It’s just dawn, Hongqiao Airport!
The huge fuselage slowly approached the airport runway, as if an eagle spread its wings and glided towards its prey.
Shen Meng, who was wearing a casual suit, walked to the bright tiles in the departure hall, and the Italian handmade custom-made leather shoes and tiles made a crisp sound.
As the third son of the Shen family, a blood descendant family, he exudes a unique temperament, which is the nobility and pride infiltrated by a century-old family.
Behind Chen Meng was an old man with gray hair. There was a vertical knife mark on his left eye. The eyeball in the middle of the knife mark was gray and white, with a single eye. He is over 50 years old, but he is as strong as an ox. He is wearing loose retro training clothes and a pair of cloth shoes.
"There are still many people in Shanghai. With more people, there are more resources, which are inexhaustible." Shen Meng looked at the waiting hall where people were coming and going, took out a wallet from his arms, and said with emotion: "Space magic weapon, tsk tsk, Baoze's standard equipment is quite convenient, but it's a pity that the core technology is tightly controlled, and we families can't get it no matter how much we covet it."
As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized bronze cauldron from his wallet and breathed lightly at the mouth of the cauldron. Wisps of green smoke emerged from the cauldron, drifting to all parts of the waiting hall.
At the Sinbac sales office, a young mother and her young son were sitting at a round table eating dessert. There was a cup of coffee in front of her and a piece of chocolate cake in front of the child.
When Shen Meng and the old man passed by, the young mother took a look at the charming young man. The boy who was eating the cake obediently suddenly shuddered, raised his head, and said with a sad face: "Mom, I'm so cold."
The young mother looked at her son and was surprised. In the hot summer, the child's face turned white from the cold, his teeth chattered and his arms were cold.
There is no way the air conditioning in the departure hall could make people freeze like this.
Chen Meng held the small bronze cauldron in one hand and his mobile phone in the other. He looked at it carefully for a moment and sneered: "The modern descendant of the Li family is really a sissy."
On the phone screen was Li Xianyu's personal information, which was very detailed, including his current address.
"Uncle Yuan, do you think the female fighting spirit from the Li family really knows the location of the Palace of the Gods?" Shen Meng turned off his phone and frowned: "You came all the way to Shanghai, don't fetch water from a bamboo basket. All in vain."
The one-eyed old man squinted, "If there is anyone in this world who really knows where the Palace of the Ten Thousand Gods is, it is her. It is precisely because of her that Li Wuxiang has the courage to swallow up the treasure. It's just that everything in the world comes down, and women The fighting spirit is not invincible. Today's Buddha Head can fight her."
"What about Dao Zun?" Shen Meng raised his eyebrows.
"The Taoist Master is still a little short of time. Eighty years ago, the demon Tao brought disaster to the world, and the Taoist sect was the first to bear the brunt. In the past, all ten elders of the Taoist sect were lost in the hands of the demon Tao. Their vitality was severely damaged, and they have not yet fully recovered."
"Eighty years ago, the Taoist and Buddhist Association suffered heavy losses due to the demonic disaster. Twenty years ago, it was the Li Wuxiang incident, and it was the turn of the major families to wither away their talents. Tsk, tsk, since the late Qing Dynasty, there have been some troubles in our blood world from time to time. , it is a pity that countless talents died in their infancy. On the other hand, since modern times, talents of foreign descent have emerged in large numbers, but one has faded and the other has waxed and waned, which is very bad... My grandfather always sighs like this." Shen Meng shrugged: "But I think that talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. For example, the sword holder in Baoze, so what if you say he compares with Buddha's head?"
Regarding this issue, the old man thought seriously for a long time: "A few years ago, this person came out of nowhere. He first pressured the geniuses of major families and disciples of Taoist and Buddhist associations, and then challenged the older generation of masters. He went through hundreds of battles without losing a single victory. It's so terrifying. The last time he made a move, he was still far away from the Jida, but that was a year ago, and now he may have half a foot in the Jida. At the worst, he is at the same level as the Taoist Master."
"Ultimate masters are rare after all. Don't worry about it. Women's fighting spirits were glorious in the past, but today they are nothing more than dragons swimming in the shoals. But there is nothing to fear about that A-level killer from the Ancient God Sect. Uncle Yuan, can you handle it?"
"The S-class masters in Baoze are all extraordinary. I dare not say that I am sure of victory, but there is no problem in fighting for a while. Third Master, your target this time is not a fighting spirit, but a descendant of the Li family. As long as you capture him , the female fighting spirit is naturally controlled by us. But there is one thing I must remind you, do not harm the heirs of the Li family. "
Chen Meng curled his lips and said disdainfully: "What's so great about an ant-like figure, just relying on the halo of his ancestors. This time the Palace of the Gods is about to be born, and the female fighting spirit cannot protect itself, let alone a little puppy. I have been staring at it all these years. This guy has more than just Taoist and Buddhist agreements."
The one-eyed old man stopped, looked serious, and said seriously: "Third Master, you have to promise me."
Shen Meng felt agitated for no reason, "I know, are you annoyed?"
He has been the center of the world since he was a child. He is pampered by his elders, loved and cared for by his brothers and sisters, and surrounded by the aura of the third young master of the Shen family. He is the center of attention wherever he goes.
I am naturally disgusted with a focal figure like Li Xianyu.
The two of them walked to the door of the terminal and stopped. Shen Meng turned around and looked at the lobby. His eyes could see things that ordinary people could not see. A wraith between reality and illusion is sucking the energy of passers-by in the departure hall.
Next to the waiter at the information desk in front, there was a ghost with sunken eyes and a vulgar appearance. It was a pervert who persisted in his obsession with women after death. He was sucking the waiter's semen while teasing her.
Therefore, when the waitress felt cold, she would also feel chest tightness and shortness of breath. Her complexion was so bad that it was almost difficult to work.
Another example is the mother and son next to Starbucks. The young mother is rubbing her hands and breathing for her child desperately, while talking on the phone with an anxious expression on her face.
She couldn't see that behind her son, there was a ferocious little ghost sucking the boy's essence.
There are hundreds of ghosts wandering around in the terminal. They either follow pedestrians or lie on their shoulders, sucking the essence of strangers like parasites absorb nutrients from their hosts.
"Third Master, it's okay. If you don't take it back, people from the Baoze Group will notice it." The one-eyed old man said, "You should do less of this kind of thing in the future."
"These fat-headed and big-eared leeks are not cut white or cut. They are just used for their energy. They do not harm people's lives. What can Baoze Group do to me?" Shen Meng didn't care.
"After all, it's not our Shen family's territory. Baoze Group is fine. We're just afraid of trouble." The one-eyed old man said.
Shanghai is not a small city. As the country's financial center, its flow of people is terrifying. And being at the airport, you might encounter one or two ruthless people.
Manipulating Yin spirits to absorb life is both arrogant and offensive.
Shen Meng sighed: "I don't know when I will be able to refine this soul-refining cauldron to its final level. Every piece of this high-end magic weapon consumes energy and energy. By the way, I caught Li Xianyu, the female fighting spirit. Will you really listen to us?"
The one-eyed old man nodded: "This is the only surviving bloodline of the Li family. At least this is the bloodline she recognizes. She dare not disobey."
I really want the recommendation vote, 嘤嘤嘤.
(End of chapter)