After breaking up, I picked up a beautiful vampire girl

"Zhenjun! Is it safe?!"

Yuan Hong asked.

"Be safe! See for yourself!"

Yang Er held Liu Er and pointed behind him.

The Seven Saints of Meishan looked up and saw a girl in tattered clothes sitting on the ruins of the city that was not even ruins.

Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were dull, and the long knife in her hand was obviously rusty, but it made the Seven Sages of Meishan feel an astonishing murderous aura.

"Zhenjun... Then, what is that..."

"Monster! Leave it alone! Run!! This thing can't be killed!!"

Yang Er carried Liu Er and called the Seven Saints of Meishan to rush towards the crack together.

Although the girl's steps were slow, her figure was like a ghost, and she had arrived behind Yang Er and others in just a few steps.

"The time has come..."

She slowly raised the knife and swung it fiercely at Liu Er, who was carrying Yang Er.

Swah——

A flash of fire fell rapidly in the sky, and the fire-tip spear stabbed the girl fiercely, but was easily deflected by the girl's knife.

This made the eyes of the Seven Saints of Meishan almost fall out.

What shocked them was the fire-pointed spear... the fire-pointed spear.

Moreover, the menacing fire-pointed spear was directly blocked by the rusty knife in the woman's hand? !

"Stop being fucking surprised!! Run!!"

Yang Er shouted at the fire-pointed gun that was being shaken away and was spinning in circles: "Fire-pointed gun! Buy us a few seconds! Hurry up!"

hum-

The fire-tipped spear immediately buzzed and then stabbed the woman fiercely.

"He can't leave."

The girl didn't even look at the fire-pointed spear, and with a few casual knives, she beat the magic soldier back steadily. Even the Samadhi True Fire surrounding the spear tip was a little muted at the moment.

"What the hell?"

The third prince outside the rift was also shaken at this moment.

What shocked him was not only the strength of this girl, but also the aura on her body.

Nezha didn't feel any breath of the living, the breath of the dead, the breath of aliens, the breath of God...

In other words, this thing is simply something that shouldn't exist...

"Lin Bureau!! Stop chasing!! I saved Liu'er's life!! He can't die yet! The time has not come yet!! Stop chasing! Damn it!"

Yang Er saw that the woman was about to come to him, and the fire-pointed spear couldn't even slow her down.

At this critical moment, an unexpected person stopped the girl in her tracks.

Su Xue stepped forward, hugged the girl, and at the same time took out a small golden sign from her arms and slapped the girl on the cheek.

"..."

Everyone was stunned.

The Seven Sages of Meishan called her awesome, this girl is too fierce and tough.

But what everyone didn't expect was that after the girl was hit on the forehead with the sign, she actually stopped moving. She just slowly took the sign from Su Xue's hand.

"...Lin Bureau, this is the death-free order given to me by your real body. Liu'er can't die yet, please keep him alive."

Su Xue said softly to the girl.

The girl looked at the sign, then put it in her mouth and bit it, as if to confirm its authenticity, and finally nodded slowly.

"...the time has not yet come."

Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, she slowly turned around, dragging the long knife back to the ruins of the city.

After everyone confirmed that her breath had completely disappeared, they breathed a sigh of relief, and then ran towards the crack together.

Outside the crack, the third prince had been waiting for him for a long time. He used force to open the crack so that everyone could come out quickly to avoid causing more troubles.

The moment Yang Er left the rift, fresh air filled his lungs, and he felt refreshed.

I don't know if it was due to the influence of my battle with the Six-Ear Dharma Body. At this moment, the wind and snow in the outside world have stopped, there are no clouds in the sky, and the sun shines on the earth, showing full of vitality.

Then he found that countless people were surrounding him.

The cooking team held steaming pots of stew and soup in their hands.

The man from Intelligence held the incident report form.

People from the engineering department brought tools to repair the cracks.

But at this moment, everyone looked at Yang Er with kind eyes.

"congratulations."

With the first person taking the lead in applauding, the others also started to applaud.

"congratulations."

"Congratulations, you completed the mission."

"Congratulations, Captain Yang."

"congratulations."

Yang Er was carrying his six ears and was surrounded by a group of people. He looked up at the clear sky, and then let out a long sigh: "I really want to go home and play games."

At the same time, on the plane Li Muhan was on, he suddenly shivered and then opened his eyes.

"What are you doing, having a nightmare?"

Mo Qiao, who was sitting opposite him, was folding his legs, curled up on the chair and playing with his tablet.

"I don't know if it's a nightmare..." Li Muhan wrapped the blanket tightly around him. He didn't know where he was going to fly, and it was getting colder and colder.

"That is, I dreamed that I was actually a fictional character created by the author."

"You want to be Moriarty too?"

"No, Minister Mo, listen to me, it would be okay if it was just this." He scratched his head and recalled the dream just now.

"The scariest thing is that in the dream I was clearly the protagonist, but I didn't even appear in the ten chapters of the latest serialization! I wasn't even mentioned at all! Do you think this is weird? Isn't it scary!"

Mo Qiao slowly raised his head, moved his eyes from the tablet to Li Muhan opposite, and then slowly uttered two words.

"idiot."

Chapter 432 Convergence

Originally, Li Muhan thought that the destination of this overseas trip would be a European country.

