Then, the atmosphere at the dining table became a little weird. The two of them were eating breakfast without saying a word, and there was a two-person guy jumping back and forth in the living room, singing loudly as the frog turned into a prince.

After a breakfast, Wang Yan and the little ferret were both terrified and trembling.

Fortunately, after breakfast, the Saint of Light wiped his lips and said, "Wang Yan, thank you for your hospitality. I had a great time this day. The time is almost over. I want to rush to the international airport and then go back to the holy realm to report the mission process to the Mianxia."

After pausing, she said, "Because it is not easy to fly around in this city, I would like to ask you to take me to the airport. Those of the Knights of the Apology Order have received orders to wait at the airport early."

Of course this is fine, Wang Yan was secretly happy.

When staying with this saint of light, Wang Yan always felt a sense of unrestrained pressure.

So after pretending to keep him for a few words, he happily went downstairs to drive the Saint to the airport.

When he left the community, Wang Yan thoughtfully bought a lot of fried buns and small soup buns for her to put in a space necklace, saying that he would take them back to try the Pope's Crown and all the bishops.

Then he headed all the way to the airport. As for Brother Lang, according to the sage of the Holy Maiden of Light, the spell effect was one hour. In this way, Wang Yan was too lazy to care about his life or death, so he kept jumping around at home and singing.

In ancient times, blaspheming the Holy Maiden of Light was a death sentence. He would be lucky if he was not burned to death.

But it is past 8 o'clock in the morning, which is the peak time point for Huahai City. Huahai City is estimated to be one of the most congested cities in the Milky Way.

Wang Yan drove the white Bentley from the unit and was blocked on the road, stuffed tightly.

When encountering traffic jams, even if the Pope's crown prince arrives in person, it will be useless.

Suddenly, Wang Yan saw that the front was a little loose. When he stepped on the accelerator and wanted to insert a needle in a while, the brother of the car next door rolled down the window and begged: "Brother, you can do it. If you insert it forward, I was scared by you. You are old, you have old cars and young ones, so I really can't afford to pay for it."

Everyone has said this, and Wang Yan is not easy to bully him. He smiled at him politely and stepped on the brakes.

Who would have thought that the guy suddenly stepped on the accelerator and turned around in front of Wang Yan's car with a "swoosh", and then flexibly drilled in the slow traffic flow, gradually moving away, and even stretched out his hand and waved it to say goodbye to Wang Yan.

What the hell

After Wang Yan delayed for a while, he was blocked again. He felt a little angry. If he had known this way of blocking, he would have mobilized a helicopter from his unit to send the Saint.

Even Xiaoxue, who was nestled in the co-pilot, was furious, jumped onto the instrument panel and gave the other party a middle finger far away through the glass.

"Wang Yan, the time we applied for is almost too late. This delay will cause great trouble to the international airport." The Saint of Light frowned slightly in the back seat and said, "Or I will use the Wings of Light to fly over. Just go back to the news and handle it yourself."

Uh how to deal with this

Now that the self-media in China is so developed, it won’t take long to spread the entire China. Do you think this is your holy land?

Your aunt spread her wings and flew into the sky. After she had fun, she turned around and patted her butt and left like nothing happened.

How can we clean up the mess of our National Africa Bureau? And this job will probably come to our own head.

No, she must not let her fly around. Wang Yan changed his mind and tried several times in a row, and parked his car at the door of an electrical appliance store on the side of the road.

The owner of the shop rushed out and wanted to get angry and drive people away. But look at the luxury car, then look at Wang Yan, who was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, and the bulging and explosive muscles under his T-shirt.

He swallowed the words he consciously, and smiled reluctantly, saying, "Brother, I didn't offend you, your car is parked here, which will affect my business."

"This, I'm from a government unit, and I can't help sending foreign guests to the airport. Please help me take care of this car. Someone from my unit will pick it up later." Wang Yan took out his wallet and remembered that he gave it to Brother Lang. He had to swipe a card in the cigarette next door hotel and gave it to the owner.

The shop owner looked at Wang Yan, then looked at the blond and blue-eyed saint, who was very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. He took the cigarette, patted his chest and said, "Brother, you are busy, I will hold a bench to help you watch the car at the door, so that you will not be scratched." As he said that, he also squeezed his eyes at Wang Yan knowingly.

Uh, not what you think.

However, Wang Yan was too lazy to explain. After notifying the logistics department of the bureau, he walked around the alley and rode out on his gray 28 bar.

The little ferret hasn't been riding on a bicycle for a long time, and he got into the basket and jumped up and down, and was very happy.

"Pai Pa"

Wang Yan patted the back seat and said proudly: "Her Madam, I promise that there will be no traffic jams throughout the journey."

