Huang Rumeng looked at Sun Hao, but stopped talking.
"Rumeng, do you have something to ask me?" Sun Hao said.
"My son, do you want to open a medical clinic in Jiangyang City?" Huang Rumeng asked.
When Sun Hao heard it, his eyes bloomed.
This girl, yes.
Just say it, she could guess what I was thinking, amazing!
"Yes." Sun Hao said.
"My son, are you looking for a cultivator to protect you?" Huang Rumeng said.
"En!" Sun Hao nodded.
"My son, if you don't dislike it, I am willing to protect you!" Huang Rumeng said.
Sun Hao looked at Huang Rumeng up and down, staring blankly.
Huang Rumeng didn't have the breath of a cultivator at all.
How can a mortal protect himself?
"Can you protect me?" Sun Hao asked.
Huang Rumeng smiled slightly, walked in front of Sun Hao, stretched out his weak and boneless hand, and held Sun Hao, "Master, come with me!"
Sun Hao followed Huang Rumeng with a face full of doubts, his mind turned sharply.
Isn't she also a cultivator?
If so, the trouble will be big.
For the first time, I touched several places that I shouldn't touch.
Also, these few days, the two have been getting along, but they are close to each other, so it's hard to repair them.
If she repents and slaps her, wouldn’t she...
At this point, Sun Hao trembled in his heart.
"My son, can I take you to fly?" Huang Rumeng asked.
Sun Hao's eyes shone brightly.
Dreaming of wanting to travel around the world, happy and happy.
Let such a beautiful woman take her to fly, a joy in life, I can't ask for it.
"Okay." Sun Hao nodded.
"Master, stand up a little bit."
"it is good."
"Come here a little bit more."
"is this okay?"
"Hold me tight."
"It's not so good."
"After you fall, I may not be able to catch it!"
"Well, is this all right?"
Hearing this, Sun Hao clung to Huang Rumeng.
A fragrant breeze rushed to the face.
There was something strange in his chest, and Sun Hao reacted unconsciously.
Huang Rumeng's face turned red, and she hugged Sun Hao tightly, "Master, I'm about to start."
The two slowly ascended, and soon they jumped over the stone tower.
"Hey, there seems to be a piece missing from this tower!" Sun Hao was taken aback.
"It seems so, son!" Huang Rumeng nodded.
The stone tower shrank rapidly in Sun Hao's eyes.
Sun Hao looked at the ground, and a dizziness came.
He hugged Huang Rumeng tightly, not daring to let go.
"My son, how is it?" Huang Rumeng asked.
"So this is flying, it feels good!" Sun Hao said.
"My son, this is not a flight. Next is flight. I want to speed up!"
With this sound.
There was a roar in the ears.
The whole person fell from the sky like a roller coaster, horribly accelerating, pressing his chest to breathe hard, and his heart seemed to jump out.
The wind and waves blew and hit his face, painful.
Sun Hao couldn't even open his eyes.
The heart was beating violently and couldn't stop at all.
Uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.
"Like a dream, stop... stop, stop, let me catch my breath!"
Huang Rumeng slowed down and gradually stopped.
She watched Sun Hao sweating profusely, her eyes blooming with strange glow.
"The realm of the son is unimaginable. This mortal pretends to be too alike, even I can't see the slightest difference!"
"My son, are you better?" Huang Rumeng asked.
"Rumeng, slow down and take me back. Your speed is almost the same as that of an airplane." Sun Hao said.
"Aircraft?" Huang Rumeng looked puzzled.
"It's a flying spirit weapon, and people can sit in it." Sun Hao changed his mind and said.
"Master, is it Feizhou? Feizhou is not so fast." Huang Rumeng said.
"Does that need to consume spirit stones?"
"No, it consumes kerosene."
Huang Rumeng looked at Sun Hao with a look of worship.
I have never heard of these things.
It is something that the higher world has.
It seems that the son came here from a certain higher world.
"My son, you are so amazing, you know so much." Huang Rumeng said.
Seeing Huang Rumeng's fiery eyes, Sun Hao quickly retracted.
These things are common sense.
Just say it casually, what's so powerful.
Now, Huang Rumeng is also a cultivator, so he must be careful with her and must not annoy her.
"Not great, take me back!"
Huang Rumeng accelerated again, and Sun Hao almost vomited.
He kept shouting to slow down until Huang Rumeng's speed dropped to one-tenth, which was much easier.
It seems that the body of a mortal, even the ride, is a test.
Back in the yard, Sun Hao said, "Rumeng, why don't you have the breath of a cultivator?"
"My son, I have a special cultivation technique and can hide my breath." Huang Rumeng said.
After Sun Hao heard it, he nodded secretly.
"Rumeng, in the future, we will have one more class every day, that is, you will take me to fly until I am fully adapted, we will go to Jiangyang City, how?"
"It's all based on the son's orders."
Huang Rumeng leaned slightly.
"Okay, let's take a look at this stone tower!"
Sun Hao raised his head and looked at the stone tower towering over the sky, his eyes flickering with brilliance.
This stone tower has dozens of floors.
Look at its height, at least a few hundred meters.
If you stand on it, you will be able to capture the scenery below the mountain.
This is a perfect viewing platform.
Compared with flying, it is still safe.
The two stood in front of the stone tower and patted the door lightly.
A dull voice came.
"My son, let me try!"
Huang Rumeng stepped forward, with a movement of mind, he extracted his physical strength, blended it into his palm, and released it into the stone gate.
Shimen shook for a while.
Dust fell from the top, revealing very complicated lines.
It seems that the vicissitudes of life are primitive.
In many places, the lines have been wiped out.
After Huang Rumeng's body strength poured into the lines, a red glow lighted up and began to flow along the lines.
Huang Rumeng drew out his dantian power, but couldn't fill a striped road.
Take back the power.
Huang Rumeng touched Shimen with shock on his face.
"These are formation patterns, very old, at least they are from the Middle Ages, right?"
"This stone tower is not easy!"
Huang Rumeng stood in front of Sun Hao with an apologetic expression, "My son, my strength is too low to start."
"This thing, you can open it, you don't have to force it!"
Sun Hao touched the lines of Shimen and shook his head for a while.
"Who portrayed this pattern? This painting skill is too bad, let me do it myself!"
Sun Hao took the carving knife from the carving room and stood in front of Shimen.
"My son, what are you?" Huang Rumeng asked.
"I think these lines are portrayed very bluntly, and some places are obliterated. I'll fix it!" Sun Hao said.
Huang Rumeng's face was shocked.
At first glance, this ancient pattern was portrayed by a great figure, but the son actually said it was abrupt?
The son really regards himself as a mortal?
This thing may seem ordinary on the surface, but in fact it is extremely complicated.
Not to mention repair, even the touch will be fatal counterattack.
However, the son has no magic power, and it should be fine if he encounters it.
Thinking like this, Huang Rumeng relaxed.
She was stunned and did not calm down for a long time.
I saw that the carving knife was in Sun Hao's hands, as flexible as a flying dragon and a snake.
Ancient formation pattern, without any backlash.
A line of lines quickly appeared on the stone gate.
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