After looking down, she was still asleep, and then she felt relieved.
In mid-October, three months later, that person will tamper with his life and get married in his robes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a heavy yin energy on his handsome face, and the coldness and coldness appeared in front of him like an iceberg that never melted for thousands of years.
Since everyone thinks that person is real, then he cannot be let die in front of others. Because so similarity only makes people think that Feng Hao is dead.
The consequences that would be brought about are not a good thing for both Fantasy Alliance and GS.
His disappearance and being replaced by others must not be expanded.
...
After dinner, it was almost seven o'clock.
Feng Hao carried a travel bag and held Xia Yucheng's hand and walked to Mira House located on the Street of Paseo de Gracia.
This building, known as the "Stone House" or "Quarry", is a famous attraction in Barcelona, so even at night, many tourists stop here.
The person who came to deliver the certificate was a middle-aged man with red hair and beard. He whispered with Feng Hao for a few words, and then handed a black bag to Feng Hao.
Feng Hao took it out and looked at it, then stuffed it back into the bag, took out a roll of banknotes from his pants and handed it to the middle-aged man.
"Are there a car?" he asked.
The middle-aged man obviously hadn't come over yet and looked at him blankly.
Feng Hao took out another roll of banknotes and handed them to him: "I want a car."
"No problem, no problem..." The middle-aged man counted the lottery tickets that were enough to buy two new cars, and simply took out his car key and stuffed it to Feng Hao.
"Give it to you!" After the middle-aged man said the parking location and license plate number, he smiled and said, "I haven't driven this car for a few years. There is no problem. Even if you drive all the way to America, there is no problem."
The middle-aged man was naturally joking, so Feng Hao smiled and wanted to hold Xia Yucheng's hand again, and was stunned. It turned out that when he let go to check the documents, Xia Yucheng kept pulling him.
The corner of the clothes looked like a child.
"Okay, let's go!" Feng Hao felt warm in his heart, and his loving eyes turned to her.
Sometimes, Xia Yucheng was really like a child in his eyes, especially when she was stubborn. So he was happy to take care of her like a child.
The middle-aged man's car looked 80% new, and it was a white German sedan. Feng Hao opened the car door, threw the bag on the back seat, and then checked the tires.
There was a tool box in the trunk. Feng Hao opened it and took out the wrench and crowbar from it. He originally wanted to buy a gun, but their ID was forged. No matter how real it was, it was still fake.
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He didn't want to disrupt their itinerary with a gun. As for the same sentence, he didn't care about anything alone, but with Xia Yucheng, he had to be careful and low-key and cautious.
"Where are we going?" Xia Yucheng, who had been silent, couldn't help but ask.
Feng Hao started the car and waited for the car to drive onto the street before he slowly replied: "Paris, France!"
The dark night was deep, and Feng Hao's expression was a little cold. He looked ahead, held the steering wheel, thinking in his heart where those people would be if someone was chasing them.
It is more than a dozen hours away from Barcelona to Paris. It seems unsafe to travel at night, but for them, it is much safer than to act during the day.