God-Level Choice

"This morning, an urgent message was broadcast. Mr. Fan Zhe died and was resurrected. He appeared on the street, was witnessed and asked about the crash of the plane. Mr. Fan Zhe said he did not board the plane, so he escaped. Because of other things, I did not appear in public in time, and I regret the turmoil caused by it. Sir, Mr. Fan Zhe is not dead, so, so..." I did not continue. He was afraid that he would only have the reaction he knew in the back of his head, holding the sheet with one hand and the pottery with the other. He raised his hand suddenly, stopping when it fell. Anyway, it's also Fan Zhe's work, that's it, it's different, this, but not what I want, not as valuable as before!

I didn't say anything, I listened to the movement inside. At this time, a small piece came over and said softly: "There is new news. Mr. Fan Zhe announced that he will return to China. In order to celebrate this disaster, he will cast a life called "life". After reading this book , Mr. Fan Zhe will wash his hands thoroughly and retreat to the rivers and lakes." "So, is this life the last life?" Fan shouted: "He, who has a ticket to the Dragon Kingdom, what is the reason for disappearing these days ?And, his front foot is missing, and there is a piece of work behind him, do you think these things are coincidences? That old man named Ning. Tianyi and a guy called a little gangster, these people, these guys!"

Cough violently. Reflexively opened the door. He shook his head, then came back. He said: "As Mr. said, the incident was too coincidental, and now I am afraid that the status quo of the estate has been destroyed, and they are negotiating."

"Hey, why are they targeting me? What's the motive?" Fang held the pottery: "You say!

"Sir, I'm leaving now. It should be Mrs. Zhou." Green said boldly: "This woman is a femme fatale. Think about it, she will find these people to deal with us. She has dared to treat you for several years. I- Can't tell.

"Mrs. Zhou..." Fan Xingnan finally went to bed, opened the door, smashed it, squatted down, put on his pajamas backwards, and walked into the hall, the photo of Fan Zhe was playing on the TV screen. After he's been interviewed, I'm going home. Standing next to him is the little gangster. The gangster guards Fan Zhe and blocks the reporter. Suddenly, he looked up at the camera. Through the screen, I also felt a profound provocation!

...ask for flowers...

"Mr. Fan, Mr. Fan, can you tell us where you lived in the past few days? Why did you say you were on the plane, why didn't you contact your family? How is your physical condition?"

The reporter from the island country was very tough, chasing all the way, Chu Feng protected the old man, until he got into the car, he turned around and spoke fluent Japanese: "Mr. Fan hopes to have a quiet environment and use this encounter to create the last life. Thanks to friends from the media for their concern , I hope everyone can understand and give Mr. Fan a favorable creative space. Thank you!

Chu Feng bent down, and immediately, a microphone was raised: "Excuse me, Mr. Fan, who are you?"

"A friend of Mr. Fan asked me to protect Mr. Fan." Chu Feng said: "This time, my colleagues and I will be responsible for Mr. Fan's safety."

"Does the security concern mean that Mr Fan's life is threatened?"

"Yes, some of Mr. Fan's last works have been acted on before five..