Different Dimension Game

Fengling blushed.

These things, her important possessions, would kill people if they were sold.

She dare not sell indiscriminately.

At this moment, another uncle in a suit and tie smelled the stinky smell of her body, and his face showed ecstasy: "Haha, I found it, I found it! It's you! Little girl, you what's your name?"

Feng Ling felt nervous when she saw this old man.

This is instinctive vigilance.

When she first arrived, she didn't know anything about the world, and even the bustling crowd did not bring enough security.

The world she was born into...

There are also huge crowds.

But many times, the crowd is not as imagined... The expressions and demeanor of the crowd are similar, and they seem to be mechanically rigid. If you mix into the crowd, you will be assimilated unconsciously.

Of course, human beings in this world are obviously more alive and energetic. Everyone hurries, with their own expressions and life, to their own destination: the struggle of social animals, the laughter of children, the pain and hesitation of adults. Together, they formed a strong firework atmosphere.

The old man stepped forward and introduced himself familiarly: "My sire, Pan Hao, was commissioned by the 'Saint' dream and came here to wait. This girl's dress should be the one I need to wait for."

After so many years, Pan Hao has long been a billionaire, with wrinkles on his forehead and white hair climbing up to his temples.

Compared to the past, he is much older.

But his body is still very strong... Although he is in his seventies, he looks like he is only in his fifties because of his good maintenance and regular exercise.

Feng Ling still didn't make a sound, and looked at the old man carefully.

"Little girl, you came here with a special mission, right? You must have encountered something extraordinary? What's in your sack? Huh? If you don't say anything, no one can help you. ."

Pan Hao is not a person without eyesight, he saw at a glance that this bag is not extraordinary.

A thick and strange aura emanated from the sack.

His heart suddenly moved, and his voice lowered: "...you have a bag of things... you can't be so big and walk around on the road."

"Don't waste time here, just follow me if you trust me." Pan Hao touched his nose, "Find a place to live first, what you want to do shouldn't be easy, right?"

Facing this strange uncle, Feng Ling felt a little suspicious and a little embarrassed.

After all, she is 20 years old and loves beauty. She smells so bad because she digs 10 screaming chickens from the garbage... It's strange if she doesn't smell bad.

After thinking about it for a while, Fengling still picked up the sack and got into Pan Hao's BYD car.

She really has nowhere to go.

(If the social order in this world is perfect, everything may require something called "money".) She has no money, no identity, and nothing.

And ordinary human beings can't bully her, because she has the ability of "spirit vision". It may be a little harder to fight against the weird; against ordinary people, as long as you are stunned, you will faint directly.

Therefore, she is not so afraid of any uncle.

"Uncle... who are you?" Feng Ling asked cautiously.

She suddenly realized that the words she spoke were not a language she was familiar with, but a language called Chinese.

(Is it the influence of the flame in your mind?)

Feng Ling was thinking in her heart.

"My name is Pan Hao. You can call me Uncle Pan." Pan Hao said without turning his head.

"Last night I had a dream... Saint, he asked me to come here to meet someone." Pan Hao said with a hint of fanaticism.

"I knew that the saint was immortal...he finally contacted me!"

"Saint?" Feng Ling wondered.

"Don't look at how old my old Pan is, when I was young, I was the one who saved the world..." Pan Hao boasted, "After the sage's guidance, I can be considered a half-successful person who invested in a villa in the middle of the mountain. A villa. On this small Hong Kong Island, you can’t even buy a villa like this.”

Half a successful person is actually a self-effacing statement. A billionaire who is worth more than one billion can be regarded as a well-known figure.

Of course, Pan Hao lives an unusually low-key life with his reverence for this world.

It is his survival principle to never enter the official perspective.

Reason: trouble, fear.

"Drip!"

The green light came on, and the car behind kept urging and honking frantically.

Pan Hao turned his head and roared loudly with a blushing face: "Driving so fast to seek death! Is Mercedes-Benz great?"

He murmured two words in his heart: If I hadn't kept a low profile, I would have bought a Rolls-Royce long ago.

Feng Ling was startled by his roar.

(Saint, is the most powerful force in this world?)

(Did the saint help me just now? Manipulate my body?)

She was thinking wildly.

"By the way, what happened to you, you can talk about it first." Old Pan cleared his throat, "We are also the people who have saved the world, and we can serve as counselors. Of course, we can not talk about what we can't talk about, and there are some things we can't talk about. , I won't force it."

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I see that you have pointed ears and a hint of green in your pupils. You are not a human in our world, are you? Visitors from parallel worlds are nothing, we have seen a lot more."

"Your world won't be occupied by some ghosts, will it?"

"Saint... Who is it?" Feng Ling was taken aback.

"It's impossible for me to tell the saint's secret." Pan Hao said with a bit of sigh, "Even if this secret has already been made public in the circle."

"If you are a person from a parallel world, don't be embarrassed. After all, our world is very deep. One more person is not much, and one less is not a lot."

"Of course, it is also because the saint noticed you that I will help you."

Inexplicably met a familiar uncle who directly pointed out that he was a human being in a parallel world, and Feng Ling was so nervous that he was about to collapse.

But take a closer look, she does look a little different from the crowd on the road, only a little bit...

Can't see it at all!

Not long after, Pan Hao's house arrived.

The Mid-level Villa is also a well-known and rich area on Hong Kong Island.

Pan Hao drove into the garage and roared, "Wife, there are guests at home! Cook some good dishes."

A well-maintained woman in her 60s took a look in the kitchen: "Bianxi's pretty girl? (Where's the pretty girl from)?"

"I picked it up on the side of the road... don't ask, don't be curious, don't talk too much, let alone say it out." Pan Hao said solemnly.

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(Carwen is serious these days, and the connection between the two worlds is a bit difficult to write. I have edited and edited many times, so the number of words has been reduced.)

(Hopefully get over it soon!)

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but it quickly relaxed.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.