Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits.

Meng Xing put down his cell phone, looked at the ceiling and began to think.

He once wanted to enter the secret realm in person, but that would definitely offend the public.

In one fell swoop, Meng Xing was afraid that he would be the enemy of the S-class with the whole world.

Which hunter should I send to the secret realm?

The most powerful ones in the Hunter Guild are going to be branch presidents in various cities.

The Hunter Guild has actually received two A-level awakeners during this period.

But those awakened ones will definitely be of no use.

Disciples of the Security Administration and extraordinary forces know more or less strange spiritual techniques, just like the old beggar's spiritual consciousness gathering technique.

Zhang Laodao has no confidence in the extraordinary disciples of the Security Bureau, let alone the two 'loose cultivators' that the Hunter Guild has just recruited?

The most threatening thing in the secret realm is the divine religion.

The sect has been strong for so many years, and some believers don't know how to do spiritual magic. Meng Xing definitely doesn't believe it.

"We need to find an awakened person who is nearly invincible within the A-level."

Meng Xing rubbed his temples, his head hurt a little.

Those few Hunter Guild branch presidents are definitely the ceiling in rank A, but they have more important tasks.

There are still too few awakened people who can walk the world on their behalf.

Meng Xing's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a jacket hanging in the study room, and he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He almost forgot that he still had such a move.

Didn't I keep this jacket just to use it at this time?

A smile appeared on Meng Xing's lips.

Put on your mask, put on your coat, stand up, and open the study door.

A gust of fragrant wind hit him, and he almost collided head-on with the woman outside the door.

Meng Xing stopped:

"Miss Feng, what's the matter?"

A voice full of magnetism, without any emotion or sadness.

It's like a calm blue sea, but no one knows what terrifying sea monsters there are in the deep sea where the sun doesn't shine.

Feng Shayan was a little nervous and smiled sweetly:

"I always bother you, I'm a little embarrassed.

I made a fried rice cake. Would you like to try it? "

After speaking, he gently shook the plate in his hand, and a sweet smell washed away the fragrance of Feng Shayan.

Meng Xing nodded slightly:

"Thank you."

Then Meng Xing looked at the two maids behind Feng Shayan:

"Miss Feng has lived in a foreign country all year round, so she may not be used to the food here.

From now on, I will prepare Chinese special kimchi for Miss Feng every day. "

The two maids said nothing, put their hands on their lower abdomens, and bent down respectfully.

Meng Xing looked at Feng Shayan again, and a soft voice came from under the mask:

"Miss Feng is my guest. Just stay here with peace of mind. Don't be too polite."

Wind gauze and wild goose frown.

She wanted to get close to Meng Xing, but Meng Xing obviously didn't catch a cold.

Meng Xing's meaning was very clear, he just wanted her to be a prisoner in peace.

"Ms. Feng, have a good rest."

As soon as Meng Xing finished speaking, a dark and simple door suddenly opened on the wall.

Huang Jie walked out of the door and held the door handle for Meng Xing.

Meng Xing stepped into the door.

Huang Jie followed immediately.

The gate disappears.

Feng Shayan stared at the wall in a daze:

"This is the space awakener..."

Feng Shayan is well-informed. Her father is S-level and she is the heir to the world's largest company.

A serious second generation, a rich second generation.

But this was the first time she had seen an awakened person who could open the door to space.

Feng Shayan sighed:

"Alas! I hope he is not hostile to my father."

Feng Shayan frowned again, with worry in her eyes.

She always felt that the president had a bad opinion of herself and her father.

"I just want to come to the South China Sea for development, so this shouldn't be such a big deal."

Feng Shayan recalled her father's attitude towards the president. . . . . It seems a bit subtle.

She couldn't figure it out.

. . . . . .

Sheriff's Department, jail.

Huang Jie took Meng Xing to the prison and left.

He now plays the role of a driver for Meng Xing.

The driver will be prosperous because he knows that his master has too many things to do, and he will also be feared because he knows that his master has too many things to do.

Huang Jie understood very well. He left the Public Security Bureau and waited for Meng Xing's call at any time.

The light is very cool, and it looks very cold in the prison with a mainly metal structure.

The miserable white light cast Meng Xing's shadow on the iron floor, making it hazy.

Meng Xing held his jacket with his left hand and walked toward the bottom floor in the cold light.

When Wei Na saw Meng Xing there, she yelled and kept grabbing her hair:

"Wheat wine! Wheat wine! Wheat wine!"

Meng Xing stretched out his right hand, and a beautiful green fire lotus calmed Wei Na down.

She stared at the fire lotus carefully, fascinated.

Qinglian's heart fire floated towards Wei Na, and Wei Na subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch it.

The green fire lotus turned into misty dust, dotted with stars, like fireflies in fairy tales.

Wei Na's eyes gradually became clearer, and she leaned weakly on the cell door, leaning on the railing and looking.

The moist eyes were filled with melancholy, like a faintly blooming white epiphyllum.

Cold and distant.

The clearing effect of Qinglian's Earth Heart Fire restored the woman's consciousness and her coolness.

Only the pride is lost.

Meng Xing said calmly:

"Long time no see, Director Wei."

Wei Na's eyes moved slightly, revealing her complexity, and she smiled self-deprecatingly:

"It's really you, you win completely."

Meng Xing held the coat in front of Wei Na and showed it:

"Does it look familiar?"

Wei Na's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and her emotions surged.

She snatched the coat from Meng Xing's hand like a snatch, and held it tightly in her arms, her delicate body trembling slightly:

"Obviously, obviously."

This is Wei Ming's coat.

Wei Ming eats the Jacket Fruit and will turn into a Jacket after death.

As long as someone is willing to put on the coat, Wei Ming can be resurrected.

This is one of the few devil fruit abilities that can be revived.

Meng Xing knelt down, stretched out his hand through the wall cage, and stroked Wei Na's white hair:

"What a poor woman."

Wei Na didn't resist.

Let Meng Xing stroke himself like a puppy or a kitten.

Nothing mattered in her world.

Wei Na herself is already a toy abandoned by herself.

Meng Xing's voice became deeper, like a devil's whisper:

"I can resurrect Wei Ming."

Wei Na's trembling body froze and she looked at Meng Xing stupidly:

"Really?"

Resurrection of a person?

What a ridiculous lie.

But Wei Na was looking forward to Meng Xing's answer of 'yes'.

She wanted someone to deceive her. Even if she knew it was a lie, she would hope that the person opposite her would be a good deceiver and deceive her severely.

Meng Xing nodded and reached for the coat in Wei Na's hand.

Wei Na struggled symbolically, and then let go of her hand obediently.

A pair of beautiful eyes full of desire.

A white spore quickly expanded behind Meng Xing's back.

Bai Jue struggled to get out of Meng Xing.

Bai Jue put on a weird smile and waited for Meng Xing's order.

Meng Xing threw his coat to Bai Jue.

Bai Jue picked it up and put it on.

The process of putting on this jacket was not simple, and Bai Zetsu's spirituality was rapidly weakening.

In the end, it took a lot of effort to put on the coat, like lifting weights.