"If I still have my life."
As soon as he left the President's Mansion, he saw the young woman with rainbow-colored hair. She was sitting on a fire hydrant by the street, munching on a freshly printed election campaign poster.
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"Do you really think this method will work?" Shiyu Ling was deeply skeptical, "The last time we tried this, it was exposed just one night after we landed."
"No harm in trying." Gongsun Ce said, "At worst, switch to plan B."
Qiluo pulled a long face: "Our plan B is just charging ahead directly, isn't it?! That's no contingency plan; it's just giving up!"
"Toot~ toot toot~" Qin Qianbai was blowing a drop-shaped little whistle in the passenger seat. Recently, she was tirelessly transforming Wanhua into a musical instrument. Alandia slowed down the car. Half a minute ago, a yellow flash streaked across the road, blocking the highway a hundred meters ahead with a milk river suddenly cutting across. A group of drivers was crowded before the river.
