Looking down again, she was still asleep, and then she was at ease.

In mid-October, three months later, the man would tamper with his life and marry in his cloak and marry a wife.

He squinted his eyes slightly, with a heavy yin aura on his handsome face, and the cold was like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.

Since everyone thinks that person is real, then he can't be allowed to die in front of other people's eyes. Because it's so similar, it will only make people think that the real Feng Hao is dead.

The consequences of that are not a good thing for Phantom Alliance and GS.

His disappearance and replacement by others must not be expanded.

……

Had dinner, it was almost seven o'clock.

Feng Hao carried a travel bag and took Xia Yucheng's hand and walked to the place in Passeo. La Pedrera on Via de Gracia.

Known as the "Stone House" or "Quarry", this building is one of Barcelona's most famous attractions, so even at night, there are many tourists who stop here.

The person who came to deliver the documents was a middle-aged man with red hair and a long beard, and he whispered a few words to Feng Hao, and then handed a black bag to Feng Hao.

Feng Hao took it out and looked at it, then stuffed it back into his pocket, took out a roll of banknotes from his trouser pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Do you have a car?" he asked.

The middle-aged man obviously hadn't realized it yet, and looked at him stunned.

Feng Hao took out another roll of banknotes and handed it 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 keys and stuffed them to Feng Hao.

"Here you go!" After the middle-aged man said the parking location and license plate number, he said with a smile, "I haven't driven this car for a few years, there is no problem, you just drive all the way to the Americas, there is no problem." ”

The middle-aged man was naturally joking, Feng Hao also smiled, and then wanted to hold Xia Yucheng's hand, but was stunned. It turned out that when he let go to check those documents, Xia Yucheng kept tugging at the corner of his clothes, like a child.

"Alright, let's go!" Feng Hao's heart warmed, and his loving eyes turned to her.

Sometimes, Xia Yucheng is really like a child in his eyes, especially when she is stubborn. So he was happy to take care of her like a child.

The middle-aged man's car looked eighty percent new, a white German car. Feng Hao opened the door, tossed the bag into the back seat, and checked the tires.

There was a toolbox in the trunk, and Feng Hao opened it and took the wrench and crowbar out of it. He originally wanted to buy a gun, but their documents were forged, and no matter how real they were, they were still fake.

He didn't want to disrupt their itinerary because of a gun. Again, he doesn't care about anything alone, but with Xia Yucheng, he has to be careful and low-key and cautious.

"Where are we going?" got into the car, Xia Yucheng, who had been silent, couldn't help but ask.

Feng Hao started the car, and when the car drove down the street, he slowly replied: "Paris, France!"

The night was dark, and Feng Hao's expression was a little cold, and he looked ahead, putting on the steering wheel, thinking in his heart where those people would be if someone was chasing them.

From Barcelona to Paris, a dozen hours away. It may seem unsafe to travel at night, but for them, it is much safer than moving during the day.