Chapter 483：

The rich demon spirit gas immediately enveloped the ten thousand snakes, and the flight was extinct!

The high-altitude cold wind, the black windbreaker of Ten Thousand Snakes and the wide monsters, blowing and hunting!

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

This is...forbidden spirit magic—physical inscription!

Wan Snake's body is also engraved with an unknown imperial spirit technique!

The purple-black demon spirit envelops his figure, and instantly disappears at the end of the sky!

...

The sky gradually lit up.

Ye Fan woke up on Deep Blue's thigh.

The lovely little maid prepared breakfast very intimately.

Ye Fan looked back at the harvest of the night.

He sorted out all the imperial spirits and the knowledge of art formations he had obtained from the sheep.

Pick out some that you can use, conduct thorough research, and conduct in-depth research.

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

After eating breakfast, Ye Fan took Deep Blue back into the demon spirit space and walked straight out of the room door.

It's just past 6:30, and there are already many people on the streets busy with their lives and lives.

Ye Fan was walking, and the phone in the pocket of his jacket suddenly heard 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 up and turned over a sum of 50 million!

Ye Fan smiled slightly, now he has a huge amount of 70.61 million in his account.

I have thought about buying a villa before, and I can also put it on the agenda and plan.

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

After performing the task of beheading Weiyang, Ye Fan has 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 advantage of this time to go back to Nanling to retrieve the box left by his father.

He came to the hospital and talked about it to his mother and sister.

Naturally, my mother was concerned and nagging for a while.

Ye Fan responded one by one, listening inwardly.

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

In his previous life, Ye Fan, who had deeply experienced his son's desire to nurture and never treated him, cherished the time and feelings he spent with his family.

Sister Ye Ling'er was naughty aside, imitating her mother's words.

My mother said something, and my sister repeated it too.

It wasn't until Ye Fan's "magic claws" covered Ye Ling'er's small head and messed up the latter's hair that this little girl's "rebellious" heart was strongly suppressed!

Ye Ling'er angrily complained to his mother.

Ye Fan stood with a smile.

There was a triumphant look on his face.

With the laughter of the children, Cai Xiaomei, the mother who was watching, laughed happily.

The family is happy.

After Ye Fan stayed with him for a while, he said goodbye to his mother and sister and walked out of the hospital.

He called a ghost taxi and drove towards the station platform of the Metro Railroad Train.

It takes more than an hour to fly from Modu to Nanling even at high altitude.

There are still many powerful flying monsters in the sky, and once they encounter them, they are not good.

Ye Fan was going to take the ground rail train to the base city of Nanzhou, which is the nearest to the Nanling ruins, and then control the demon Linggang Qi to fly over.

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

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

Twenty minutes later, on the edge of the southern city wall of the inner city of Magic City, the subway train was on the platform of Magic City.

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

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

However, there are only standing votes.

It's nine o'clock this time, and it's twelve o'clock.

Express train T7758.

Checking the ticket fifteen minutes in advance, standing on the ticket-checking platform, Ye Fan suddenly felt that there was a ray of sight behind him, which seemed to fall on him.

He glanced to the rear.

There are densely packed people everywhere, with large and small bags in their hands, and there is no suspicious person to be seen.

Ye Fan retracted his gaze.

More than twenty meters behind him.

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

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

A pair of canvas shoes still stained with cement ash were stepped on their feet.