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Chapter 2192 The Iron Triangle Is A Huge Pit

This tone of voice was terribly apprehensive.

Yang Moyan couldn't help laughing, "Don't move, apply some ointment."

"Ointment?" Lin Zhaoxia paused.

"Well," Yang Moyan took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, opened it and squeezed it out, "It's from Song Yan, and it can speed up the healing of wounds."

Lin Zhaoxia has always believed in Song Yan's medical skills.

She hummed.

The ointment is cold and light green in color.

Spread it on the skin and it's gone completely.

"Two days at most, it will be fine." Yang Moyan squeezed a little more.

The burning wound was indeed because of the application of the ointment, and it felt much better.

Lin Zhaoxia snorted, "Do you have a conscience?"

"Yes." Young Master Yang answered fluently.

Lin Zhaoxia rolled her eyes.

After applying the ointment, Lin Zhaoxia pulled back her collar, "Let's go."

The two went back to the places where those influential figures were located one after the other.

Lin Zhaoxia threw out the note, "The question is finished."

The corners of Qingyan's lips curled up, and the arc was quite meaningful, "Xiao Xiazi, Teacher Jiang Shanying asked me to bring you a sentence."

Lin Zhaoxia had a bad premonition in her heart.

Sure enough, the next second.

"The topic you drew is a special topic."

Lin Zhaoxia looked at Qingyan suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

Qingyan pointed to the note in her hand, "It means that there are actually not two special code titles, but three."

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

Qingyan said again, "Tear this note. This note is double-layered. After you tear it, there is still something inside."

Lin Zhaoxia didn't say a word, but tore open the note with a quick hand movement.

Sure enough, as soon as it was torn open, something fell out of it.

Yang Moyan raised his hand to pick it up.

This is still a note, but very small.

It is enough to write a horizontal character.

Yang Moyan turned it over to the side with words, glanced at it, and threw it to the young man beside him.

Lin Zhaoxia raised her hand to catch it, "What's written on it?"

While saying this, she directly looked down.

But in an instant, the corners of her lips twitched, and when she raised her head and looked at Qingyan, Lin Zhaoxia felt that she didn't know what expression to put on: "Who made this question?"

Lan Yanqing answered this question coldly: "Iron Triangle."

"Aren't they a huge hole?" Lin Zhaoxia was almost suffocated by the topic they asked, "Picking a rose or a lotus on the east train track? What do you mean? I also want to hold a flower viewing conference and recite poems for fun." Afternoon tea?"

Ye Ziluo couldn't help laughing, "This topic is really interesting."

The others shrugged, feeling noncommittal.

The East Car Track is an extremely wide racing track with an excellent view around the mountains located in the easternmost part of City A.

In previous years, it was a place for racers to compete and practice in actual combat.

Usually very few other people go by.

But what I never expected was that they might be the pioneers of others.

Who would have thought that the three giant pits of the Audio-Technica actually drove the topic to the East Car runway?
It's simply a genius!

But the subject still needs to be completed.

Lin Zhaoxia crumpled the note, raised her hand and threw it into the trash can beside her, "Isn't it just picking flowers? Not only do I want a rose, I will not let go of any lilies and clivia gypsophila."

After the young man finished speaking, he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said again, "Oh, by the way, there is also the most important variety - chrysanthemum. Don't forget this, I have to pick a few more flowers and give one to Jiang Teacher Shanying."

(End of this chapter)