Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

0As soon as Song Minghao stepped into the room, he felt as if he had stepped into an ice cellar. His legs, which were only wearing a pair of pants, were shaking.    0

    

Why is it so cold? The temperature in the room was definitely below -10 degrees Celsius! It's clearly April! Winter had long passed!    

    

Something's not right! It's not that cold outside. Could it be that there's something strange about this old fellow? '    

    

As the most outstanding junior of the third generation of the Yanjing Song Family, song Minghao soon suspected the old man who was standing by the window with his hands behind his back and his back facing him.    

    

This old man had his back to him. It was his grandfather who personally invited him to come out of the mountain!    

    

Song Minghao had only heard his grandfather mention this old man a few times, and he had warned him not to offend him no matter what. Song Minghao would give him whatever he wanted.    

    

Therefore, even though Song Minghao suspected that the old man was the one who had caused the room's temperature to drop so low, he didn't say a word.    

    

As if he was venting his anger, he cursed.    

    

"This bastard hotel! Why didn't he turn on the air conditioner when it was so cold! Are you trying to freeze me to death?! "    

    

He walked forward and said tentatively," Sir, Are you alright? I'll get the hotel to turn on the air conditioner right away. "    

    

The old man with his back facing him said coldly:    

    

"No need."    

    

Then, he lightly stomped his foot, and the cold murderous aura that filled the entire room disappeared into the old man's body.    

    

However, this cold killing intent was something that ordinary people could not see with the naked eye.    

    

Song Minghao, who instantly felt the temperature rise, felt his heart skip a beat. His admiration for this old man could not help but increase a little.    

    

He quickly took out a cheque from his pocket and handed it over respectfully with both hands.    

    

"Sir, this is my family's old man. He specifically told me to give it to you personally. You've been cultivating in the Northern Russia Ice Field all year round. It wasn't easy for you to return to the country, so naturally you have to enjoy it. "    

    

"This 2 billion is the exclusive cheque of my Song Corporation. Any bank in the world can immediately exchange for cash"    

    

Song Minghao didn't see the old man do anything, but the cheque in his hand flew into the old man's pocket with a whoosh.    

    

"Is Soong Zhengde alright?"    

    

Seeing the old man accept the cheque, he asked about Soong Zhengde's condition. Song Minghao was delighted and quickly said:    

    

"The old man is fine, thank you for your concern, sir. Sigh, speaking of which, if not for Meng Ran, that bastard, humiliating the old man on his 80th birthday last year, it would have caused the old man's heart to explode with anger..."    

    

Before Song Minghao could finish his words, the old man, whose back was always facing him, suddenly turned around!    

    

"So it's First On Heavenly List from Huaxia. His real name is Meng Ran."    

    

Song Minghao looked at the wrinkled old face full of scars. He was so skinny that he didn't even look like a human being!    

    

Especially since there was a layer of dense scales on the old man's neck.    

    

Song Minghao's hair stood on end as he took three steps back, and his tongue was tied.    

    

"You..."    

    

The monster-like old man gave a sinister smile.    

    

"What is it? Kid, you were frightened by the old monster's ugly appearance, weren't you?"    

    

"Look at you, you little kid. Your skin is soft and tender, but you've given birth to a good skin. Hehe, tear off your face and let me borrow you for a few days. How about that?"    

    

As he spoke, he actually flashed in front of Song Minghao with an afterimage!    

    

His face was almost touching Song Minghao's!    

    

His nose, which was full of scars, sniffed at Song Minghao as if he were savoring his prey.    

    

Song Minghao felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.    

    

Before he left Song Family, he had only heard Soong Zhengde mention it briefly.    

    

This old man who had lived in the Northern Russia for a long time was Martial cultivator of the God Stage, who had been imprisoned by the special department in the past!    

    

However, he had never thought that this God Stage was actually a demon-like old man!    

    

"Old... old mister, you... Please don't joke about this..."