Zhang Tianyi had already forged an eight-foot Qiong Gouyu, and Chen Zhao had seen it, so he could definitely make the real one.

"President, Shiratsu Yoko from Tokyo's Grand God Palace is here to visit." West ran to Chen Zhao and said.

"Please invite her in." Chen Zhao said.

Shiraki Yoko came with Nagasaka Riko.

Both were wearing traditional witch costumes.

The attitude is even more humble and respectful.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

During the day, Yangzi looked old.

It seems that she has been under great pressure these two days.

But this is understandable.

Her son, Monk Shenghe, is dead.

Tokyo Grand Temple suffered heavy losses again.

Riko Changban wore a white flower on her head, which represented a family mourning.

This is similar to the tradition of China.

Riko Nagasaka's attitude was even more humble, and she was even a little nervous.

"Hello, Ms. Yoko, is there anything wrong?"

"I heard from the teacher that Mr. Chen is the president of the North American Supernatural Association. Lizi will go to Los Angeles to study this year, so I want to ask Mr. Chen to take care of him. Of course, I also hope that Mr. Chen can take in Lizi so that she can make her own contribution to the Supernatural Association."

Chen Zhao looked at West, and West spoke: "Ms. Yoko, the number of people in the Supernatural Association is already large. We do not intend to accept people in the short term. Of course, taking care of Miss Lizi is also a matter of duty. After all, Los Angeles is our inherent jurisdiction."

West's words are very skillful and seem to be harmonious.

In fact, the subtext is that we don’t want people. Los Angeles is our territory. Honestly everyone is in peace. If they make trouble, no one will give him face.
Chapter completed!