The man's eyes are calm and powerful, and the sea is as vast as the sea.

His smile was slightly, as if the clouds broke through the moon, the wind and snow finally stopped, and the bright light was blooming in an instant.

He had a very strong look, and with such a smile, he almost grabbed all his soul.

Si Fuqing was captured by his eyes for a moment, and paused for a while, and she blinked: "The boss also knows this history well?"

Yu Xiheng's tone was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "I have read a few historical books, which is very interesting."

"Okay, I haven't finished watching it yet." Si Fuqing held his cheek, "When I finish watching it, I'll ask the boss for some advice."

Yu Xiheng didn't nod or shake his head, just drank tea quietly.

The other hand gently tapped the table, with deep black eyes.

How could he not understand that it was the era he had experienced himself.

These mountains and rivers are also the place where he once stood and looked at.

But it has changed time and space.

He was meticulous and wise, as close to the demon as Emperor Yin, and he did not think about why he had reached this thousand-five hundred years of future after his death and ushered in a rebirth.

It seems like a dream.

But Yu Xiheng knew that this was true.

He saw Daxia a thousand five hundred years later.

Perhaps it was God who knew the dream he had before his death, and he had mercy on him and gave him a next life.

For him, the records in historical books are not just stereotyped words, but proof of his life.

It is a different kind of fun to watch future generations evaluate themselves.

Yu Xiheng did read a lot of biography and storytelling about him, and there were praises, but there were also ridicule.

But after a person dies, he looks over and goes there.

Those who criticize him and praise him are all things in the past.

Victory is joyful, defeat is also joyful.

He never thought that a little girl could say such a thing.

It reminded him of someone.

Today, Daxia has developed technology and flourished thousands of miles away.

He really has no regrets.

Si Fuqing was very full at this meal, and she leaned lazily on the chair: "I want to be a fat man, touch my belly if I have nothing to do."

Feng Sanmu cleaned up the plate with a face.

He was already used to Si Fuqing saying anything unreasonable.

At this time, Yu Xiheng's eyes fell on her and finally said, "Where to live?"

"Ah?" Si Fuqing looked up and reported a place.

Yu Xiheng nodded and looked at Feng San.

Feng San immediately understood: "I'll send Miss Si to see you off."

At the same time, I felt a little strange.

Brother Jiu's attitude towards Miss Si was closer.

Si Fuqing carried his bag and blinked the fox: "Boss, if I perform well, can I have a long appointment?"

Yu Xiheng remembered her fierceness in the car, and the shocking words she said before, and laughed softly: "Look at your performance."

Si Fuqing was satisfied now, and she happily compared her heart: "Boss, I love you, I'll change my clothes first."

I caught someone and found her next home after she finished picking her up.

Anyway, she knows a lot of things, so she really can't set up a stall at Tianqiao.

She is such a little genius.

Si Fuqing ran away with a jumping and jumping away.

Yu Xiheng suddenly spoke: "Does it look like it?"

Feng San's expression sterned: "Brother Jiu, what do you mean?"

In an instant, his mind began to search for suspicious objects from major organizations. Which agent or killer was like Si Fuqing.

Although Feng San already had a little affection for Si Fuqing, he was also ready to kill her on the spot.

Yu Xiheng's lips raised slightly: "The color-changing fox."

Feng San: "???"

What?

**

After Si Fu put out his clothes and came out, Feng San also drove over.

This is a pure white car, still without a logo and the style is very low-key.

But as soon as he got in, Si Fuqing found that the car was unique.

She quietly put her hand on the windowsill.

There are at least three hidden weapons hidden in it, so I won’t talk about other complex mechanisms for the time being.

As long as someone dares to hijack the car, these hidden weapons will kill the person in an instant.

Not only that, the shell of this car is also very hard, obviously made of special materials.

It seems that her boss has a lot of background.

Si Fuqing naturally didn't ask if Feng San was from the Mo family in Zhongzhou.

Although the Mohist school has stood for thousands of years without falling, it is not a field that ordinary people can involve.

Feng San noticed her gaze: "Ms. Si likes this car?"

"Sweet." Si Fuqing leaned on his back and held his chin, "You can improve more."

However, the price of her move is not low, and she will not help people modify it casually.

Feng San was aroused of competitive spirit: "How to improve?"

This car was cast by the Mohist family, with a market price of 1 billion yuan at the Zhongzhou auction.

Si Fuqing snapped his fingers and pointed to a plane that was speeding past the sky: "Did you see that Daxia 750?"

Feng San looked up and was stunned: "How did you know that it was 750?"

"Simple, Jiangcheng International Airport only has two models: 750 and 349. This plane flies eastward, which is to go to Donglinghai, so it must be 750."

Feng San nodded subconsciously.

Si Fuqing tilted his head: "Give me three days, I can fly directly to the Duchy of Mouston at a speed of 6,000km per hour."

The Duchy of Muston is located in the center of the Western Continent, more than 10,000 kilometers away from the border of the Great Xia Empire.

Feng San's mouth twitched.

Why is he so confident that he can accept all the nonsense of Miss Si?

The speed of 6000km is a rocket-powered experimental aircraft.

A research institute has worked hard for decades.

"I'll buy a car when I have money." Si Fuqing was slow, "Your car is too slow, there is no fun."

“…”

Feng San sent Si Fuqing back to her small apartment and almost fled in panic.

Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Young people, they can't bear it."

She closed the door, threw herself onto the soft bed, and rolled a few times.

Yu Xiheng paid her 100,000 yuan in advance. She had already placed an order online and bought more than a dozen boxes of electronic parts and snacks.

It feels so good to have money.

Si Fu leaned down for a while and went to the kitchen to cut the honeydew melon she had just bought.

Then I went to the computer desk and opened the notebook.

Half a day passed, her name was still on hot searches, and the verbal war on Weibo had reached a white-hot stage.

Si Fuqing admired this kind of low-level fan circle fight for so long.

While eating honeydew melons, she looked at the shouting Lu Cheng fans with relish.

[Tianle Media didn't say anything, probably it was true, otherwise it would have been refuted.]
To be continued...