Just so lightly, the task that would be enough to establish the future relationship between the American genealogy and the heavenly genealogy was casually handed over to the hands of the two new generations.

It's too heartbroken.

Russell was still in a blazing state, smoking and drinking beer, and getting a bucket of popcorn from somewhere, and was already excited to watch the show.

It seems that I don’t mind watching the fun: ‘Fight, fight!’

It's really unreliable to count on this old guy.

Huai Shi shook her head, sighed, and said to Liz: "Since that's the case, I seem to be able to talk to people from higher levels."

"There is no higher-level, Huai Shi." Liz retorted indifferently, "I am the only one who will talk to you."

“No, there are.”

Huai Shi shrugged and her fingers supported the screen where the phone was lit up. On the screen, a phone number was rotating with Huai Shi's fingertips.

He said: "For me, there is a more suitable one..."

Liz's expression stagnated and became even colder.

Because above the number page, the overly young face was smiling proudly through the screen.

"Is your uncle Mr. Izzy okay?"

Huai Shi asked caringly: "We are old acquaintances... Speaking of which, I didn't expect that the high priest of the surviving god Mamakiria would become my friend.

Look, Liz, we always have some fate in strange places.”

"Then this will disappoint you, Huai Shi." Liz said mockingly, "Although my uncle likes to mess around, he can't do anything wrong in such a big deal."

"But he's easy to talk to!"

Huai Shi spread her hands and sighed: "This is the difference. Liz, since they are talking to the American genealogy, why don't I talk to Mr. Iz? If the talk is done, our friendship will increase."
Chapter completed!