As expected, no weak thing can survive in Panlong City.
It was only then that He Lingchuan truly realized the true feelings of Panlong City residents towards the Zhong family.
That doesn't even require verbal expression.
Those who sacrificed their lives for the lives of the city are worthy of memory and respect no matter what.
Sun Fuling tugged at his sleeves, gave him half of the prepared offerings, and the two of them stepped forward together.
He Lingchuan lowered his head and found that in addition to a few crystal pears, she also brought a box of meat cakes.
The box is elegant and has a product name on it, called Wenxiangyi.
This meatloaf is actually a time-honored brand.
There were so many civilians participating in the heavenly ceremony that the offering table could no longer be accommodated, so the fruits were placed around the obelisk.
He Lingchuan put down the offerings, saluted with Sun Fuling, and then walked towards Wen Daolun.
The soldiers behind Wen Daolun immediately stepped forward to stop him.
However, Sun Fuling had already spoken in advance:
"Mr. Wen."
Wen Daolun turned around and looked: "Isn't this Xu Shichu's female disciple? Come here, come here."
Only then did the soldiers let him go.
Sun Fuling knew that his time was precious, so he was not polite and said straight to the point: "Mr. Wen, I'm here to ask for a favor."
Wen Daolun was confused: "Favor?"
"Two months ago, you and I were playing chess at Shuqin Academy..."
Wen Daolun immediately said "Ah": "Okay, okay, I remembered it, please tell me."
"This friend of mine was killed by someone and brought disaster. I would like to ask Mr. Wen to show him a clear path." Sun Fuling pointed to He Lingchuan, who immediately crossed his hands as a gift and said, "Please Mr. Wen to clear up his doubts."
Chapter completed!