A Nighttime Talk with the President

U-Olga Marie was currently sitting in a small pavilion on a hillside somewhere in the Sapphire Flower Homeland. This was one of the spots Aoko Aozaki had deliberately built for picnics in the past. From here, she could look down over several cities of vastly different styles within the Sapphire Flower Homeland, as well as the beautiful natural scenery that had been meticulously landscaped by human hands.

To U-Olga Marie's keen senses, this little world was pitifully small, incomparable to the universe, the galaxy, or even the solar system.

Although the spatial prompt had confirmed that the recipe books in these two Japanese men's hands were undoubtedly genuine, Liu Mang still wanted to know their exact origins.

Thus, after descending, the seven vanguards had each devoted themselves to developing their own forces, with little interaction between them. Even so, once their respective factions had established a certain foundation, they would still hold a basic meeting.

Although Young Emperor Zhao was lecherous and had been thoroughly toyed with by a scheming bitch, he was by no means incompetent when it came to employing people. Understanding this well, he not only did not blame anyone, but instead became even more respectful.

While Bode was busy taking his subordinates on blind dates, Sos was also kept extremely busy.

They even took several photos and posted them to their social media feeds, drawing amazement and envy from friends who had never been to Meitan or tasted the food at Yipin Residence.

Inside the rear-most SUV, a slightly plump man helplessly tossed the walkie-talkie that had lost contact aside.

The mummy swam through the ground as nimbly as a fish. After twisting and turning several times, it entered an alley. The alley was not deep, but it was very narrow. Towering exterior walls of buildings