The Saint of Light had a dull expression. After staring at the car for five seconds, she sat in the back seat tremblingly, and subconsciously put her hands on Wang Yan's waist.

Wang Yan endured the strange feeling and pedaled the stirrups hard. The extremely solid 28 bar was shaking and swaying forward.

The owner of the electrical appliance shop was left with envious and admiring eyes from afar: "Now, rich people have endless ways to pick up girls."

"This is really that car." The Saint of Light touched this place and pinched the other side, and said in great marvel, "It turns out that this car is yours."

"Hey, the Holy Maiden, you still recognize this 28-bar." Wang Yan rode his car and rushed around the traffic quickly, causing a lot of surprise.

Xiaoxue was even more proud. Every time she exceeded one car, she would look at them with a proud look. It seemed that we were not riding a broken bicycle, but a big plane.

"Of course I recognize that Mianxia was so angry that he had been in seclusion for this car that he had not come out for three years." The Saint of Light sighed and said.

Scream~

Wang Yan was so shocked that he almost rear-ended a Mercedes-Benz. Fortunately, he reacted super fast. After a sudden brake, he swung his tail and inserted it beautifully. His heart was still pounding. Just kidding, this broken bicycle could make the Pope angry and in seclusion for three years.

This is too powerful, right

"Her Madam, let's talk about gossip." Wang Yan was also excited when he heard that his car and his glorious history were still there.

"Actually nothing, it's all in the past." The Saint of Light was rippling with legs, holding Wang Yan's waist with both hands and said, "At that time, several peerless masters, including the Pope's Crown, fought to the point of being a dark iron in order to compete for a piece of meteorite from the sky, and no one could do anything to anyone. As a result, Lord Yan Zun finally made a trick, saying that since he couldn't decide the winner, he would refine the meteorite and everyone would finally share it."

"Uh, can you tell me that Lord Yan Zun has taken over that piece of meteorite?" Wang Yan was a little worried. Our Lord Yan Zun seems to be very awesome.

"It would be great if you take it alone. If the Cunxia and the other two masters join forces, even Master Yan Zun cannot fight against three, and they will definitely hand it over." The Saint of Light said indignantly in his tone, "But Lord Yan Zun actually used that extremely precious magical meteorite to forge an ugly bicycle and a rough and ugly war hammer. It is simply a waste of resources if he doesn't even engrave the magical meteorite. And what's more tragic is that once the magical meteorite is refined and condensed again, it will be permanently fixed and never damaged."

"Uh, hehe" Wang Yan turned around and gave her a sympathetic look, but his heart was secretly happy. Doesn't that mean that his warhammer and bicycle are the most solid things in the world?

Baby, it's worthy of being a baby.

In fact, if it was really made into a magic weapon, Wang Yan also guessed that this thing would never be his turn to use it. It would be better if no one wanted to use it, but he ended up getting a big advantage.

"Mianxia and the other two were so angry. But even if you beat Lord Yan Zun to death at that time, it would be useless." The saint sighed and said, "So, before the Lord Yan Zun's retreat, he made a harsh word, just like Lord Yan Zun's taste, after everyone breaks off their friendship, you will not allow Lord Yan Zun to step into the holy realm again."

Wang Yan couldn't help laughing. Lord Yan Zun in our country is really awesome. It's so cool that he can actually put the Pope in such a state.

But I feel happy, but if you think about it carefully, the Yanzun of our country does not seem to have any taste. Look at the appearance of our warhammer, look at the shape and design of this bicycle to look better, isn't it okay to have a better look?

For a moment, Wang Yan was extremely curious about Lord Yan Zun. What kind of person is this Lord, right, he must be a peerless master who can shake half of the sky with a stomp of his feet.

He must be a Dinghai Shenzhen type figure in our China country.

"Wang Yan, I'll be angry when I say that to Lord Yan Zun, are you going to be angry, right?" The Saint of Light hesitated for a moment.

"Why am I angry?" Wang Yan was a little confused. Although he admired Master Yan Zun in his heart, does the Holy Maiden of Light have nothing to do with him if he has half a cent of money to eliminate him?

Alas~ The Saint of Light sighed heavily: "Although that matter is indeed overdoing by Lord Yan Zun." Then he said a little apologized, "But Lord Yan Zun is always your master, and I shouldn't say he is from him in front of you."

"ah"

"Squeak"

Wang Yan, caught off guard, almost fell to death by a fight

This sentence was like a thunder in the sun, causing Wang Yan's mind to buzz.

But Lord Yan Zun, he is always your master

This sentence echoes in the depths of my mind and cannot dissipate for a long time.

Master, what kind of joke is this?

To be continued. ~HasouSou Basket Colors, you can read the following chapters as soon as possible
Chapter completed!