The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 305 She sent two billion by plane?!

The young man seemed unaware that Song Mang was calling him; he kept his head up, looking at the blood moon in the sky.

Until a black-robed ghostly figure floated to his side and reminded him, "General, someone is calling you 'Little Sweetie'!"

"This young lady is beautiful and ethereal, like a fairy. She's clearly a polite and kind girl. Our previous conflict with her was all a misunderstanding. Why don't you help her out?"

"what?"

The young man frowned and looked in the direction the black-robed ghost was pointing.

Song Mang looked at him with amusement, then beckoned him with her finger and said, "Little Tian Tian, ​​if you help me block the power of the Blood Moon later, how about I give you something fun?"

The young man's eyes darkened, and his tone was slightly disgusted. "Disgusting."

Then he turned his gaze away and continued to stare at the blood moon in the sky, showing no intention of helping Song Mang defend herself.

Song Mang touched the tip of his nose, then burned a paper fighter jet and said to the others, "My paper fighter jet has unmanned operation capabilities and can stay here to attack Zhao Gao."

The Blood Moon is controlled by Zhao Gao. If we can have the paper-mache fighter jets launch homing missiles to repeatedly interrupt his control of the Blood Moon, we can buy ourselves some time.

Song Mang looked at Xuan Yuansheng and said, "Xuan Yuan, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you."

Once I've safely evacuated, I'll send the Xuanyuan family ten paper-mache fighter jets.

"no problem!"

Before Xuanyuan Sheng could answer, Xuanyuan Xi excitedly exclaimed, "Song Mang, the promised ten paper fighter jets! No problem at all, leave it to my dad!"

Xuan Yuansheng had never witnessed the power of Song Mang's paper fighter jet, and looked at Xuan Yuanxi with displeasure, saying, "Why did you agree so quickly, kid? It's not like I'm riding you!"

Xuan Yuanxi quickly said, "Those are ten paper fighter jets, even more powerful than the real ones! I saw them in Song Mang's live stream, their power will absolutely blow your mind!"
If you'd seen the power of this fighter jet, you'd probably want to bring out all your uncles to ride in!

Xuanyuan Sheng: ? ? ? ?
At that moment, a huge, semi-transparent fighter jet appeared on the open ground next to them.

With a whoosh, the fighter jet took off automatically and quickly soared into the air.

boom--!
There was no human pilot inside the fighter jet, nor was there anything strange, yet it still launched a missile, which accurately struck Zhao Gao's direction.

"Who? Who attacked me?!"

Zhao Gao paused for a moment as he condensed the blood moon, then tumbled and scrambled down from the roof of the pavilion.

The missile was aimed at the pavilion where he had just been standing. Just as it was about to hit the pavilion, the missile made a very smooth detour and continued to chase after Zhao Gao in the direction he had fled.

Xuan Yuanxi exclaimed, "My goodness, this missile's positioning and tracking capabilities are amazing! The smoothness of its turns is even smoother than my sword-flying driving test!"

Xuanyuan Sheng was also stunned.

It looks really useful!
As the father and son were reminiscing, Song Mang walked towards the black-robed ghost figures and threw a remote control at the young man in the middle of them.

Song Mang said casually, "This paper airplane is yours, and everything inside is yours too. If I get into the passage and can't escape in time, I would be very grateful if you could help hold them off for two minutes."

Song Mang casually tossed the remote control aside and left.

But after taking a few steps, she turned back to the young man in black and said, "I believe you will look forward to cooperating with me, because the resources I can provide you are beyond your imagination."

The young man glanced at the fighter jet remote control in his hand before looking up at Song Mang. "Just this little toy?"

He couldn't help but scoff, "What right do humans, who can't even withstand the power of the Blood Moon, have to talk about cooperation with me?"

Bang.

With a slight exertion of force, the young man pulverized the fighter jet's remote control. The fighter jet pursuing Zhao Gao lost control and crashed down.

However, the paper fighter plane was of very good quality and did not suffer serious damage when it fell from a great height.

The force of the impact was so great that it ripped the fighter jet's hatch off.

Wow!
A large amount of ghost money poured out of the plane.

All the strange creatures were dumbfounded.

"Commander Meng!"

Someone shouted excitedly, "This plane is full of ghost money, all in denominations of 10,000! That's at least a billion! This is what she gave you!"

"...?"

Before the young man could react, Song Mang's voice came again, "What's so surprising about that? It's just a small gift."

She smiled slightly at the young man, "Even without you, I have many ways to block the power of the Blood Moon and allow me to evacuate safely. It's not that I can't do without you."

I gave you this gift simply to give you a chance. If you're really not interested, then forget it.

Song Mang burned more than ten paper fighter planes, then made them fly into the air and launch missiles at Zhao Gao's position.

Seeing the previous fighter jet crash, Zhao Gao wanted to continue gathering the power of the Blood Moon to attack, but more than a dozen missiles surrounded him!
"It's not over yet!"

While dodging, Zhao Gao roared in despair, "Why are there so many paper airplanes? Do you own a paper airplane shop?! Don't force me to use my ultimate move!"

Song Mang: "How is it?"

Song Mang burned more than ten paper fighter planes, which made Xuan Yuansheng, who was watching from the side, tremble with fear.

Xuanyuan Sheng couldn't help but say, "Paper weapons are so rare, don't use them all up at once!"

We still have to give the Xuanyuan family ten crosses!
Song Mang curled her lip and said, "This thing is so easy to make, my third senior brother can make more than a hundred in one night, what's the point of saving money?"

Although the quality can't compare to what Grandpa Yan Zhe made, the quantity is much greater! Even if missiles were to rain down on them randomly, they would be knocked unconscious!

"Take the young master?!"

Xuanyuan Xi emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

Such rare items, and her third senior brother could make over a hundred of them in one night? What kind of superhuman is he!

No wonder she used paper effigies as if they were free!
The quack doctor was also stunned. "Boss, this thing of yours is really useful! Why did you only bring it out now! With so many fighter jets interfering with Zhao Gao, we can definitely evacuate safely!"
"Get out of here! We can't stay any longer. What if Zhao Gao has some backup plan? Boss, you go first!"

Xuanyuan Sheng didn't hesitate and let Xuanyuan Xi ride on his shoulders first.

He also said to Song Mang, "Miss Song, come on up quickly and sit on Xi'er's shoulders!"

"coming!"

Song Mang nimbly jumped onto Xuan Yuanxi's shoulder, then turned to look at the young man in the distance.

She grinned at him, "Little Tian Tian, ​​these paper fighter jets and ghost money are all for you. Two billion ghost money is your and your brothers' salary for a year."

As for the fighter jets, you guys try them out first. If you guys like them, I'll just send one to each of you later.

(End of this chapter)