Hearing the faint sound of snoring in the next room, Mu Wanzhi, who was meditating quietly in the darkness, slowly opened her eyes.

She knew that Lu Mang was already asleep.

She moved her fingers slightly in the void, and a black illusory crack instantly appeared, and the plain white Xuanqing Zong Dao uniform flew into her hand through the crack.

Standing in front of the mirror and shaking slightly, the clothes and pants worn by modern people automatically fell off, and the Taoist uniform was put on the body again.

Ever since I bought the clothes of this world, the gi has been lying in the storage space and can only be taken out and worn again at night.

After gently unscrewing the door as usual, he skillfully opened the balcony door.

Mu Wanzhi in the night was no longer the foodie and greedy cat fairy. At this moment, she was as calm and cold as an immortal from another world, and she had once again transformed into the aloof Xuanqing Sect's genius.

The breeze blows, and the Taoist robes are moving.

Mu Wanzhi jumped into the air and floated in mid-air.

With a thought, his spiritual consciousness swept across the entire Anjiang City like a spider web, and the entire Anjiang City was already depicted in his mind.

With the sweep of his spiritual consciousness, the last location was also investigated.

In the past half month, she has clearly checked the locations of surveillance cameras in all the streets and alleys of Anjiang. Where are the surveillance cameras located? What is the scope of surveillance? Where are there blind spots? Where are there absolutely no

Discovered, everything is clear.

She, Mu Wanzhi, was not a fool and could not leave such a dangerous surveillance probe alone.

Although Lu Mang said that as long as he didn't use magic, he wouldn't be exposed, but what if it really comes to the point where he has to use magic? At that time, these surveillance probes will be the only thing that can leave evidence.

In order to save spiritual power, Mu Wanzhi deliberately used unrefined spiritual energy to circulate his consciousness and explore the surrounding environment. Although the speed and details are far less effective than his own spiritual energy, as long as he is willing to spend time, he can still

able to achieve one's goals.

After checking all the probes, I was also a little lucky. Fortunately, I landed on the balcony of Lu Mang's house. If I had changed the place at will, I am afraid that I would have been photographed by the surveillance probe.

With a movement of her body, she continued to rise, and before she knew it, she was above the clouds.

The starlight in the sky shone on her body, which made her feel comfortable.

In the past, after every practice in the Xuanqing Sect, I loved to lie down among the floating clouds and look at the stars and the moon, but I don't know why I couldn't see the stars in the city, so I could only fly out to look at them at night.

At a certain moment, she seemed to feel that she was still in the Xuanqing Sect. She had not transcended the tribulation or ascended, let alone traveled to this world made of steel and cement.

I just had a dream. I dreamed of a lot of weird food and Lu Mang who was very kind to me. When I woke up from the dream, the master sat next to me and drank tea. He smiled and said, disciple, are you awake?

But she knew that none of this was a dream. She hadn't slept in years, let alone dreamed.

I really miss Master...

"Rumble..."

There was a loud noise in the distance.

Mu Wanzhi looked over curiously, and saw a huge steel bird flying towards her quickly.

That's...a plane?

In the video recommended by Lu Mang, Mu Wanzhi was deeply impressed by the technological product of airplanes. After all, flying is exclusive to immortal cultivators, but with airplanes, mortals can also obtain this exclusive power.

But what makes Mu Wanzhi regretful is that after mortals created this thing, they threw it into the war only a dozen years later.

She watched the plane pass overhead, the air flow driving her hair wildly, and a strange thought suddenly came to her mind.

Can the plane... be shot down?

No, no, no! Mu Wanzhi shook her head, she actually had such an idea that only a demon cultivator could have.

By the way, are there really people here? If there are people, how can they take it? Just like a bus?

With this thought in mind, he twisted his body and followed him instantly.

After maintaining a similar speed, Mu Yunzhi curiously looked inside through the porthole. The interior was brightly lit, and the passengers were all wearing seat belts. Some were reading, while others were drowsy.

It's really similar to a bus... everyone sits in a row.

…

The male passenger near the porthole yawned and stretched his gaze inadvertently across the window. A pair of beautiful eyes were curiously looking around the cabin through the porthole.

My brain went blank for a moment...

After a brief downtime, he suddenly woke up, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he looked at the porthole again, there was nothing there.

What was that just now? Reflection? Why does it look like a pair of female eyes?

…

Mu Wanzhi's figure froze and stopped in mid-air.

That's just the way airplanes are...

To her, this kind of transportation is no different from a bus. She can fly anyway.

After this period of curiosity passed, she scurried back and forth among the floating clouds, admiring the moon and stars. It was not until the stars turned and the east gradually turned pale that she jumped and flew to the balcony that she was so familiar with.

Through the glass window, I saw Lu Mang, who had not drawn the curtains, still sleeping soundly. Then he landed lightly, put on the clothes of this world again, and sat on the sofa to meditate and refine yesterday's whole body as usual.

The spiritual energy absorbed by the sky.

Around seven or eight o'clock, there was movement in Lu Mang's room.

Mu Wanzhi opened her eyes and saw Lu Mang standing by the bedroom door, yawning: "Good morning, you got up so early? No, you haven't slept yet."

"The day's plan begins in the morning. You have already wasted a lot of time in the morning." Mu Wanzhi said calmly.

"I've gotten up very early. You don't know how good my peers are at sleeping. I'm a model of going to bed early and getting up early." Lu Mang said as he washed his face and brushed his teeth. "You don't waste time.

What are you doing up late at night without sleeping?"

"I didn't do anything." Mu Wanzhi felt a little guilty.

She didn't tell Lu Mang that she would go out at night to check for surveillance cameras and then fly around.

"real?"

"Why do you ask so suddenly?" Mu Wanzhi raised her face.

Did he discover it? If he found it, he would find it... Humph!

"I thought you could meditate at night. We mortals sleep, but you immortals just meditate." Lu Mang said.

"It's not all for meditation."

"You neither sleep nor meditate. Do you look at the scenery at night?"

"Well, look at the scenery." Mu Wanzhi nodded, "I saw the plane last night."

Lu Mang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. This fairy could actually hurt others: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Eating planes."

"...If you don't say you don't have anything to eat."

"I want to eat wontons, and I want to learn how to make them."

"It's such a luxury so early in the morning... I'll go buy wonton wrappers later," Lu Mang said.

"I'll go with you," Mu Wanzhi said, "I'll negotiate the price."

"Please don't. Last time you bargained for a price, you almost made the pork seller so angry that he chopped me off." Lu Mang begged for mercy.

Thinking of the last time Mu Wanzhi and he went shopping and bargaining together, the price of pork was twelve yuan per pound. Mu Wanzhi kept saying it was five yuan, saying that it was half the bargain price seen in the video...

But that’s a joke!

Mu Wanzhi followed Lu Mang out and turned her head to glance at the balcony railing. Those were the footprints she stepped on when she fell.

Fortunately this fool didn't notice.
Chapter completed!