The city of colors, the living room of the Zhen family. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Mu Qian and Zhen's father both rushed back to the town to 'relieve the disaster', after learning that their relatives were safe, the aunt devoted herself to her creative career.

She had only slept at half past two in the middle of the night, turned over in bed, and heard the noise outside and the hurried footsteps upstairs and downstairs.

"Annoying, is it raining? Why is it thundering!"

The aunt complained, as a young woman who has been entangled by insomnia all year round, earplugs and eye masks are two indispensable treasures.

Fully armed, the world was finally quiet, and the aunt thought it was the usual noise in the early morning, but she didn't listen carefully to what was going on outside, and fell asleep again.

The community where the Zhen family is located is quite far away from that side, and there will be no danger for the time being.

In the corner of the living room of the Zhen family, the silver-white box lying there was quiet, and no one noticed its existence, and they didn't pay attention to whose luggage it was.

In fact, it can be regarded as the luck of the city of colors, the core components of these three machines appeared here unexpectedly, and if the six machines were secretly arranged, the casualties could be far more than doubled.

In my aunt's sleep, the world is changing dramatically.

After the major demon slayer forces found that this information spread could not be covered up by any means, they were all gearing up, and some of the young Zhuang factions were also in high spirits.

On a slowly rising helicopter, Ren Ying looked at the laptop held by the assistant next to her, her brows furrowed.

On the way to evacuation, she began to think about how her current economic system should be changed to adapt to the next social shock.

The demon slayer who has been silent in the dark is finally going to the forefront.

Will human technological civilization clash with these traditional demon slayer who control social resources, and what will be the consequences of the conflict of ideas and concepts?

These are all things Ren Ying has to think about.

Thinking about it, the helicopter had already flown out of the area of the City of Colors and landed on the improvised shelter.

"The equity in our hands began to sell and cash out," Ren Ying really gave an order, "immediately convene a video conference of the board of directors." ”

"Okay chairman. ”

The assistant immediately went to get busy, and Ren Ying, who gave the order, was also a little relaxed.

The existence of the demon slayer power, in fact, can feel the clues when ordinary people's wealth or power accumulate to a certain point.

But most of these demon slayers are fighting demons, and they don't care about economics and politics.

But in the current situation, the demon slayer will immediately stand in the center of the stage and be impacted, there will definitely be scolding, there will definitely be praise, and there will definitely be attempts to challenge their existence.

Ren Ying's fingers kept tapping on the armrest, and the smooth nails shone brightly.

She wondered when she was going to buy the shares of companies that had something to do with demon slayers...... It is estimated that it will make a lot of money.

Thundered!

Ren Ying looked out the window of the helicopter and saw the picture of the blue moth releasing rays of light, causing a large explosion.

Her face turned pale, and she remembered that she was so close to the battlefield of humans and demons, and the humans who were being sacrificed there were not all data, but all fresh lives.

"There are many benefits to be gained from the reconstruction of the City of Colors......

muttered in a low voice, Ren Ying patted her forehead and fell on the seat a little weakly.

She's really getting more and more businessman, and the innocent worldview of a girl is almost gone!

……

The roof of the town, the wooden house.

The young man with his legs dangling looked at the mobile phone screen, on which was Wen Yu's speech, Wen Yu was explaining and explaining to the citizens of the City of Colors, but the live broadcast fell in the eyes of all night owls in Tiannanhaibei.

It's going to be a sea change, the world.

"Uh-huh......"

Mu Qian hummed a somewhat light-hearted tune and looked up at the starry sky.

The doppelganger made by his own sword temporarily,It seems that he has confessed to the demon king;It's nothing.,The demon king has been trapped by himself for an unknown number of light years.,Don't worry about the impact that your own and the demon king's actions will have on the earth's environment.。

This concern is not unfounded.

Wen Yu's voice was a little high-pitched: "Tonight's sacrifice is not anyone's responsibility, but the demon world's declaration of war against us! This kind of declaration of war crosses the borders, races, religions, and cultures between human beings! This is a declaration of war against the human race! This is a war between worlds!"

"The response to the strain is pretty good," Mu Qian raised an eyebrow at Wen Yu's image, Wen Yu wouldn't see it anyway.

What is Wen Yu doing? Of course, he is shirking the responsibility of the Wen family for the poor protection of the City of Colors.

But then again, the Wen family has already taken the greatest precautionary measures, but relying on ordinary people and demon exterminators who are not masters to check the intersection is easy to be fooled by Gu Xunlong's guys.

The white box that my aunt brought with me is the best example.

Of course, this is a counterexample after a failed operation......

Mu Qian's ears fluttered, and following the sound of the wind, he heard the sound of conversation in the night:

"What do you mean by demons, is it a nightly comedy show?"

"How so...... Isn't the Demon Slayer something out of a novel?"

"Oh my God! I'll just say that I came here as an immortal cultivator in my last life!"

"Go home and wash up and sleep, maybe tomorrow it's World War III...... This could really be a world war, a war between worlds and worlds. ”

"Suddenly I feel that our empty and pale youth has the possibility of being dyed with color!"

It was four or five young people walking on the side of the street, all of them coming out of the Internet café in groups, all of them looking a little uneasy;

So calm?

This was a bit unexpected by Mu Qian.

Just now, Mu Qian was still wondering if there would be all kinds of turmoil in the human world, political reforms, wars, and revolutions.

But at this time, those young people who were talking and laughing ...... Yes, thanks to the 'hero culture' that is more prevalent today, relying on the concept bombardment of various film and television works and graphic novels, the information of superheroes, villains, and humanity in crisis is not so difficult to digest.

Glancing at the time, Mu Qian seemed to be waiting for something.

The tips of his ears twitched slightly, and Mu Qian's gaze immediately locked on the park not far from his home, where a dark shadow was moving rapidly......

At the same time, six trucks slowly drove into the target area in an area nearly six kilometers in diameter around the town.

Villages, mountains and forests, these six cars completely enclosed the town, and if you look closely, the circle surrounded by these six cars happens to be in the park near Mu Qian's house.

Under the park's street lamps, Zhu Xiu was fiddling with the buttons in front of a 'vending machine'.

"Is it really her?"

Mu Qian's brows furrowed slightly.

If this is not handled well, it will be difficult to explain it to Zhu Fatzi......

Just as he was thinking, Zhu Xiu's movements stopped, and the vending machine slowly moved backwards amid the sound of the engine, revealing a deep passage.

In the middle of the passage, a white point of light slowly rose up.