These things were her important property, and selling them would kill people.
She didn't dare to sell it randomly.
At this moment, another man in a suit and tie smelled the stinking smell of her body, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face: "Haha, I found it, I found it! It's you! Little girl, you
what's your name?"
When Feng Ling saw this old man, she felt nervous.
This is instinctive vigilance.
When she first arrived, she knew nothing about the world, and even the bustling crowds did not bring enough sense of security.
The world she was born into...
There were also huge crowds.
But many times, the crowd is not what you imagine...the expressions and demeanor of the crowd are all similar, and they look mechanical and rigid. If you blend in with the crowd, you will be assimilated without knowing it.
Of course, humans in this world are obviously more energetic. Everyone is hurriedly walking towards their own destination with their own expressions and lives: the struggles of social animals, the laughter of children, and the pain and hesitation of adults are mixed in.
Together, a strong smell of fireworks was formed.
The old man stepped forward and introduced him familiarly: "I, Pan Hao, was commissioned by the 'saint' in his dream, and came here specially to wait. The dress of this... girl should be the one I need to wait for."
After so many years, Pan Hao has already become a billionaire, with wrinkles on his forehead and white hair on his temples.
Compared to the past days, I am much older.
But his body bones are still very strong... Although he is over seventy years old, he only looks like he is in his fifties because he takes good care of himself and works out regularly.
Feng Ling still didn't make a sound and looked at the old man carefully.
"Little girl, you must have a special mission when you come here, right? You must have encountered something extraordinary? What is in your sack? Huh? If you don't say anything, no one can help you.
."
Pan Hao is not a person without eyesight, and he can tell at a glance that this bag of things is not extraordinary.
A thick and strange smell emanated from the sack.
His heart suddenly moved, and his voice lowered: "...this bag of things you have...can't walk around on the road in such a big way."
"Don't waste time here. If you trust me, just follow me." Pan Hao touched his nose, "Find a place to stay first. What you want to do shouldn't be simple, right?"
Facing this strange old man, Feng Ling felt a little suspicious and a little embarrassed.
After all, she is 20 years old and loves beauty. She smells so bad because she dug 10 screaming chickens from the garbage dump...it's weird if she doesn't stink.
After pondering for a while, Feng Ling picked up the sack and got into Pan Hao's BYD car.
She really has no way to go.
(If the social order of this world is perfect, everything may need something called "money".) She has no money, no identity, nothing.
Ordinary humans cannot bully her, because she has the ability of "spiritual vision". It may be difficult to fight against monsters; against ordinary people, as long as she is stared at, she will faint directly.
Therefore, she is not very afraid of any uncle.
"Uncle...who are you?" Feng Ling asked cautiously.
She suddenly discovered that the words she was speaking were not the language she was familiar with, but a language called Chinese.
(Is it the influence of the flame in your mind?)
Feng Ling thought in her heart.
"My name is Pan Hao. Just call me Uncle Pan." Pan Hao said without looking back.
"I had a dream last night... The saint asked me to come here to pick up someone." Pan Hao said with a hint of fanaticism.
"I knew that the saint was immortal...he finally contacted me!"
"Saint?" Feng Ling asked doubtfully.
"Don't look at me, Old Pan, because I am old. When I was young, I was also a person who saved the world..." Pan Hao boasted, "After the guidance of the sage, I can be considered a semi-successful person. I invested in a villa in the middle of the mountain.
A villa. In this small Hong Kong island, you can’t even buy such a small villa.”
A semi-successful person is actually a self-effacing term. A millionaire with a net worth of more than one billion can be considered a famous person.
Of course, with awe of the world, Pan Hao lived an unusually low-key life.
Never enter the official perspective, this is his survival principle.
Reason: Trouble, fear.
"Didi!"
The light turned green, and the cars behind me kept urging and honking their horns frantically.
Pan Hao turned around, blushed and roared loudly: "You are seeking death by driving so fast! Is Mercedes-Benz awesome?"
He muttered something in his heart: If I hadn't kept a low profile, I would have bought a Rolls-Royce.
Feng Ling was startled by his roar.
(Saint, the most powerful force in this world?)
(Did the saint help me just now? Controlled my body?)
She was thinking wildly in her mind.
"By the way, you can talk about what happened to you first." Old Pan cleared his throat, "We are also people who have saved the world, so we can give you advice. Of course, you don't have to say what you can't say, and some things can't be said.
, I won’t force it.”
He paused and then said with a smile: "I see you have pointed ears and a hint of green in your pupils. You are not a human from our world, are you? Visitors from parallel worlds are not that big of a deal. We have seen a lot."
"Your world won't be occupied by some ghost thing, right?"
"Who is the saint?" Feng Ling was shocked.
"It is impossible for me to tell the secret of the saint." Pan Hao felt a little sad when he talked about this matter, "Even if this secret has been made public in the circle."
"If you are from a parallel world, don't be embarrassed. After all, our world is very deep. One more person is not more, and one less person is not more."
"Of course, it's because the saint noticed you that I helped you."
Inexplicably, she met an old man she knew well, and he directly revealed that she was a human from a parallel world. Fengling was so nervous that she almost collapsed.
But if you look carefully, she does look a little different from the people on the road, just a little bit...
You can’t tell at all!
Not long after, Pan Hao's residence arrived.
Mid-level villas can also be regarded as a well-known wealthy area in Hong Kong Island.
Pan Hao drove the car into the garage and shouted: "Honey, there are guests at home! Cook some good food."
A well-maintained woman in her sixties took a look in the kitchen: "That pretty and slim girl here? (Where did this pretty girl come from)"
"I picked it up on the roadside...don't ask, don't be curious, don't talk too much, and don't tell anyone." Pan Hao said seriously.
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(The writing has been serious these days. The connection between the two worlds is a bit difficult to write. I have deleted, deleted and revised it many times, so the number of words is a little less.)
(Hopefully we will get over this difficulty soon!)
