Disaster Shelter

Looking at Song Ling who was full of energy and impassioned, Wen Wen felt a little uncomfortable: So you are not like this, I remember you looked bitter and bitter before, why now it seems like you have beaten chicken blood.

Song Ling smiled and said, My original goal was to make me no longer lonely in this world. Now that I am no longer lonely, of course I have to find something meaningful to do.

The two chatted a few more words before Wen Wen turned around and left, returning to the dining table and continuing to sweep away the dishes left before.

Qiao Feiya looked at Wen Wen curiously and said, What did you and Song Ling say before?

I won't tell you yet, anyway, you will be surprised when the time comes. When Wen Wen said this, Qiao Feiya became even more curious.

After the meal, Wen Wen left the side hall with Tao Qingqing, whose belly was slightly bulging. Tao Qingqing went to get food three more times. Originally, she only planned to eat a little, but the food here is really delicious...

Seeing Wen Wen come out, San Zai'er swam to Wen Wen's side. There was a disc under its snake head, which now looked like a cobra. A cat waiter came over and handed Wen Wen a bill.

How is this going?

Mr. Wen, your pet ate the plate... the catman waiter replied.

The corner of Wen Wen's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say, Tao Qingqing laughed and almost spit out rice grains...

After paying for the plate, Wen Wen stroked the snake skin and said, I was a little harsh on you before, I have to reflect on it, otherwise you won't eat the plate... But since you like to eat the plate, you will eat it for the next five days. How about all the food on the plate?

Sanzai spat out the letter in a daze, then crawled to the ground stiffly, the whole body was a snake stick...

...

At noon the next day, a huge passenger plane stopped, and all the prepared demon hunters boarded the plane one by one, led by Xun Qing, the true order demon hunter.

This plane is full of elite demon hunters from the Washington DC area, if it is shot down...

Well, whoever shoots it down will be unlucky, and will be lovingly cared for by the demon hunters.

Wen Wen smiled and sat next to Xun Qing, and gave him a bottle of hair growth agent: This is a good thing, as long as you put a thin layer on your head, you can grow thick hair.

After hearing this, Xun Qing carefully put away the hair restorer. If he doesn't use it now, he may not need it in the future. Who can guarantee that he will never lose his hair when he reaches middle age.

If you don't have anything to show gallantry, you can either rape or steal. You have something to ask me.

Wen Wen rubbed his hands and said, Hey, I want to build an airplane.

What do you want the plane for? Xun Qing was taken aback for a moment.

I often run around in the big area. It's too much trouble to drive. It's better to fly the plane by myself. Anyway, I have a pilot. The third son wrapped around Wen Wen's arm had an ominous premonition. It will be it.

If you really want it, I can get it for you. You can't sell fighter jets, but military transport planes or helicopters are okay, but those are ordinary goods.

If you want a better plane, I suggest you go to this exchange meeting to look for it. You should be able to find a better choice. Every exchange meeting in the US and Canada is like selling arms.

That's okay. Anyway, I have money now, and the means of transportation are getting better and better... Speaking of which, it's the first time I've come into contact with demon hunters from other regions.

Xun Qing nodded and said: The situation in each region is different. Although the Hunter Association in the United States and Canada belongs to the Hunter Association in name, it is actually equivalent to another organization. You will understand after contacting them.

...

In Nim, a city of mist, a fat-headed and big-eared police officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, still in shock.

He was being questioned outside a tavern that had been sealed off at this time. He was patrolling nearby at the time, and rushed here immediately after hearing the cry for help, and saw a horrifying scene.

At that time in the hotel, time seemed to stand still, only an indescribable monster could move slowly in the hotel.

Every time it came to a person's side, it would use the straw-shaped mouthparts to insert into the person's body, and then the person would turn into dry bones as if he had experienced the entire life process in an instant.

The fat police officer stood at the door and witnessed the whole horrifying process. It was not until the monster sucked up everyone's time that the monster glanced at the fat police officer and disappeared into the air in a strange way.

Inside the hotel, two superpowers in black suits, a man and a woman, are collecting information. The two of them are demon hunters from Nîmes, and all demon hunters in the Golden Eagle region wear such attire.

After they received the news, they rushed to the scene as quickly as possible, but no matter how they investigated, they couldn't figure out how those people died. The traces on the bodies showed that these people all died of normal old age, but that in itself represents abnormality.

Could it be that the monster described by the fat police officer can really take away other people's time?

The only clear explanation now is that there is an illusion-type power user who deliberately created a farce. The people in the hotel were disposed of by the power user in advance, but this cannot explain the purpose of the power user. what is it.

For them, today is destined to be a busy day.

...

Three hundred meters away from the hotel, a man in a brown coat stood on the roof, looking in that direction from afar, with unconcealable worry in his eyes.

If he couldn't find a way to solve the problem, he would be like everyone else in the hotel, and his time would be taken away by the terrifying hounds.

But he really didn't know how to solve it. Once that kind of terrifying creature called a hound set its sights on someone, it would never give up. No matter how far away it was, it couldn't escape their pursuit.

The most important thing is that that kind of thing is invincible, and all he can do is to delay the occurrence of the final bad luck.

Interesting, interesting...

A gentle voice came from behind the man in the coat, causing a layer of cold sweat to form on the back of the man in the coat. He turned his head and saw a figure in a white robe standing behind him and looking at him curiously.

Who are you? The man asked warily.

The guide looked at the man with the eyes of looking at a rare and exotic beast: You can call me the guide, I really didn't expect to be able to see the time traveler with my own eyes, judging by your appearance, it should be that you did not abide by the time travel The law, so I was chased by the hounds.

The man's face changed drastically in an instant: How do you know that I am a time traveler, and how do you know the laws of time travel?

The guide smiled and said, In a sense, you can regard me as a god, so I know a lot of things you don't know, including how to avoid hunting dogs. Do you want to make a deal with me?

What deal? the man asked tremblingly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

The guide raised the corner of his mouth and said, I want you to help me kill people.