Preparation for reception?

Song Ci's eyes turned and he had immature guesses in his heart.

Tang Fan is going to put down Tao Qingxi, Wushu!

With this doubt, Major General Song Ci and Song ran to the meeting place with great honesty.

Accompanied by the sound of the black iron sword in the moss stone slashing across the red gold wall panel, a large hole with a diameter of one meter suddenly appeared above Song Ci and others.

Then, a hanging basket slowly fell from the big hole, and the person Song Ci and Major General Song was most unhappy to see was put down like this.

Although I know that Ms. Tao Qingxi, as Jim Field's apprentice, Ulikmmi's junior nephew, and Solomon Burke's junior sister, has a full understanding of these three people.

Her arrival can undoubtedly find clues as quickly as possible from all kinds of clues and implement them as the owner of the laboratory.

But listen to the roars around, think about the crumbling gates in the North Third District, Major General Song Ci and Song have the heart to die of your heart.

He looked up at the big hole and said sternly: "How did you get down from me? How can you pull it up for me!"

This tone made Tao Qingxi, who had just landed, look blue.

"What do you mean?"

Before the Song Ci and Major General Song could speak, the loud bang of the gate collapsed came.

Tang Fan only glanced at him and kept pulling Tao Qingxi upwards.

As a result, not only Ms. Tao Qingxi was brought up, but also the eleven vanguard led by Major General Song Ci.

When everyone climbed up, Tang Fan immediately took action and welded the big hole to death.

Looking at the "human" roaring and swarming in, without Song Ci's answer, Ms. Tao Qingxi also understood what happened.

So her face turned pale immediately.

"Do you have so many experimental products?"

Song Ci Major General Song smiled bitterly and said, "This is just from North Twelve Districts to North Twelve Districts..."

After hearing this, Tao Qingxi slowly closed his eyes, "We don't have much time left!

Hurry up!"

Song Ci nodded, took the black iron sword of the mosstone and walked towards the center of the house.

But before he could take two steps, he was caught by Tang Fan.

"The son of a thousand gold medal cannot sit in the hall.

Let me leave this kind of thing!"

Song Ci was only surprised for a moment when Tang Fan's volunteering, and glanced at Tang Dao, whose gap was covered with small knife, and agreed.

"You...be careful!"

Not for Tang Gang, nor for Marshal Song and Ms. Yao, nor for Lan Yuan and Li Banxia... This sentence comes from the heart of Song Ci, and is particularly sincere and rare.

Unfortunately, Miss Tang Fan did not understand it.

She clasped Tang Dao, which was exactly the same as Xiaodao, and led another group of personal soldiers to Tao Qingxi, step by step towards the center of the house.

No hesitation, no turning back.

Although it is not supported by glasses modeling technology, Tang Fan is as smart as he has already figured out all the layout of this building when he was in the monitoring center.

Along the way, it was like the back garden of my own.

Three or five minutes later, Song Ci, who was far away in the surveillance center, heard the familiar sound of the black iron sword slashing across the red gold.

She is worthy of being a mecha caster. She is so obedient that she is a professional tool like the Black Iron Knife.

Not only was the compass on the floor in a regular manner, Tang Fan also made three round holes on the side.

It took only ten seconds.

This operation is completely suffocating.
Chapter completed!