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Things that are within the plan. Originally, Anti-Demon is not a book that mainly focuses on killing monsters and upgrading. In fact, the world of the Chosen One only begins at level 33, so this part has been briefly mentioned. Also, I reiterate that the ending has a single female protagonist.

Let’s all vote to decide if there will be more female protagonists. Spread a lot of dog food first, and the voting channel will be opened in January)

When Cheng Mo got off the plane, he neither felt shy nor felt that things had changed. Star City International Airport was still the same as when he left, the sky had not become bluer, and the green taxi in front of the platform was still very old.

In the old days, a solicitor pulled over Cheng Mo and asked if he needed a car. Cheng Mo, who was dragging a suitcase, shook his head and waited in line to get into a taxi.

While waiting, he couldn't help but think of the airports he had been to over the past year. Perhaps except for hotels, he had stayed at the airport the longest. The worst memory about airports happened in the United States. He clearly remembered New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport.

All the railings at the taxi stand are painted bright yellow, and even the sign at the taxi stand is also bright yellow with the word "taxi" written in black on it.

It was almost dark at that time, and the taxi waiting queue at New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport was not as busy as Shang Hai and Xiang Jiang. There were only three or five people, so Cheng Mo quickly got into a taxi.

A very ordinary Ford Victoria. This standard American car with a "big head and long butt" has been featured in many Hollywood film and television works. If we want to say that the Ford Victoria has the most props in Hollywood blockbusters, it should be the well-deserved leading role.

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Most taxi drivers in the United States are not locals, but foreign immigrants. When Cheng Mo came to the United States for the first time, he took a taxi from a Middle Easterner. He gave the driver the address of his hotel in Flushing, and the driver confidently said that he was familiar with the place.

, however, he asked several people at the gas station along the way and walked around the center of Newark several times. Finally, Cheng Mo used the navigation to tell him and found the Sheraton.

The thirty-dollar trip in twenty minutes cost him more than a hundred dollars in taxi fare, but he had the nerve to ask Cheng Mo for a fifteen-dollar tip. Cheng Mo naturally refused, even though he is worth over 100 million dollars.

, I don’t care about the more than one hundred dollars, but I won’t spend even a penny more than I should have. I argued with this Middle Eastern man for a long time, and finally the Middle Eastern driver, who spoke worse than Cheng Mo, knew he was wrong and took fifty dollars.

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Speaking of which, taxis in Mexico are also green, but Mexicans really love the Beetle. The streets are full of Beetle taxis with white roofs and green bodies. Before going to Mexico, Cheng Mo made a guide. I heard where

It’s very messy. You have to be especially careful when driving a taxi. However, when I arrived at the Mexico City International Airport, I found that many of the drivers were grandfathers. Looking at the situation, it would definitely be very difficult to fight. I wonder if you can aim if you draw a gun.

accurate.

The service of the experienced Mexican driver was very enthusiastic. He was so enthusiastic that he even shared with Chengmo which red light district in Mexico City is cheap and good.

"Place of Quetzalcoatl Ruins" (Chichen Itza Mayan Ruins), I lived in Mexico City for almost two months.

He was surprised to find that Mexico is the closest place to Asia. When he was wandering around the United States and Europe, he often spent time looking for supermarkets because he needed to buy daily necessities. He often saw Tesco and early morning shopping.

Medium-sized supermarkets that are closed, cigarette shops or bookstores that close late.

However, there are very few 24-hour convenience stores in both the United States and Europe, which is particularly inconvenient for adults who do not need to sleep. However, in Mexico City, convenience stores with cooked food and hot coffee can be found everywhere.

In addition, the enthusiasm of South American women is beyond Cheng Mo’s imagination. Cheng Mo went to the Elpudo Coffee Bookstore that he cherished. This bookstore is full of green plants, and books are hidden among the winding aisles and

Under the lush green plants, people feel like they are in the Amazon jungle. Cheng Mo was reading quietly here, and a Mexican girl actually asked him if he wanted to buy her a cup of coffee.

This is the first time that Cheng Mo has been traveling alone for so long, and this is the first time a girl has chatted with his real body. This makes Cheng Mo have to wonder if it is a fairy dance. Cheng Mo naturally ignores it. Later he sees the girl fighting with another Korean boy.

Only then did he realize that this Mexican girl was a fan of Korean Wave. This made Cheng Mo feel that South American cities are filled with hormones everywhere.

Cheng Mo recalled the embarrassment he experienced when he arrived at Baghdad International Airport in February. The plane was delayed and Baghdad was still under curfew. He had to spend the night at the airport. The tragedy was that there were only ten or twenty flights a day.

Baghdad Airport didn't even provide a hotel, so he had to spend the night on a stainless steel bench in the terminal.

But Cheng Mo likes this feeling very much. He feels that people always need such a journey. Go on the road alone and go into the wilderness of the world to experience a healthy and unbearable loneliness. When you are in a strange environment, you are completely helpless.

, when you can only rely on yourself, you will know how much energy you have.

Cheng Mo put the box in the trunk, opened the taxi door, and got in the car. The driver asked Cheng Mo where he was going. At this time, Cheng Mo was in a trance. Only then did he realize that maybe he didn't know much about this city.

I miss you so much because there is no place I can call "home" here.

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's drive to the city center first..."

The driver said "Oh", put the gear into gear and stepped on the accelerator. The sturdy Jetta slowly drove onto the ramp. The weather in Star City in May was neither cold nor hot. The sunshine at noon was just right. The breeze blew in from the window. Cheng Mo looked at the elegant shape.

