My Virtual Kingdom of God

"How did you take it out!"

Chen Mo frowned, "Also, are you really useless?"

His face was incredible.

Chen Mo couldn't figure it out. Qian Ming didn't use the Shinto charity rewarded by the college on the spot, but took it home.

Not to mention him, it is estimated that even the college did not expect that there are students so bold.

Qian Ming put away the call, looked around, and said with a relaxed face: "Don't be nervous, brother! Here are the people of the academy, and some people dare not grab it."

Chen Mo took a deep breath and pondered: "In short, be careful yourself, and you don't need it, what do you want to carry with you?"

"Cough, that, I want to take it home and show it to my dad!"

Hearing this, Chen Mo did not know how to answer the call.

In the final analysis, both he and Qian Ming are just at the age of entering college. They are immature and tight in every aspect.

Not to mention Qian Ming, Chen Mo was only instinctively nervous. He didn't realize at all how much impact Qian Ming's actions would fall on the eyes of intentional people.

The cruise ship is moving slowly towards Linghai City.

On this cruise ship, there are not only Chinese students but also students from all over the world.

However, students from other countries will transfer to Linghai to return home.

This is not the responsibility of Penglai Xian Academy. I believe that governments of various countries will receive these students well.

The cruise ship traveled for more than eight hours.

Slowly docked at the port of Linghai City.

Off the cruise ship.

"Shall I follow you?"

Qian Ming pointed to a black business Mercedes in front of him.

Chen Mo had long glanced at the father who came to meet him not far away, shook his head and said, "No, please go back first."

"Then I'll go back first, and come out together when the time comes! I will introduce some of my sisters to you."

Qian Ming stood in front of the black car who came to greet him. After a frown, he immediately entered the back seat of the car.

Watching Qian Ming leave, Chen Mo turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man looking around, and walked slowly.

"dad!"

Walking in front of the middle-aged man, looking at the white hair that had appeared on his temples, Chen Molue choked with a sob.

United States.

Rockefeller Center, Manhattan, New York.

This ancient building was built in the early twentieth century and has a history of nearly 100 years.

But its main building, which is 260 meters high, still tells the world its glorious past.

This is the headquarters of the Rockefeller Consortium.

Main building, inside a spacious office.

Old John was lying on the hospital bed, after being diagnosed by a private doctor, when he saw himself coming in, he waved at the doctor.

The private doctor withdrew his head and retreated.

Seeing the doctor leave, old John took off his oxygen mask and said weakly: "I hate wearing this."

"I know, sir."

His middle-aged eyes are reddish, and he has been following him since his middle age when he was middle-aged. It has been more than thirty years now. His feelings for him are more than just treating ordinary bosses.

"Sorry, let you see my present embarrassed look," Old John smiled with fate. "Say, what's the matter? Are my two sons who are not able to fight for their inheritance?"

"No, sir." The middle-aged man leaned down, approached the old John, and said quickly in his ear.

"Really ?! Is the news true?"

After listening to the news, a shining light burst out in Old John's turbid eyes.

The middle-aged man saw it in his heart, and his heart was slightly awkward, as if he saw the owl who once swayed the situation and controlled the world situation.

"It's true!"

The middle-aged man nodded, "The news came from a Penglai Xian Academy student we sponsored. However, the other party said that after this incident, he and our consortium no longer have a relationship, and neither owes anything."

"OK! OK! OK!"

The middle-aged man didn't know what old John meant by good.

Do you agree with the other that the two are no longer involved, or just lament the good news?

However, the middle-aged confidants are more inclined to the latter possibility.

really.

Old John closed his eyes and pondered after hearing the news.

"What did he say about the student who possessed the shrine appeal of Yuzhou?"

"Later forging body!"

"What about the background?"

What the old John was most afraid of was that the other party was a relative of a singular association. In this way, even if he finally won the Shinto call, he could not carry the other party ’s pursuit.

"This"

The middle-aged man hesitated, "The father of student Qian Ming is a well-known entrepreneur in China, and his mother has considerable influence in politics."

"Hua Guo Red Children?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

Old John leaned his head slowly on the pillow and changed a more comfortable posture. He said easily: "The situation is not too bad, as long as the other party does not have the background of the extraordinary association, everything is easy to say.

As for the other party who has money and authority, it seems that no one is the same.

Except for those powerful monks, he was not afraid of anyone in this world.

"Do you want to get rid of him?"

"No," Old John shook his head. "He is a student of Penglai Fairy Academy. We can't move him. Just take the Shinto Charm and get it."

Old John also felt a little nervous.

In any case, his behavior was indirectly to rob Penglai Xian Academy.

In his identity, he naturally knew who the principal of Penglaixian College was.

It was a stronger existence than Harry, the leader of the Liberty League, the oldest player in the wilderness, the condensed monk.

As long as there are other possibilities, Old John will not choose to provoke each other.

However, now he can't wait.

Cancer cells are eroding his health a little bit.

Although he uses the best anti-cancer drugs in the world, his body is too old to resist the complications caused by the invasion of cancer cells.

Old John knew that if he didn't do anything, he would face death.

And he doesn't want to die!

At present, in the world, in addition to the extraordinary associations, there are only governments of all countries that possess the call of gods.

Despite the astonishing power of Old John, the shrines in the hands of governments of various countries have long been divided.

In the hands of the United States and the United States, only a three-hundred-year-old Shinto call was snatched by the guys of the California Consortium.

Old John missed it.

While mastering the Shinto and calling for more China, Old John had to admit that his hands were not that long.

Other countries ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ No.

As for the extraordinary association, none of the countries and forces in the world dared to fight it.

Sometimes, the deterrent brought by invincible strength is so scary.

Not to mention that the extraordinary associations gave them a little shouting call, even if the other side didn't give them, they had no temper.

However, Old John now knows another way to get a Shinto call.

Although he didn't know how many years the student of Qian Ming had had the Shinto Charm in his hands, it was fewer and better than his short life.

"Henderson!"

"Sir, I'm here!"

The middle-aged man bent over and said respectfully.

"Be sure to get it, please!"

Old John clenched his hands, and his dry palms were covered with green muscles.