisheng is located.

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

Zhu Xiaotian looked at the kids on the podium with joy on his face!

"Oh, why does this year's podium look like it's all from Sichuan Province!"

"My eyes, please help me look at them, who is in the first position!"

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

Looking at Zhu Xiaotian's shy face, the 33 presidents couldn't help but get angry.

If it weren't for your status, I really want to beat you on the ground.

Smelly shameless guy.

The first position is a matter of certainty, and it is still strange.

How can it be repaired~.

podium.

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

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

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

The reporter below quickly showed the camera to Lin Que.

Lin Que is a big baby, he can make a show every time.

The promotion and salary increase can all be counted on Lin Que.

Lin Que looked at Elder Jiang who was approaching, and rubbed his little hands excitedly.

The prize money of the Fengyun Cup is one billion!

Developed!

Mr. Jiang had a kind smile on his face: "Good job!"

Lin Que: "It should!"

Mr. Jiang nodded with a smile, picked up the gold medal from the tray in the hand of the maid, and handed it to Lin Que and the other five.

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

What about ten small goals?

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

Mr. Jiang:? ? ?

Lin Que: ...

Little old man, you are out of line!

Lin Que rubbed his little hands at Elder Jiang, and made a gesture of counting money.

Mr. Jiang understood in seconds, stretched out his hands and shook Lin Que: "Keep going!"

Lin Que: (???)?).

God shakes hands!

I want small money!

You posted all the 500 million for the runner-up, so I just add exclamation points to the four words!

I don't want to lose face!

Just as Mr. Jiang was about to withdraw his palm, Lin Que grabbed it tightly.

"Mr. Jiang, where is my little goal?"

Elder Jiang glanced at the media and forced a smile: "You have blown up 500 million yuan, what more small goals do you need!"

"Give it up!"

Lin Que: "What does the Wolf Warrior self-destruct have anything to do with me, Lin?"

"I want small money!"

Without money, it is impossible to let go.

It’s not bad to let you experience the enthusiasm of the Makabaka family.

The strength saved you!

Mr. Jiang took Lin Que for granted, "Come with me!"

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

When the reporters saw this scene, they all felt as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Quick snap snap!"

"Lin Que, champion of the Fengyun Cup, was brought into a mysterious room by Mr. Jiang. If you want to know what will happen next, please wait and explain to you on the spot!"

With that said, the reporters were about to rush forward.

But when they rushed off the stage, they stood there one by one, not daring to move.

The entrance of the passage was guarded by soldiers with live ammunition one by one, and the breath of iron and blood frightened the reporters to run away in desperation.

Lin Que looked at the surrounding environment, the long and narrow passage, where every five steps there was a soldier holding his hand, which made him tremble in his heart.

Reminiscent of the interrogation that Mu An mentioned, I feel a little regretful.

Nima, was fooled by money.

"Mr. Jiang, I don't want the small target anymore. I have something urgent to do, so I'll take my leave first!"

With that said, Lin Que was about to use Void Teleport to escape.

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

Jiang Lao'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 ashamed.

Greed for 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, and of course you can choose not to go in."

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

Lin Que wanted to cry, but silently opened the door...