Bai Yueguang wears it back after death

"Let go of him!" The arrogant young man surrounded in the middle turned pale with shock, "Do you dare to do it?"

Wen Xiao really had nothing to dare, he pinched, twisted and kicked, and kicked the bodyguard to the ground.

After doing all this, Wen Xiao still stands in front of Wen Qingle.

Wen Qingle was quite moved. I didn't expect that this kid seemed to ignore him, and he was so reliable at the critical moment!

Wen Qingle thought again that Wen Xiao had just come of age, so he hurriedly turned around to protect Wen Xiao at the back, and looked straight at the arrogant young man in the middle.

"We won't be so polite next time," Wen Qingle folded his arms, and let the young man's supernatural powers overwhelm him, "Get lost!"

The arrogant young man trembled all over, and fell to the ground unbearably, almost pissed off.After reacting, he scrambled away and ran away, not forgetting to put down his harsh words, "I will definitely come back! When I succeed in running for the city lord of this city, I will drive you all out!"

Wen Qingle: "..."

He will definitely come back. Does this person think he is a well-known inspirational villain?

To complain about it, Wen Qingle still noticed one thing.That person said he was running for the city lord, which means that the positions of city lords in various cities are still vacant and can be contested.

Then can he also...

Wen Qingle's mind started to move, he took Wen Xiao to a nearby milk tea shop, sat down in a corner, and discussed major plans together.

Wen Qingle: "What do you want to drink, I invite you, thanks to you helping me this time."

Wen Xiao didn't respond, he picked up the drink list and pursed his lips lightly.

This is another chance.

Having lived together for so many years, he naturally knows what Wen Qingle likes to drink.

Wen Xiao's rationality told him that this is not a good way to judge, after all, what Wen Qingle likes to drink is also the popular one, so getting the right answer does not mean that this person is Wen Qingle.The answer is wrong, it is also possible that Wen Qingle's taste has changed over the years.

Time passed slowly, Wen Xiao didn't say a word, just stared at the drink pictures on the list in a daze.

"Brother Cool, don't you like milk tea?" Wen Qingle smiled, "I have a younger brother who doesn't like milk tea either, he thinks it's too sweet, but he likes the taste I ordered for him, do you want to try it too? ?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Qingle saw the person opposite suddenly raised her head.

Damn it, for a moment he forgot that Wen Xiao was abandoned by his brother, showing off his brotherhood in front of Wen Xiao would be too poignant to Wen Xiao's heart.

Wen Qingle hastened to make amends, trying to make this younger brother's age different from Wen Xiao's, so that Wen Xiao could not think of his tragic past: "Because my younger brother was just weaned at that time, I ordered him a cup of pure milk , do you want a drink?"

Wen Xiao: "..."

Wen Qingle blinked, wondering if he was wrong, he always felt that after he said those words, the air pressure in Wen Xiao's whole body became lower.

"No need." Wen Xiao said coldly, "Order your own."

As usual, Wen Qingle ordered his pearl milk tea without pearls. After ordering, she looked up and found that Wen Xiao's previously gloomy face had improved a lot.

...Young people nowadays are really confusing.

After the milk tea was served, Wen Qingle proposed the previous plan, and expressed puzzlement at the young man's idea that he could succeed.

"Why did he succeed in the election? Could it be that the higher the mental retardation level, the higher the chance of success in running for the city lord?"

"...No." Wen Xiao tapped the table lightly with her fingers, "A large part of the election here is based on face."

Wen Qingle was startled: "Are you serious, how can this work?"

"It sounds really stupid, maybe the leader of this country is relatively incompetent." Wen Xiao suddenly mocked a few words, and then continued to explain, "The leader of this country is more gaudy, and uses his appearance to brainwash the people. Let the people give preferential treatment to people with good looks."

Wen Qingle vaguely understood something, and Wen Xiao continued: "It's like a religion, and he himself is the leader. He can use the least effort to manage this group of believers, and spend the most energy to deal with the outside world. So assist him Of course, the city lord who manages this country must also be good-looking."

Wen Qingle: "...Unbelievable, it seems that he has great ambitions, maybe he wants to unify the world just like us."

The ruler of this country is indeed very good-looking, and coupled with his tyrannical abilities, I am afraid that those who have not been brainwashed will be directly defeated.

Wen Xiao smiled without any emotion, and his eyes were filled with coldness: "He doesn't want to unify the world... Whatever he does, things that shouldn't belong to him will never come into his hands."

The surroundings fell into silence, Wen Xiao realized something was wrong and looked up, so Wen Qingle looked at him with a surprised expression: "You know a lot."

