Lao Jiang waited in place for more than ten minutes before seeing another black magic ball flying slowly out of the water-filled lake.

This one is two times bigger than Shi Rui's one.

It looks a little bloated, but has a little more decoration.

If the third prince's French ball is a red Ferrari sports car, the one in front of Lao Jiang is more like an elegant and slow classic car.

As the cockpit opened, noise came from inside.

Six seats staggered up and down were filled with people.

Ruyue sat in the co-pilot, like a driving school coach of the teaching staff, with a headache, while the silly monster sat in the main driver, holding the steering wheel with his claws, and slowly stepped on the brakes.

Let the magic ball stop right beside Lao Jiang.

"Get on the car, boss! I'll carry you, I've learned it!"

The wolf demon wearing sunglasses raised his hand proudly, showing that he seemed to be an old driver.

"It's my turn! It's my turn! Liu Hui, go quickly! It's my turn!"

On the rear seat, Helya, who was wearing a seat belt, shouted with dissatisfaction:

"I promised to drive a paragraph, and I will drive a paragraph."

"Don't rob it."

Lao Jiang sighed, climbed into the cockpit helplessly, and sat at the end, beside the half-excited and half-uneasy little fat man Qian Duo. In the empty space at the end, pomegranate was sitting opposite the black clouds.

Two monsters were grabbing the game console and were fiercely competing.

"I'm still missing Gu Miao girl."

Jiang Xia glanced at the empty seat in front of him, shook his head and said:

"That girl was taken away by Senior Sister Luo Yan, but she would definitely be more willing to explore with us and play with us. Hello, Qian Duo, this is your first time joining us."

Lao Jiang reached out to stop the fat man's shoulder and said:

"Don't embarrass me if you act decently."

"Oh, OK, boss."

Qian Duo breathed a sigh of relief, took the sunglasses handed over Jiang Xia and put them on his eyes, which gave him a little murderous aura. The cabin closed in the next moment, and Lao Jiang looked around.

He leaned comfortably on the chair, and said with a divine thought in Helya's ear with dissatisfaction:

"Can the black clouds guarantee a secret?"

"Don't worry, boss."

Helya made an OK gesture, she looked back and said:

"I asked Qian Duo that in addition to the blood contract shared life, there is also a sense link. If the black cloud wants to inform me, I will know it as soon as possible and stop it."

"good."

Jiang Xia nodded.

"Boss, where are we going?"

The wolf demon with a blindfold raised his ears and asked, "It was fun." Jiang Xia took out the umbrella of the umbrella from the ring and opened it in the swimmer ball.

I have used this magic weapon once or twice, and Lao Jiang has mastered it very skillfully.

The black umbrella surface opened for a moment and spiritual power was injected into it. The 120,000-degree pure spiritual power in the body could double the opening time of the treasure umbrella, and disperse the effect of the treasure umbrella covering the breath out.

Cover everyone like a net.

"Accelerate! Step on the accelerator to the bottom! Go straight forward!"

Boss Jiang moved the small MAGA world flower on the third branch of the Seven Treasures Tree in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the air in front of the black magic ball immediately vibrated like water waves.

It's like a portal that is hard to figure out.

In the joyful scream of the wolf demon, it stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, causing the black magic ball to roar into the sea of ​​clouds ahead like a rocket.

In an instant, he crashed into the Treasure Tree Star Gate and rushed into another world in the swell of the air.

"Huh? The signal of the ignorant disciple disappeared again?"

In the cave of Shangtong Peak of Moshuang Mountain, Shi Yan, who was practicing with the merits from heaven, suddenly opened her eyes. The chip in her mind also noticed that Jiang Xia's data signal mysteriously disappeared.

But this time, Gu Miao, who was exercising the spell, followed Luo Yan to travel deep in the lake, making her unable to notice where Jiang Xia and her gang were going.

"hateful!"

Damn is almost trying to bite his silver teeth. How many times has he lost this?

Why is my own rebellious disciple so lucky?

"It doesn't matter."

Damn hummed, and again put on a five-hearted posture in his messy boudoir, and immersed in the practice of Dameng's practice.

As Shi Yan's breathing, the surrounding reality was shaping into strange pictures like mist, which instantly turned into quicksand rolling, and the next moment there was a dense forest.

In less than a breath, the surroundings turned into a noisy mortal market. Boys and girls came and went, and even the little girl drawn with fog grabbed the candied haws and jumped over Shi Yan's body.

"After the original cultivator has passed the great disaster of fate, find another opportunity to dig out all the secrets of you, the ignorant disciple."

Shi Yan chuckled.

Full of confidence.

The next moment, her figure disappeared into the illusion she had created like quicksand, and the entire scenery of Shangtong Peak quickly became increasingly expanded.

It was as if it was stripped from the Moshuang Mountain.

---

MAGA World, New York.

It was the last time Lao Jiang and the others entered the world, and they were just behind Times Square. At this time, it was more than a month since Lao Jiang and the others left.

The city also came from the cold winter month to early spring.

But there is still a chilly spring, which makes the temperature in the air not so suitable, and the pandemic spreading in the city has not been well handled, and the situation is still very bad.

The pedestrians on the streets became more sparse, and the shops also marked the sign of closing, which seemed a little desolate.

But this has not affected what is going on in this rebellious country. There are seven months left to be the midterm elections for the presidential election. With time tight, more and more official canvassing activities are being launched.

Just now.

Just in a corner of the square, a group of fanatical fans of the current president had gathered. Like more than a month ago, they were wearing messy banners, holding red and blue notice boards, and were directed by a dedicated person.

From the city center, we marched all the way to today's canvassing event site.

The weather is quite cold.

But many people in the parade were wearing thin clothes, roaring at the top of their lungs, their necks were red and they looked very energetic.

Nearly a thousand people gathered together, and the heat they emitted also made them seem to have been revealed and protected by God, so that they no longer fear the cold.

and bacteria mixed in cold air.

They are not afraid!

Because their leader told them that you don’t need to be afraid!

Any pandemic, economic crisis, and social security issues will disappear magically at some point in the future.

It's like a miracle.

This sounds crazy, but these presidential fanatics believe this, not only that, they also believe that the Mr. President with cool hair is the Son of God!

It is the Second Christ!

It was the messenger sent by God to save them from the miserable people.

"Kuben!Kuben!Kuben!"

The crowd gathered together, shouting in unison, calling out the President's name, and they looked forward to his appearance on the platform high above the square.

They came for this, to support the President who spoke for themselves and the people at the bottom of society.

In the past four years, the President has said a lot of stupid words and has been ridiculed and criticized by traditional elites. However, the rednecks at the bottom don’t care because those stupid words are the most real thoughts in the rednecks’ hearts.

"It's time for you to appear, Mr. President."

Behind the podium, in the rest room tightly protected by secret service agents, a hot blonde girl walked to the President who was having lunch and whispered:

"Voters are looking forward to your appearance. Uh, it's better not to wear a mask. This can show your toughness very well. They like this toughness the most."

"I know, I know, Alice, you don't have to stress it over and over again, no one knows tougher than me."

The President, who was holding a beef burger in his hand, said casually.

Although as president, he is still a man in his seventies, eating this junk food with explosive calories is a bit unequivocal and not very healthy.

But there is no way, the maverick President Asis Kuben likes this.

And this makes him look very friendly. The people at the bottom have seen enough well-dressed social elites, and they like to see an anti-trend image of a president.
To be continued...