"Can you help me locate Fu Qingyang?"

Zhang Yuanqing lowered his eyes, not looking at the Marshal's face, and said: "Marshal, please take me to Jinshan City."

"good!"

Fu Qingxuan nodded slightly, took out her mobile phone without delay, made some operations, and then stretched out her hand to hold Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder.

Zhang Yuanqing heard an electronic female voice coming from the other party's mobile phone:

"Ready to go, the whole journey is 60 kilometers, it takes about."

navigation? Why open navigation? A row of question marks flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind.

In the next second, a huge sonic boom exploded in the ear, and the oncoming gust of wind scraped across the body like a steel knife, and the city below quickly retreated.

In addition to the howling wind, there is also the "exclamation" of the navigation software:

"You are speeding, please slow down. You are speeding, please slow down."

The white sword light landed on the roof of a building in Jinshan City.

Zhang Yuanqing's first reaction was: down-to-earth is the happiest thing in the world. The second reaction was to touch my forehead and find that my hairline had shifted a few centimeters.

The strong wind like a steel knife did blow away part of his hair.

Fu Qingxuan overlooked this less prosperous city, her tone was majestic and indifferent:

"Find someone!"

Her indifference is not aimed at a certain person, as if she was born this way.

Born as a high-ranking empress, she has a clear sense of distance from her courtiers.

It's a bit stressful to get along with her. The devil is still awesome. This kind of domineering woman wants to sleep. She bows her head so that she can't see it. Zhang Yuanqing buried his head and summoned the red dancing shoes in the item bar. The twilight interlaced and turned into a pair of brand new dancing shoes.

"Da da da"

As soon as the red dancing shoe appeared, it took a cheerful step, ready to circle its owner, but it froze suddenly, then abandoned its owner, and came to the Marshal. The left shoe took a step back, the heel slightly raised.

A graceful curtsey was made.

The Marshal raised his eyebrows, "No wonder you dare to boast about the regular props of the void profession."

Zhang Yuanqing stuffed the tissue in his hand into the red dancing shoes.

The red shoes were still, as if they were reading the DNA in the tissue. After about three or four seconds, it suddenly moved, rushed out of the roof, and ran along the steep wall.

Fu Qingxuan stood still on the roof, staring at it as it passed through the streets and alleys, passing through tall buildings.

Finally, its red dancing shoes stopped in a very distant place.

It was a traffic light intersection.

The red dancing shoes spun around at the intersection, flying their feet up from time to time, kicking hard in the void, kicking out space ripples invisible to ordinary people's naked eyes.

It found Fu Qingyang, but it couldn't get in.

Pedestrians and vehicles on the street turned a blind eye to the dancing shoes that jumped up and down. JrNovels.com