But when the plane slowly docked on an uninhabited island, he felt that it was not as simple as he thought.

"Where are we?"

Li Muhan followed Mo Qiao off the plane and looked around. The island was extremely desolate and not very large. There seemed to be no modern buildings except for the specially built airport.

This huge airport directly occupies one-third of the island. It can be seen that the area of ​​​​the island is not large, but other places except the airport seem to retain the most original style without any modification.

"Don't worry about where it is. It's not in China anyway. No, it should be said that this place does not belong to any country. You can understand it as an island in the high seas somewhere."

"Oh......"

Mo Qiao seemed to be no stranger to this place. It was obviously not the first time he came to this island.

Li Muhan's eyes swept across the airport. In addition to Chinese flights, he also noticed all kinds of planes flying from all over the world. They landed on the busy runway, like a microcosm of global aviation.

Behind these planes, the airport staff are equally colorful, wearing the uniforms of the special administration agencies of various countries. They are professional and dedicated, and are responsible for the safety and service of their own country's flights and passengers.

What greeted Li Muhan and Mo Qiao was a group of five men and women dressed in black Special Administration Bureau suits. They behaved competently and looked professional.

Their enthusiasm for Mo Qiao was palpable, but they seemed a little cold to Li Muhan.

But this did not surprise Li Muhan. He clearly remembered Lin Ze once mentioned that although Mo Qiao was only 17 years old, he had already made a name for himself on the international stage, won numerous honors, and was famous far and wide.

I secretly lamented that the gap between people is sometimes even greater than the difference between people and pigs.

Following the guidance of these people, Li Muhan and Mo Qiao left the area where the plane was parked and entered the spacious airport hall.

Here, Li Muhan saw the real world view.

Members of the Special Administration Bureau from various countries gathered together.

Their uniforms are each unique, like a colorful puzzle of global cultures.

A man wearing a Japanese-style gown, with two swords hanging from his waist, and his hair tied high, was obviously Yasuo... No, he should be the representative of the Fuso Special Administration Bureau.

His unique attire stood out among the crowd, but his clothing style was too eye-catching compared to the ordinary-dressed staff around him.

In the other corner of the hall, a man as tall as a bear and wearing a stuffed hat was sitting at the bar, drinking heavily.

He has a strong sense of presence, and you can tell at a glance that he is a member of the Special Administration Bureau from the North. His ruggedness is in sharp contrast to the surrounding environment.

I don’t know if I’m a colleague with Hati. If you have time, you can go over and say hello.

There is also a Korean special administration with a flying saucer hat.

The staff of the Saudi Special Administration Bureau wore exquisite scarves on their heads, revealing the mystery and tradition of the Arab world.

In short, Li Muhan concluded after observation that most ordinary members of the special administration bureaus in various countries wear customized formal suits and maintain a certain degree of uniformity and formality.

Those who are outliers are more inclined to show their own style. Their dressing is often more personalized and does not seem to be strictly restricted by the dress code of the Special Administration Bureau.

Li Muhan lowered his head and looked at the suit he was wearing, and couldn't help thinking whether, as a member of the alien race, he was too invisible to all living beings.

However, this also reveals a deep-seated phenomenon: those powerful special administration bureaus tend to have a more harmonious relationship with aliens.

Both parties are committed to promoting the progress of the world, so even if these aliens have extraordinary abilities, they are willing to abide by the regulations of the Special Administration and maintain order.

Uniform attire may seem trivial, but it actually reflects a sense of community and discipline, demonstrating respect for the rules and commitment to a common goal.

This is also a silent statement, showing how the Special Administration and the aliens can work together to maintain the stability and security of the world while maintaining their individuality.

Li Muhan wanted to continue observing, but when he turned around, he saw a girl in a black and red nun's uniform with an exquisite appearance walking towards him.

He was confused. When he and Xia Yue were separated before, he had never seen such a nun beside her.

Because this nun's appearance is so stunning, even those aliens couldn't help but take a few more looks after seeing this nun.

Just when Li Muhan wanted to ask her where Xia Yue was, the nun suddenly ran over with her skirt in hand and threw herself into Li Muhan's arms.

"... Damn it! Don't, don't hurt me! Old girl! It smells like this! Let go, or I will die!"

Li Muhan was so frightened that he struggled hard, but the girl was so strong that Li Muhan couldn't break free for a while.

At this moment, Li Muhan suddenly noticed the fragrance emanating from her long black hair...

Isn't this the smell of the shampoo I use?

"...Why are you struggling?"

Just at this time, the nun slowly raised her head, and her delicate eyes were looking at Li Muhan doubtfully.

The moment their eyes met, Li Muhan recognized him.

Isn't this Xia Yue?

"You...you're pretty good at it, cosplay?"

"Lin Ze asked me to cooperate with them as much as possible..." Xia Yue slowly let go of Li Muhan, then looked at her clothes and looked a little helpless.

"Don't be upset, it's really beautiful!"

Li Muhan saw that Xia Yue was a little unhappy. He wanted to rub Xia Yue's head as usual, but found that many eyes were looking at him.

He looked around with slightly squinted eyes, and sure enough, the members of the special administration bureaus from other countries looked at Li Muhan and Xia Yue with doubtful eyes.

Through the demon's keen hearing, he even heard some whispers.