Dimensional God: The Void Ring

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When Ma Dalong looked back to find his son, he found that his son was gone, and ran to Ma Xiaohu's company to find out that his son had already boarded the plane to the United States.

This is okay. He knows that as long as he does n’t nail his son one night, the son will be in luck the next day. If he does n’t nail the horse for three days, he may hang up.

Ma Dalong thought left and right that he had to go to the United States for a trip for the present, and immediately called the airport to book a flight to the United States.

It happened that the flight that Ma Xiaohu had scheduled to take off at night. He went home and packed it up, brought two clothes, and left for the airport.

But he froze as soon as he walked out of the house. A slim girl in a short skirt in front of the door looked at him with admiration. The appearance was so familiar. It was his biological daughter Ma Xiaoling.

Next to Ma Xiaoling, there is a handsome young man in casual clothes.

In addition to taking care of Ma Xiaohu, Ma Dalong also often went downstairs in Jiajia Building to take a peek at his daughter. He knew that his daughter was capable and had Madonna taking care of him. He was not worried.

But today Ma Xiaoling appeared in front of him. Ma Dalong almost couldn't help yelling his daughter's name. He didn't know why his daughter looked at him like that, but he was confident and well hidden, and the other party could never know each other. identity of.

He lowered his head now and walked past Ma Xiaoling with a hard heart.

"Dad!" A clear call made Ma Dalong's eyes instantly red, and his tears hung out, but he pretended not to hear them and continued to walk forward.

Ma Xiaoling walked a few steps in front of him: "Dad, where are you going?"

Ma Dalong looked up and smiled at Ma Xiaoling Qiang with tears in his eyes, "This lady, do you admit it!" After he finished speaking, he rushed out with his luggage at a thunderous speed and stopped at the side of the road. When the taxi goes up, it calls the driver to drive quickly.

When the taxi started, only the driver said: "Airport", just like a serious illness paralyzed on the seat.

Ma Xiaoling looked at the far-away taxi, her eyes were red, and Xin Han came over and took her hand: "Relax, nothing, everything will be fine!"

Ma Dalong arrived at the airport and found a place to rest for a while. When the check-in time was about to start, the airport staff glanced at his passport and then gave his colleague a glance.

Soon two uniformed policemen came over: "This gentleman, please come with me, we have something to ask you to cooperate with the investigation!"

"Mr. Police Officer, did you find the wrong person? I still have to board the plane to go to the United States!" Ma Dalong explained anxiously, but the police officer on the side smiled: "Please be assured that we will only ask a few words and will not delay Mr. Itinerary! "

But what the police said and done was obviously not the same thing. After taking Ma Dalong to a rest room, let him wait for a while, then went out and locked the door, and put a spell on the door lock. He smiled at each other and walked away.

Ma Dalong shouted for a long time and no one ignored him. Seeing that his plane had taken off, he thought about opening the door with the power of faith. He sneaked out and mixed with the plane first.

But something unexpected happened to him, no matter how he urged the power of faith, the door didn't respond.

Only then did he discover the difference in this lounge. There was no window. It was impossible to jump through the window and escape. He bumped the door a few times and could not move at all. At this time, he was really dumbfounded and knew he was pitted.

But he couldn't see it. Every time he tried to open the door with the power of faith, the spell on the outside door would flash to completely cancel out the power of faith he sent out.

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After more than ten hours of air travel, Ma Xiaohu finally arrived in New York, a bald man with a big gold chain, holding a pick-up card with his name on it, and it was very obvious that he was standing in the crowd.

Ma Xiaohu walked over to say hello: "Hello, I am Ma Xiaohu!"

The bald strong man looked at him for a long time, and then nodded: "My name is Sanjie, the company asked me to pick you up, let's go with me!" When he turned around, Ma Xiaohu quickly followed with his luggage .

Sang Jie took Ma Xiaohu into the car, ordered a cigar and told the driver to drive.

Ma Xiaohu smiled at the sturdy New York colleague: "Mr. Sang, I don't know where we are going!"

Sang Jie turned his head and sprayed a burst of smoke, and Ma Xiaohu coughed again and again, then snorted and said: "Ask what, wait until you know!"

Ma Xiaohu shrank his neck, daring to ask again.

In a nearly two-hour drive, the car drove into a private farm in the outer suburbs of New York.

The farm occupies a large area, and it seems to be the living area of ​​the farm owner and the cowboy. The living area is also very large. There are many relatively old buildings, including six regularly distributed churches.

The six churches immediately attracted Ma Xiaohu's attention, because although the six churches were not large in scale, or even small, they showed a sense of vicissitudes over the years.

