Michelle Accord said: "Father, I have a plan to deal with the handsome."

Tell me.

Michelle Reagan looked at Michelle Accord with a look of hope.

Michelle Accord said: "Father, it's time for us to use the Daxia Peace Medal. This is the only way to solve our urgent needs so far."

Michelle Regan's complexion changed again and again: "The Daxia Peace Medal... Is it really to the point of using the Peace Medal? Hey."

Michelle Accord said: "Father, after my various estimates, this is the only effective way at present."

Hey.

Michelle Regan shook her head and sighed: "The Great Xia Peace Medal, which was passed down by the ancestors for several generations, was not willing to use, but it was finally wasted on my hands. I am a sinner."

Michelle Accord comforted: "Father, you don't have to blame yourself. If you don't use the Peace Medal, my Michelle family will most likely be wiped out by the gods this time."

"At that time, the Michelle family will be gone. Who will this Great Xia Peace Medal fall into?"

"You use the Medal of Peace now. I believe that if the ancestors and ancestors knew about it, they will definitely understand you."

Hey, let's go.

Michelle Reagan said: "Go and ask for the Peace Medal."

Michelle Reagan seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, and it was difficult to walk.

He was helped all the way back to his room by Michelle Accord, and carefully took out a medal from the safe.

Although this medal is a few years old, it is well protected and looks very new.

Carefully putting the medal on his chest, Michelle Reagan's tears flowed down.

"This is what our ancestors exchanged with blood and sweat, but now I am defeated. I am a sinner of the family."

Saying that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed twice to atone for his sins.

Michelle Accord has long been impatient.

Damn, this old thing is really not a lot of nonsense. It's this time, and it's still kowtow. Our ancestors have been turned to ashes long ago, and we can't see or hear.

If you waste any more time, our entire family will have to go down to accompany our ancestors.

After finally getting on the plane to Daxia, Michelle Accord said: "Father, please say hello to Daxia Lord in advance, lest we suddenly visit and the other party is unprepared."

If Michelle Reagan visits Daxia at ordinary times, there is no need to alarm the Daxia Lord.

But this time is different. He wears the Medal of Peace, which is the VIP of Daxia, and he will be received by Daxia with the highest courtesy.

This is the equivalent of a mission visit.

Michelle Reagan took out a special communicator and contacted the King of Great Xia.

The communicator rang seven or eight times before finally connecting.

Michelle Regan greeted respectfully: "Old Chief, stay safe."

The old chief's voice was gentle yet majestic: "It turned out to be Mr. Reagan, long time no see."

Michelle Regan smiled slightly: "Yeah, I haven't seen each other since we parted ten years ago. I really miss you very much."

The old chief said: "If Mr. Regan has nothing to do, he can come to Daxia and sit down. I will welcome you at any time."

Michelle Regan smiled bleakly: "Old Chief, to be honest, I'm flying to Daxia by plane now, I'm afraid I'm going to harass the old Chief."

Oh?

The old chief said: "Mr. Reagan came to Daxia in such a hurry, is there something wrong?"

Michelle Regan sighed: "Hey, I do have something to ask for. I even brought the Republic Medal left by my ancestors."

To be honest, the old chief Ken's greetings with Michelle Reagan were entirely on the face of the Peace Medal.

Now that Michelle Reagan has even brought the Peace Medal, it seems to be a big deal.

The old chief's tone couldn't help being more solemn: "Oh, I don't know what stumped Mr. Regan." JrNovels.com