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"What's going on?" Not only Sifan knew the source of these vegetables. Even Noble Motegi and Hongguang Futai know where they are made. The address was clearly written on it, how could they not know.

The products here are prohibited from entering customs in many countries. This is an absolute death order, and no one else should have any opinion.

Todaiji is even more different. It is not only entertaining tourists, but also one of the signs of Riben. The food here is also the title of the best fast food in Riben. So there is such an event. Great temples are terrible things.

"Let's go to dinner first. Then discuss the things that should be discussed. I believe that Mr. Motegi can solve these things without waiting for Minister Motegi to manage these small things." Si Fan said.

Noble Motegi immediately understood.

"Yes. Yeah. What Si Fanjun said is that such small things must not affect the cooperation between our two parties. In terms of new energy, your company is leading the world!" He meant very simply. Riben is ahead of the world in terms of new energy.

But Si Fan walked in front of Riben. This makes them a little unacceptable.

"Our company's excellent research in solar energy is an opportunity found in countless opportunities. In this regard, your country is the real expert. In nuclear power and tidal power generation, you are really ahead." Si Fan Said in admiration.

The two touted each other. Already in the private room of Zhaitang. The small private room is about thirty square meters. There is absolutely nothing extravagant or extravagant as people think. What is hanging on the wall is not celebrity calligraphy and paintings, let alone Buddhist altars and characters, or even Buddha statues. It is the perception or painting of some of the more famous monks.

These are not master works, but they are kept intact. The monks in the whole temple want their understanding to be able to save more people, so the walls are all fine products.

The table in the room is not in the style of Huaxia, but a pure Japanese-style dining table. Guests need to sit on their knees to taste food, and the rules of this tasting are more complicated.

But the more it is, the more attractive it is to taste the delicacies here. In the end, it is only two words.

taste.

"Mr. Hongguang Futai, let's talk about the details after taking a seat first. You should come here often for fast food, and also ask you to order." Si Fan said.

Opposite Hongguang Futai nodded: "The most famous Zhaifan here is the signature dishes."

"The eight kinds of fasting dishes that come to you, Caotang Basu, Sufo Jumping Wall, Jiuhua Foguang, Dinghu Susu, colorful yam, Luo Hanzhai, and Pudu all beings are all Huaxia's fasting style. You should like it." Hongguang Futai Belt Said in good faith.

Si Fan nodded.

That's right, this Zhai Cai Sifan hasn't tasted it, but many names have oriental colors, and it's clear that they know where they come from.

On a hot summer day, the scorching sun roasted the ground into a barren land, even though the tender grass in the urban green belt was also slightly yellow at the tip. Several old poplar leaves landed on the ground with the burning sun.

The sky was over 50 degrees high. The transpiration makes almost no one in the city dare to expose to the sun, and the entire iron fortress city is in a kind of rare and peaceful peace.

Outside the city, Warcraft howled, and fresh human flesh was dragged all the way on the ground. The entrails hang on the withered devil's vine to nourish the dried rhizomes.

Several seriously wounded fortress soldiers dragged their torn bodies to the front of the bunker. There, two distinguished magicians crossed their knees to meditate to restore their magic power. A dozen warriors rushed out of the magic circle with the weapons in their hands and responded These are the lowest-level warriors.

Soldiers who are also fighting on the front lines are treated completely differently, and even they may once belong to the same school. This school is a monument to the entire city of Iron Fortress.

Eastern Mowu Academy.

The core of this city, one of the most important places in each fortress city, all who can enter this school to study are the elites of this city. Everyone has outstanding talents, who have the bright stars and the sky. may.

This is the heart of the entire city. It is the core position of the entire city protection. There is a powerful magic circle here, and all Warcraft, monsters, and beasts cannot enter here.

Here is the most powerful forbidden formation method, because the students in the whole school are only in the stage of studying the theory. The day when the real power star, the sky is branded, is the day of their graduation exams, so as long as you enter this school, it is as ordinary. Like people. No power can be used. Until the day of their graduation exams.

At Dongfang Mowu College, parents of students are completely forbidden to come to pick up students. There is usually no one here, only to wait for students to go home after school.

But today's Oriental Mowu Academy is a little different from normal times. At the gate of this school is a boy standing with a spotted baseball bat in his hand and staring at the school in front of him.

"Since I let Lao Tzu pass through, then I'm sorry, what kind of man would it be if he didn't avenge Xue Xue?"

"Zhan Aotian, your boy was expelled from school on the first day when I let him pass. The city is not allowed to accept, so don't blame Grandpa for being ruthless today. It's as if he helped revenge my unlucky ghost.

Fang Haoran took a cigarette and took a deep breath, spit out a circle of smoke circles, staring at the gate of the school. Now is the time for the student to leave school. This time he came to stop the person and get fired. . Zhan Aotian who let himself lose the opportunity to light up the sea stars in the last month.

The waiting Fang Haoran carefully recalled the world that she had learned in the past three days.

This is a world that is the same as many things in our own world.

In this world, there is no technology, but there are cars and various household appliances, and even the materials are almost the same, but the specific technology used has changed.

In this world, the most revered in ancient times is the warrior, who uses the martial arts to break the sky and break the void. That's what people want.

But until more than a hundred years ago, Warcraft rushed into the human race city with the monsters and orcs, and dozens of cities were slaughtered. There were no chickens in thousands of miles, no people in thousands of miles. The magicians of the Eight Kingdoms smashed the jade capital with the most powerful forbidden magic. Gate, occupying half of the land of the Eastern Empire.

Since then, the martial arts practice honored by the Eastern Empire was suddenly abandoned into the dust of history. Those who practice martial arts have since been called lunatics and have been despised and looked down upon. Since then, the magic learned from Western countries at a huge cost has been pushed up. Altar.

Since then, the magician has become a highly respected figure in the Eastern Empire and has been heavily protected on the battlefield. The warrior has become the most common cannon fodder that can be discarded at any time.

In the Eastern Demon Academy, the magician is in front of them. They are the most honorable people. They can have their own followers and follow them. Warriors are only vassals, and they need their lives to defend the mage's safety on the battlefield.

Maybe even for an expensive magic robe ~ www.readwn.com ~ the warriors need to change their lives.

Fang Haoran is a genius among warriors in the school, the most dazzling star in the entire college, but because of some small things that made the school's magician apprentice, the second ancestor Zhan Aotian looked unsightly. Fang Haoran got out of the school.

"Ding Jing Ling! ~" With the school bell ringing, the students gradually appeared on the school's performance martial arts field. The first to come out of the school were dozens of proud figures, wearing black magic apprentices. A robe, holding an expensive magic scepter in his hand, is notably superior without taking a step.

All the warriors did not dare to compete with them, and they hugged honestly in the back.

Only five minutes after the magicians left school, these humble fellows could leave school.

Fang Haoran, standing at the gate of the school, stared at the guy who walked in front of all the magicians. He was a snow silk silk robe tailored by the famous Louis Magic Robe Mall. The magic lines embroidered on it were all fine gold threads. Created by elaborate wizards with four or more stars.

The magic wand in his hand is even more extraordinary. This is a century-old lightning strike carved from a famous tree.