Age of Horror: I Have a Monster Editor Chapter 483

The strong demon spirit qi immediately wrapped the ten thousand snakes, and the flight disappeared!

The high-altitude cold wind blows the large snakes and the monsters into the black windbreaker, making a hunting sound!

The faintly exposed part of the body showed a purple-black imperial spirit technique pattern!

This is... the forbidden spiritual art - the inscription pattern on the flesh!

The body of Wan Snake is also engraved with an unknown spiritual art!

The purple-black demon spirit qi wrapped around his figure and disappeared at the end of the sky in an instant!

...

The sky gradually brightened.

Ye Fan woke up on the deep blue thigh.

Lovely little maid, very considerate to prepare breakfast.

Ye Fan reviewed the harvest of the night.

He sorted out all the knowledge of Spiritual Control and Magic Formation that he had obtained from Nianyang.

Pick out some that you can use, integrate them, and study them in depth.

Although it was only a few hours, Ye Fan felt that he had benefited a lot.

After breakfast, Ye Fan took Shenlan back to the demon spirit space and walked straight out of the door.

It's just past 6:30 now, and there are already many people on the street who are busy for survival and life.

Ye Fan was walking, and the phone in the inner pocket of his jacket suddenly rang with the sound of making money from the electronic account.

Ye Fan took it out and took a look.

The reward for the task of beheading Weiyang has arrived.

Just rounded it up, and turned a sum of 50 million!

Ye Fan smiled slightly, and now he has a huge sum of 70,610,000 in his account.

Before thinking about buying a villa, you can also put it on the agenda and plan.

Ye Fan came to the First People's Hospital of Modu while thinking about where the location is better.

After performing the task of beheading Weiyang, Ye Fan had nothing to do for the time being.

Yan Po can handle the internal affairs of the third echelon well.

Ye Fan was going to take this time to go back to Nanling to retrieve the box left by his father.

He came to the hospital and told his mother and sister about this.

The mother naturally had a while of concern and nagging.

Ye Fan responded one by one, listening in his heart.

Even though my mother had said these words a thousand times, Ye Fan was not impatient at all.

In a previous life, Ye Fan, who had deeply experienced the desire to support his son but not his relatives, cherished the time and feelings he spent with his family.

The younger sister Ye Linger was naughty and imitated her mother's words.

The mother said something, and the sister repeated it.

It wasn't until Ye Fan's "magic claws" covered Ye Linger's little head and ruffled the latter's hair that this little girl's "rebellion" heart was strongly suppressed!

Ye Linger angrily complained to her mother.

Ye Fan stood smilingly.

A smug look on his face.

The children's laughter caused the mother Cai Xiaomei to laugh happily.

A happy family.

After being with Ye Fan for a while, he bid farewell to his mother and sister and walked out of the hospital.

He called a ghost taxi and drove towards the platform of the Modu Metro train.

From Modu to Nanling, it takes more than an hour to fly at high altitude.

There are still many powerful flying demons in the sky, and once they encounter it, it will be bad.

Ye Fan was going to take the ground rail train to the Nanzhou base city closest to the ruins of Nanling, and then control the demon spirit to fly over.

Ye Fan gave a lot of ghost coins, which made the ghost driver very motivated.

The little ghost rental, just drove a bit of the momentum of a sports car.

More than 20 minutes later, on the edge of the southern city wall of the inner city of Modu, the subway train Modu platform.

Ye Fan, who got out of the car, was slightly taken aback when he saw the crowd of people in front of him.

He squeezed in, bought a ticket, and finally bought the fastest subway train that departed.

However, there are only standing tickets.

This trip at nine o'clock, arrive at twelve o'clock.

Express train T7758.

Checking tickets fifteen minutes in advance, and standing on the ticket-checking platform, Ye Fan suddenly felt a faint line of sight behind him, which seemed to fall on him.

He glanced back.

There were dense crowds everywhere, holding large and small bags in their hands, and no suspicious people could be seen.

Ye Fan looked back.

More than twenty meters behind him.

A middle-aged man with a face with Chinese characters, a simple and honest face, and a wrinkled face, who has been through vicissitudes of life, is walking out of the crowd.

He was wearing a white-washed army green tracksuit and jacket.

On his feet was a pair of canvas shoes that were still stained with cement ash.