All-field Godly Wish System

This sleep is particularly sweet, but also had a beautiful dream, the results of this dream to noon.

Having lunch with Liu Muhan, according to the Convention, Yang Ling went out to collect today's subsistence allowances, while the female president usually worked at home in the afternoon, so the life was so smooth.

They are very smooth on this side, and on the other side they are already frying!

Today is the day for PT team and SSD team to compete!

The entire venue is called a sea of people. In order to witness the extraordinary heat of the game and the arrival of several idols, the stadium, which can accommodate 30000 people, is full of seats.

The organizers had already considered the heat of the game and built a giant electronic display outside the venue, so that the spectators who didn't buy tickets crowded into the square one by one.

In order to maintain the order of the scene, magic city even sent out a large number of police officers.

SSD team early on the scene to warm up, and Pt team came to two people, a manager Miao Cheng, a team leader Huangzhuang.

As for ah Ling, they have not seen any ghost

Many fans are shouting the names of ah Ling and Liu Dong, while the organizers are scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks. If ah Ling doesn't come, he will be wonderful.

The key point is that you can't take them. They have money. It doesn't matter whether they fight or not

At the moment, Alin, who they care about, is cutting the weeds in the villa area, and has become an aunt sweeping the floor.

Isn't it a minimum living allowance?

By the way, it absorbs the vitality of weeds and serves the people. It's very good

When he absorbed the happiness, the phone rang and Yang Xue's voice came from the other end of the mobile phone: "brother, something happened, we forgot the game!"

"Trenching!"

Yang Ling smell speech scared, this just remembered that there is a competition today!

He didn't have a good breath: "didn't you remind me? What do you think of sister Siyin? "

Yang Xue said wrongly: "it was a little late to go for a ride yesterday, just..."

"Oh, stop talking. Come and pick us up."

Yang Ling knew that it was not time to talk nonsense. She threw the weeds in her hand and ran to the villa.

"Muhan, don't work, hurry up and go to the competition!"

"Ah?"

Liu Muhan was stunned at the smell of speech. The female president's affairs were forgotten. What about the competition? How could you work to make money quickly?

She was in a hurry to change her pajamas. She was going to make up simply. Yang Ling said with a laugh: "you are so beautiful. If you make up again, do you want to kill people?"

"Hurry up, let's go!"

The match time is two o'clock in the afternoon. It's already one o'clock. Driving to the devil is obviously unrealistic.

After hesitating for a while, they flew directly to the South Lake Villa area with a falcon helicopter.

As time went by, the voices of discontent on the scene became louder and louder. Several of the organizers felt numb. The key point was that they didn't know Yang Ling's telephone number. The feedback from Miao Cheng was that Yang Dong's telephone was confidential and could not be said.

It's even if it's OK. Miao Cheng and Huang Zhuang are obviously angry because their players have been banned for a season. Their answers are not warm and they want to kill them.

There were 30000 spectators and 30000 people in the square. It would be wonderful to scold people.

The key is that the live audience of this competition has reached 40 million, and several foreign competition areas are also very concerned about it. If we really want to stand up, the PT team will certainly finish playing, and the organizer may die even worse.