The car stopped in front of a wooden house, and Sanjay pointed at the house: "Today you will live in this wooden house. Take a rest for two days. Don't worry, the company will arrange the task for you!"

"Oh ..." Ma Xiaohu nodded and got out of the trunk to lift the luggage out.

Sanjie also followed the door and walked out of the car, explaining to an elderly white man who came out of the cabin, and then pointed to Ma Xiaohu, as if arranging his accommodation.

The old white man nodded, then waved at Ma Xiaohu, loudly in English: "Well, guy, your room has been packed, come with me with luggage!"

Sang Jie waved his hand at Ma Xiaohu, his mouth flicked up, showing a smile, and then left the car.

If you remember correctly, this is the first time Ma Xiaohu saw this "colleague" smiling from the moment he met, but for no reason, he always felt that this tough New York colleague laughed a little strangely .

Because of the time difference, Hong Kong is already night, and here in New York is the same as when he boarded the plane, it is still daytime. Although the sky is sunny, Ma Xiaohu always has a cold feeling.

"Sir, my name is Ma Xiaohu, from Hong Kong Island, what is the name of my husband?" Ma Xiaohu picked up his luggage and hurriedly followed the elderly white man into the wooden house.

The old white man said without looking back: "My name is Bowen. It turned out that the body was burned in a nearby town. Now I'm retired and I work as a guard on this farm!"

After listening to Mr. Bowen's profession, Ma Xiaohu swallowed and swallowed without asking again.

Bowen took him into the cabin and turned his head and said to him: "You can rest here, I will bring you lunch later!"

Ma Xiaohu nodded and said thank you. He glanced at the furnishings in the room and found that the room was full of things about Christianity, only the cross, there were several large and small, and some about the Bible. The oil painting of the story is set on the wall.

He asked Bowen who was going out: "Sir, why are there so many churches here?"

Bowen seemed to think he had many problems. He turned around and glanced at him angrily, but he still explained: "The six churches are very famous. They were there a long time ago, even if there are many people who come to worship now! "

Bowen glanced outside and said, "It is said that the six churches were built on the position of the six-pointed star. In the middle of the six-pointed star, an evil werewolf was sealed!"

"Middle?" Ma Xiaohu pointed to his feet. If he remembered correctly, when he got off the car just now, he saw that this wooden house seemed to be built in the middle of the six churches.

Looking at Ma Xiaohu's disturbed face, Bowen said disdainfully: "Yes, otherwise you think why there are so many crosses in this room, why are you scared?"

After thinking about it, Ma Xiaohu laughed: "No, how could there be werewolves in the world!"

Bowen waved out and walked out.

After a while, a pickup truck opened, and a few workers got off the pickup truck, carrying a bucket of buckets without knowing anything. After getting out of the car, they began to work with brushes, and they wanted to do the work. Is to paint a red paint on the wooden house where Ma Xiaohu lives.

Because he was flying in a private plane, Ma Xiaohu had a good rest on the plane, and he was still very energetic at this time.

He put down his luggage and wanted to go out. As soon as he walked to the door, he asked a burst of **** air, although it seemed to be mixed with spices to suppress the **** smell, but it was close and smelled the same. Clearly.

The source of the **** smell is the red paint on hand of these workers!

Ma Xiaohu thought with some fear, wouldn't it be blood?

In addition to his doubts, he asked these workers in English.

A worker answered the question for him, saying that the buildings here are all antique buildings of the United States and witnessed the rise of the United States. Therefore, special protection is required. Every summer, wooden buildings that need to be protected are painted with this special paint, which can resist pests. Ant erosion and destruction.

This kind of paint can volatize naturally, and it will be almost volatile in winter, so there is no need to worry that this paint will damage the building.

Ma Xiaohu sounded very reasonable ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He was relieved, he looked around for a while, and he saw some ants, flies or something, just close to the areas where the paint was painted, he died Warped.

Seeing that it worked, I felt that while I was growing knowledge, I also felt that the means of protecting buildings on the American side were all high-tech. It was normal that I had n’t seen it before, and the little doubt in my heart disappeared instantly.

After a while Bowen walked over with a large bowl: "The first time you come, let you try our most famous broth!"

Ma Xiaohu quickly thanked him and took over the big bowl. He happened to be a little hungry. He carried the big bowl on the table in the house and picked up the spoon in the bowl and ate it.

The broth is very mixed, and the pieces below are all pieces of meat. I don't know what kind of meat. It tastes chewy and fragrant.

Immediately extended a big finger to Bowen: "It's delicious!"

Bowen laughed and said: "Delicious, just eat more, and I will make it for you at night!" He finished speaking slowly, word by word, and laughed, but there was no smile on his face. Adapt, feel the air in the back straight.