Really... It's unbearable!

'brush and pull'

This is an angry sprint, this is a cry of sadness, this is a declaration issued by the final champion.

As Gu Zheng's bright yellow figure crossed the finish line, he followed the material of the medal, pure silver.

Although the silver is now worthless as it was this morning.

But it doesn't hold. It's a lot.

This is similar to the big family in ancient times. When it comes to the new year's festival, it takes a silver spindle and sprinkles it out like snowflakes. It's like a reward without money. It's shocking.

After everyone was jealous, they gathered all their eyes on Prince Hamadan.

It was not long before he mingled with these people, but the intelligent Hamadan understood it.

"The organizing committee must have some left. I'll ask someone to take one for our good friends."

There is only one family, no semicolon.

Look, on the importance of knowing a local tyrant, the substantive benefits of this paper have been reflected.

After even the hotel keeper who helped Gu Zheng manage the horses received a palm sized silver coin, Gu Zheng's team was jubilant.

"Celebrate, revel, shout for our champion!"

As soon as the people in such a large luxury room were ready to open champagne to celebrate, director Bai, as the only sober person, stopped everyone's next activities.

"No, you guys, when I beg you, can we celebrate after Gu Zheng has participated in the Hercules Champions League?"

"Regardless of whether Gu Zheng can get the ranking, at least we should take it seriously."

"I'm here with a national mission."

No matter how peripheral the game is, it was also officially invited.

"Oh!"

For a moment, the slightly disappointed crowd was blown away.

But those who waved flags and shouted for Gu Zheng could not stop their work.