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Chapter 2010 Can he fly?(2/2)

"They can also arrange for the imperial chef to serve the dishes."

At this time, Noya called again to urge him.

In this moment, I have been calling several times.

They all urge Ye Fan to attend the banquet as soon as possible.

Of course, attending a banquet is secondary.

The main thing is, after dinner, let Ye Fan leave immediately.

This killer is in the Indian Kingdom for one more minute, and their martial arts in the Indian Kingdom will be more dangerous to destroy the country.

Therefore, based on the principle of letting Ye Fan get out after he finishes his meal, the sooner the banquet, the better.

"Okay, stop urging me, I'll go there right away."

Ye Fan was a little amused and crying.

In desperation, he had to fly directly over Yukong.

However, after all, I am not familiar with the place.

Ye Fan actually flew in the wrong direction.

I ran a long way before I found the right place.

"It should be here?"

Ye Fan looked at the heavily guarded palace hall in front of him and finally confirmed that he had come to the right place.

Boom ~

At this time, the roar of cylinders came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful lightning flashed out a beautiful arc on the ground, and finally stopped outside the palace.

"So fast."

"It feels like it's almost as good as a plane." On the co-pilot, Zhang Xiaoyu, who was dressed as luxurious as a canary, turned red with a pretty face and exclaimed.

Prince Dory next to him smiled faintly and pretended to behave: "Accelerate by 100 km/h for 3.6 seconds, and the maximum speed is 314 km/h."

"I dare say that there is no car faster than me in the entire Indian country."

Prince Dorry pretended to be a pussy lightly, then took Zhang Xiaoyu's hand and walked out of the car.

"Um?"

"Isn't that your suitor?"

Prince Dorley soon noticed Ye Fan in front of him.

Zhang Xiaoyu shook her head: "Impossible. Prince Dori has the fastest car in Indian countries. How could he run ahead of us? Brother Prince must have read it wrong..."

Zhang Xiaoyu was still shaking her head.

However, when she met Ye Fan's gaze, Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned at that time.

God!

Is it really him?

But...but how is this possible?

Could this guy be flew over here?
Chapter completed!
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