God Killer

Zheng Xian took Zhou Jiaojiao and Zhou Lan, followed by Ma Benzhai and Ma Benzhen, who was gradually recovering, and a group of five strolled on the streets of New York.

After staying in the capital of China for a long time, coming to the city of New York is actually nothing more than that. After a quick glance, Zheng Xian felt that it was not very interesting.

On the contrary, Zhou Jiaojiao had a great time shopping. For Zhou Jiaojiao, it doesn't matter if the surrounding area is a garbage dump. As long as she can hold Zheng Xian's arm and walk all the way, the surrounding area is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Zhou Lan kept fanning the wind with her small hands, with an impatient face, obviously she was too lazy to drive around in New York, but telling her to go back to the Zijin gourd would kill her, so she could only reluctantly follow Walk around and have a look.

With the help of Mr. Zheng's vitality to nourish his body, Ma Benzhen recovered quickly. Now, apart from his pale face, his body has even begun to gain weight slightly. Ma Benzhai almost force-feeds Ma Benzhen with food. Be a bit greedy, if this continues, it is estimated that in one or two months, Ma Ben will really become a little chubby girl.

The weather is getting colder, and the atmosphere on the streets of New York has become tense and heated. Although the media and the country have not said anything, almost everyone is talking about cultivators, supernatural beings, mutants, etc. For the mortals here, the appearance of cultivators is as interesting as being able to see the real Spiderman Superman on the street. Most people think this is cool, and maybe they may become such heroes to save the world .

In the face of a crisis, only a small number of people really realize this. Of course, it is this small number of people who don't want everyone to know that the crisis is coming, which keeps so many people in the dark.

In fact, Zheng Xian also agrees with this. Telling these mortals about some things will only increase panic and cause a herd effect.

The final result is that the entire human society is in chaos, the immortals have not yet arrived, and the mortals in this world have already started burning, killing and looting, and there is a war.

The leaves on the trees began to fall one after another, and the autumn was getting stronger and stronger.

Ma Benzhen did not wear a headscarf unexpectedly, because she said she wanted to breathe some fresh air.

And now Ma Benzhai will never force Ma Benzhen to do things he doesn't like anymore, basically Ma Benzhen can do whatever he wants, which was simply unbelievable in the past.

Allah has already abandoned her, so why does Ma Benzhai bother to embarrass his daughter again?Besides, for Ma Benzhai, no matter who he is or what kind of existence he is now, it is not as important as making her daughter happy.

People always have to lose to know what they cherish most.

Ma Benzhai glanced at his daughter and saw her secretly looking at Zheng Xian in front of him. Ma Benzhai was thoughtful, and then said in a low voice: "Girl, what do you think of that brat? I remember you liked him very much at the beginning."

Ma Benzhen's face turned red instantly when he heard the words, he shook his head repeatedly and lowered his voice and said: "Father, what are you talking about, people will hear it, sister Zhou must beat you to death when she hears this."

Ma Benzhai didn't care about that, and still said in a low voice: "If you really like that brat, father will find a way to marry you to him. Although he has a wife, it doesn't matter. I think this brat is a reliable person. ...You have a special body, maybe those vampires will come to catch you again sometime. With that brat protecting you, dad can feel at ease when he closes his eyes. To be honest, your dad and I can’t even sleep well now. I always feel that you will be snatched away suddenly."

Ma Benzhen has a slender neck, and his figure is still not fully opened, like a budding flower bud, ready to welcome the arrival of spring at any time. At this time, Ma Benzhen's neck was blushing, and he shook his head eagerly: "Father, Stop talking, are you ashamed? How can you find a way to send your daughter to be a concubine?"

Ma Benzhai looked at his daughter who was blushing, and seemed to have figured out what was in her heart. He originally hoped to marry his daughter to Zheng Xian. If even his daughter was willing, what else could he consider?

Afterwards, the old man's eyeballs rolled around, and he began to ponder in his heart.

Ma Benzhen's cold little hand was pressed on the red and hot cheeks, feeling hot, and he couldn't help but peek at Zheng Xian's back again. At this time, Zheng Xian was holding Zhou Jiaojiao's arm, and the two walked together, really like a pair Bi people, it seems that no one can separate them.

Seeing this, Ma Benxin always had a sour taste radiating from his heart, so he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Suddenly Ma Benzhen felt a strange feeling, and looked up across the street.

Immediately, Ma Benzhen's eyes were fixed slightly, and her hand tightly grasped Ma Benzhai.

And Zheng Xian's eyes flickered slightly, looking at an old woman across the street.

This old woman looks gray-haired and dying. She is about seven or eighty years old. Wrapped in a turban, one hand holds a flower umbrella that doesn't quite match the season, blocking the not so strong sunlight above the head.

This old woman looked like an ordinary American old woman, nothing special, just like a grandmother who had been a salesperson in a supermarket all her life and was now enjoying her old age.

But Zheng Xian's eyes flashed coldly, the extraordinary existence couldn't make his eyes shine like this.

The old woman smiled kindly at Ma Ben, then her eyes fell on Zheng Xian, and she waved to Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said a few words to Zhou Jiaojiao and others lightly. Afterwards, Zheng Xian didn't care about the eyes of others on the street, and directly put Zhou Jiaojiao, Zhou Lan, Ma Benzhen, and Ma Benzhai into Zijin Gourd among.

The big living person suddenly disappeared, causing the pedestrians around to be stunned.

At this time, an extended Lincoln stopped in front of the old woman. The old woman beckoned to Zheng Xian again kindly, and then got into the car awkwardly.

Zheng Xian also walked to the front of the car and took a closer look at the car. Except for the window at the position where the car got on, all the other windows of the car were sealed tightly, and the thick black car curtain.

The old woman smiled at Zheng Xian, and signaled him to get in the car again.

Zheng Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled lightly, and slipped in.

With the doors closed and the windows closed, the inside of the car becomes another world.

This extended Lincoln is four or five cars long. Zheng Xian sat on one side, and the old lady sat on the other side, with a distance of more than three meters between them.

The old lady took off the mirror and looked Zheng Xian up and down with curious eyes.

Zheng Xian sat deeply on the seat calmly, raised Erlang's legs, crossed his hands and fingers on his knees, and said lightly: "Don't look at it anymore, I'm Zheng Xian, I killed countless blood races in Huaxia, you want revenge If so, there is absolutely nothing wrong with finding me."