Wen Xiao: "..."

Wen Xiao panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down again.He quickly found an excuse and was about to explain when the person opposite excitedly shook his hand.

Wen Qingle said happily: "You must be very concerned about current affairs, and you are keen on military news, right? Yes, I will give you a high salary when I have money in the future!"

Wen Xiao: "..."

Wen Xiao: "Oh."

Wen Xiao pulled out his hand without hesitation even though he was not sure who was facing him.

Wen Qingle didn't care either, he turned on his optical brain, trying to figure out how to participate in the election of the city lord.

This election seems not to be a secret. Wen Qingle entered the official website after a random search. After reading the detailed rules, Wen Qingle was surprised to find that since everyone can participate in this competition, it is not limited to people from their own country.

People from other countries can also participate casually, wouldn't that mean spies everywhere?

Wen Qingle expressed her confusion to Wen Xiao, and Wen Xiao explained lightly: "Of course it's not that simple... I once saw an insider say on a secret forum that if the election is really successful, the last thing is to go to the Meet that person. There must be some kind of threat during the meeting, so that those who win the election dare not betray."

Wen Qingle was a little worried, wouldn't it mean that if he really wins the election, he will see another cub right away?

But Zhu Xiao managed to deceive him, so this cub should be fine.

Wen Qingle regained his blind self-confidence. He decided to run for the election first. If he could win the territory without fighting, then of course it would be the best.

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Every city lord election in the Kingdom of Xia is a carnival for the whole people, not to mention that there are several vacancies for the city lord positions in several cities this time, which attracts even more attention.

The campaign has been live broadcasted since the registration stage, so that all kinds of spectators and fans can better understand the real side of each candidate.

Many people who participated in the election had their own popularity. Before the live broadcast started, a large number of passers-by and fans had gathered in the live broadcast room, and the rainbow skins of the fans were getting longer and longer, so they were afraid that their brother would be suppressed by other fans.

[Brother Li, come on!The elder brother is beautiful and beautiful, and the elder brother is the third, who dares to be the second! 】

[Keke, Nenniu Wufang also has fans, it's a wonder in the world. 】

[Damn it, your squinting eyes are too shy to talk about ours?Pooh! 】

When the live broadcast room was in chaos, the live broadcast officially started, and the melon-eaters and fans immediately cheered up.

There were a lot of people at the registration site, and everyone was groomed in meditation, looking radiant and dazzling.

Many people deliberately chose their most handsome angles and expressions to pass by the camera, causing the fans in the live broadcast room to scream.

A piece of white snow flickered in the corner of a certain camera, which was particularly eye-catching among a group of black-haired people, and instantly sparked a frenzy of discussion.

【Am I not mistaken? That person has all white hair and is running for the election?Aren't you ashamed to be in a crowd of dark-haired people? 】

[Halo... Can a married young husband know something in his own mind? How can he be compared with a pure and innocent little fresh meat after being married? I hate it. 】

[I remember that among the more famous beauties, there is no gray hair. The lightest hair color is the light pink from the country next door. New funder? 】

[That... just to put it mildly, does anyone think his back looks good?This shoulder and neck line, that waist and that leg, absolutely amazing! 】

[Weak and weak plus one...]

Although there were occasional comments praising the white-haired young man for his good looks, they were all ridiculed by the white-haired party.

White hair has always been a symbol of impurity here.In mythology, the white-haired person usually represents the evil god who tempts all living beings and lures people to become bad guys.

With the development of science and technology, although people no longer believe in evil gods, they still discriminate against white-haired people to some extent. After all, this hair color usually only appears in people with chaotic lives, or simply To be in some kind of prostitution business.

The director of the live broadcast obviously knew hot spots very well, and immediately directed one of the shots in the direction of the white-haired young man.

The white-haired young man even wore a mask, and went to the registration office calmly under the eyes of everyone.

[Hehe, I don't dare to show my face, because there are too many people who have had relationships with me and dare not face it, so stop it? 】

[I think I realized that I am not good-looking enough for other people, so I am embarrassed to show my face. 】

To sign up, you need to show your whole face to take a photo, so many people waited, waiting for the white-haired young man to take off his mask and mock him.

Some people have even started typing in advance: [Having this white hair means that he will never become a cinnabar mole, but only a grain of sticky rice on his clothes...]

Before he finished typing, the typist saw the white-haired young man take off his mask.

There was silence in the entire studio.

...That is not a rice stick that can be discarded casually, it is the shining white moonlight.