The ones who were really abnormal were Li Moying and the lady beside him.
Such kind of perverse talent was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
And Li Shihong is worthy of being the Patriarch. Apart from emotion, he quickly noticed another key point.
"Wait, wait a minute! Moying, you said just now that you accompanied Young Miss Li to sign up? Why did she go to the queue to sign up alone?"
Li Moying did not answer, but turned his gaze to the little fox beside him.
Huang Yueli blinked her big eyes, looking innocent she replied coyly, "Oh? I don't have to wait in line? But, I'm a human race, and I don't belong to any first-class power, so I must have to wait in line, right?"