The street lights slowly receded, and the familiar city outline gradually emerged from the skyline. I thought: The so-called homesickness only occurs when you can't go back! It's like missing someone, the more you can't see them, the more you miss them.

The more I miss you.

Cheng Mo thought for a long time and finally decided to return home to Dingwangtai. After telling the driver his purpose, the driver drove all the way towards Dingwangtai. Dingwangtai is the most central part of Star City, but Star City is a quasi-frontline

The city is far less developed than Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen. There are no high-rise buildings in the city center, only ifs stands out.

Although Cheng Mo's house is in the city center, it can be considered a house that affects the appearance of the CBD city. The white tiles are covered with black spots, the rusty air conditioner unit is hung messily on the wall, and the windows are still old-fashioned.

Silver aluminum alloy windows...

After paying the money and getting out of the car, Cheng Mo took a box from the trunk. He looked up at the windows of his home and looked around. There were almost no changes here, except that the Internet cafe in the building next door became a gym and the parking lot

Except for the renovation of the exit, it was almost the same as before. Dragging the suitcase into the familiar corridor and pressing the elevator, Cheng Mo was a little hesitant about whether he should stay in a hotel. Anyway, he was used to staying in hotels.

But I came back to say hello anyway. After all, I left for more than a year inexplicably. I didn’t even make a phone call. I only occasionally sent a message to the uncle who sent him a message to ask about his situation. He only sent a message on WeChat to report that he was safe. Cheng Mo entered the elevator and glanced at it.

The advertisements hanging in the car are still the same as before, except for the real estate advertisements, which are pictures of sexy beauties posing. This is a deceptive advertisement for a men's beauty salon.

Cheng Mo remembered that one time his uncle took a few more glances at the foreign girls on the advertisement in the elevator, and his aunt grabbed his ear and asked him if he was itchy and wanted to try this kind of ghost place.

The uncle replied sadly: You only give me thirty yuan as pocket money every day. How can I afford a place like this?

Cheng Mo thought again that Cheng Haoyang still owed Sun Dayong thousands of dollars, and he didn't know if this vain boy was done with it. He walked out of the elevator. The lights in the corridor were as dim as before. Cheng Mo subconsciously touched his pocket.

Only then did he remember that he had left his door key in the old house of the Academy of Social Sciences. He walked to the door, raised his hand, hesitated, and then gently knocked on the door. Suddenly, his aunt's loud and high-pitched voice came from inside.

Voice: "Who is it?"

Cheng Mo replied in a low voice: "I...Cheng Mo."

A moment later, the aunt in an apron appeared in front of Cheng Mo. She looked at Cheng Mo who was standing at the door dragging a box, and said with a surprised look on her face: "Cheng Mo? Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back?"

"I decided to come back to take the college entrance examination temporarily, so I didn't say anything." Cheng Mo walked into the house and looked at the shoe rack. His pair of slippers that he had worn for several years were no longer on it.

The aunt wiped her hands on her apron and got a new pair of plastic slippers for Cheng Mo from the shoe cabinet. "Oh, look at your child, you are just too willful. You didn't discuss it in advance before leaving, so you just left."

I didn’t even say a word when I came back... If nothing else, I might as well ask your uncle to pick you up! He bought a car and even went to Didi for a ride when it was empty."

Cheng Mo put on his slippers and said, "Taking a taxi is also very convenient."

Auntie took out her mobile phone from her pocket and said, "I'll call your uncle and ask him to close the shop first and come back with some food."

"It doesn't matter, aunt, don't delay the business. Besides, I can't eat anything."

"There is generally no business in Chinese. Don't delay. Your uncle often talks about you, saying that you should not be allowed to go to the United States alone. You are not familiar with the place. He wants to call you, but your mobile phone is often turned off."

"International calls are too expensive, so I didn't turn on the phone." Cheng Mo replied. Then he heard his aunt calling his uncle to say that he was back. He quickly bought some food and went home. His aunt asked Cheng Mo what he wanted to eat, and Cheng Mo said it was whatever.

, the aunt seemed to be unable to remember what Cheng Mo liked to eat, so she told her uncle to watch and buy it.

Then the aunt asked Cheng Mo how his life was in the United States, whether his mother was good to him, and how the surgery went.

Cheng Mo naturally followed the answer he had made up a long time ago, saying that the operation was successful, and that he bought some American specialties, but there were a lot of things, so he didn't check them in, but sent them via international express, so the shipping cost was cheaper.

a little.

Cheng Mo didn't look at his aunt's expression when he was talking. He felt that sometimes it was better not to peek into other people's thoughts, so that they could get along more harmoniously.

After exchanging some pleasantries, Cheng Mo returned to his room. His bed was already empty and piled up with Cheng Haoyang's things. There were basketballs, shoe boxes, magazines, Cheng Haoyang's pajamas, and some simulation questions.

set.

Auntie explained: "It's not easy to lay your bed there all the time. It gets dirty easily when no one is sleeping on it. I'll clean it up with you after dinner. I haven't touched your other things. I call your computer Yangyang Changchang."

I'll help you open it, I'm afraid it might break..."

Cheng Mo said "Thank you", and his aunt said to make soup first. Cheng Mo said "Okay", put the box aside, walked to the bedroom window, and looked at Yuelu Mountain on the other side of the Xiangjiang River.

The bright sunlight illuminated the green ridge, and the tall ifs and the Xiangjiang River that cut the city reflected the luster of large pieces of gold. This familiar scenery made Cheng Mo's heart suddenly feel extremely calm. He remembered that his name was on the mountain.
Chapter completed!