Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"City of the sky, the fantasy tree, or the belt of rumors???"

The land is burned, and human beings spread branches and leaves on the fantasy tree to build the city in the sky. The fantasy tree will cry.

Yan Ce vaguely remembered something, the reason why he came to Qin in the first place, and seemed to have forgotten it, and stopped honestly when passing by the bakery.

Hungry, out of money, stealing against his code.

Where is this... Do I have an identity here? Is it possible that I am really a criminal.

What was his purpose of being forced to come here?

The thinking in front of the high-end bakery diverges, and passers-by on the street can't help but take a second look when they see something different.

"Do you want this?"

A plain female voice awakened the pensive boy, and while speaking, the young girl came to him with a black umbrella and handed him a piece of bread.

"..."

"Take it. Don't stand in front of the store, it will affect the business. Of course, there will be no business today."

The girl's expression was a little sad, and her delicate face was tinged with alienation. She took off her apron and put it on the counter, staring at the big screen in a daze.

All the news headlines were that Zhang Baigui, the chief minister of the cabinet, had passed away. People from all walks of life on the screen conveyed their condolences through the Internet, and some people didn't even know who Mr. Baigui was, but were simply shocked by the national mourning funeral.

Yan Ce saw the staff member "Xie Yongxu" written on the sign on the girl's chest, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The girl waved her hand and said coldly: "The cover is almost useless, hurry up, I won't give you a second bread."

Immediately, a car stopped at the door, and the well-dressed young man walked past the young man, glanced at Yan Ce, and then walked into the bakery with a bouquet of flowers.

Then, the flowers are thrown away, along with the vase.

"Get out of here!"

"You will be my wife sooner or later, is it necessary..."

"At least, not now."

Yan Ce stopped to look at the girl's distasteful appearance, and saw the young man chasing after him, so he immediately imagined a prime-time TV series.

In order to repay his kindness, the teenager "haired" the youth's mobile phone and wallet.

Returning to the central square to watch the life of this national scholar, I found a face that was too familiar to forget.

"Sir?"

"..."

The woman's expression was cold and indifferent, with a white shirt on her upper body and a hip-wrapping skirt, her slender legs covered in knee socks, a pair of boots outside, her long white hair draped behind her, standing in a very inconspicuous position.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head instinctively, feeling a little puzzled, and in an instant, the doubt turned into surprise, and finally into anger.

The anger could almost burn the boy to death.

But the strange thing is that this scorching flame gradually subsides with the deep gaze.

next moment.

A passing policeman put his hand on Yan Ce's shoulder.

"It was you who paid for it just now. You are very skilled in business, where are your parents?"

Yan Ce: "..."

Shangguan put away his umbrella, took a step forward, and said indifferently, "I am."

"what?"

"Sorry, there is no way to teach children. If you want to be sentenced, please punish as hard as possible."

"Okay... Please come back with me and make a record first."

Before Yan Ce could sort out the people and the status quo, the chief took over from the police and ran over to do the reception work and take the notes himself.

Shangguan sat on the sidelines and listened, with his legs crossed, his pupils looking at the young man reflected a bit of coldness.

"My son has caused you trouble, and I will definitely teach him severely in the future."

The director looked confused, with an expression of wanting to do it but being difficult, and said: "You have only one daughter, Shangguan Wan'er, and you adopted it from the orphanage twenty-two years ago. Are you sure this is your son?"

"Correct."

"I haven't heard you mention that there is no trace in the database?"

"illegitimate child."

Yes, but this reason is not a little far-fetched.

Director: "..."

Yan Ce: "..."

"May I ask you about your biological father's information and work, and update your personal information, do you understand?"

The Shangguan glared at Yan Ce, and said coldly, "The vagrant, died, and was chopped into pieces after death."

This is a criminal case, it must be!