Although the matter between the Dake family has come to an end, his mother has called Chen Zhao, so that he doesn't have to worry about the Dake family's revenge.

However, Chen Zhao still kept all his pets at home and asked Fali to take them with him when she was at work.

Chen Zhao can rest assured that he has these pets by Fali's side.

One night before going to New York, Chen Zhao hugged Fali: "Fali, are you really not going to New York?"

"I've said it many times, I can't walk away."

"Okay." Chen Zhao had no choice but to take care of the vines in the backyard, don't even know if you die."

"In your eyes, am I so careless?"

"Of course not, let's sleep."

"Where do you put your hands when you sleep?"

The next day, Chen Zhao stretched out his waist and got up, and suddenly his head appeared on the wall.

Chen Zhao raised his kick and kicked the head, but unfortunately he only got air.

"Lao Hei, how many times have you told you, don't show up like this."

"I forgot, I'll pay attention next time."

Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment. This was the first time Lao Hei apologized to him.

At this time, Lao Hei's whole body emerged from the wall.

Chen Zhao looked at Lao Hei and his face turned dark: "Can you explain it? What does it mean to have a backpack behind you?"

Can you imagine the scene of a god of death carrying a backpack?

Anyway, Chen Zhao felt that the visual impact was very strong, very strong, not ordinary.

The style of painting has changed...

"I want to go to New York too." Lao Hei replied.

"You go, do you need to carry a backpack?"

"This is my first time since I became the Messenger of Death. In the true sense, I also want to open a room."

"You want to open a room, too?"

"I've been able to touch the entity now, and I feel it."

Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead: "Have you watched the movie "The God of Death is Coming"?"

“See it.”

"You're sure you won't cause an air crash for me, right?"

Well, Chen Zhao and Lao Hei are already very familiar with each other.

But he couldn't resist this guy's identity, he was a real god of death.

When taking a plane with a god of death, Chen Zhao felt a little psychological pressure.

Even if his body is quite awesome now, he should be able to face a car with a car.

However, if something really happened in the sky, Chen Zhao would not feel that he could block the acceleration of gravity.

According to the normal route of the plane, if something really happens to it, I should have to kneel down.

"I can't kill." Even though Lao Hei was wearing a hood, Chen Zhao still felt Lao Hei's white eyes.

"It's fine if you can't."

After Chen Zhao got up and washed up, he asked Cheriel and Yula.

Yula and Cheriel were still very excited to be able to go to New York to play.

Both of them were dragging a large suitcase, and they seemed to have packed up a lot of things.

"Have you brought all your things?"

“Take it all.”

"Okay, let's go."

"New York, I'm here." Lao Hei.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly a little unhappy?"

"No, I'm not unhappy."

When I arrived at the airport, I threw my car directly into the parking lot.

After entering the waiting hall, Hill Nandez found Chen Zhao.

"Mr. Chen, who are them?"

"Sheriel, Yura, my sister."

"Hello two ladies, I am Mr. Chen's assistant."

Of course, saying that it was an assistant was purely a compliment to Chen Zhao.

Hill Nandez is a professor, even though he comes to serve as a teaching assistant with a learning attitude.

But it is impossible for the University of Los Angeles to really make him an assistant professor, so he still has the title of professor.

After boarding, Hill Nandez waved enthusiastically: "Mr. Chen, here, here, here, our seats are here."

"Sorry, my seat is not here."

Chen Zhao changed the air tickets for ordinary cabins to first class.

It was really embarrassing him to sit in the ordinary cabin for three hours.

So he would rather spend more money to upgrade the cabin, and of course Yura and Cheryl went to first class as well.

"ah?"

Hill Nandez looked resentful, but he had planned.

During the few hours on the plane, he could communicate with Chen Zhao to the fullest and learn.

As a result, he didn't expect that Chen Zhao would be upgraded.

Hill Nandez is rich, but now he has boarded the plane, so it is impossible to upgrade the cabin.

In the end, I could only sit alone in my seat and sulk.

After a brief bump, the plane slowly climbed.

Chen Zhao doesn't like the feeling of flying, even if it's only three hours.

Although airplanes are the safest ones among modern means of transportation.

However, every time I see an air crash, Chen Zhao still has an inexplicable sense of fear when he flies at a mortality rate of nearly 100%.

Of course, especially on the same flight with Death.

The most important point is that the god of death is now opposite Chen Zhao, looking at Chen Zhao in a depressed mood.

"What are you upset about? Tell me."

Lao Hei ignored Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao looked dark: "Do you say it or not? I won't say it, I'll sleep. Remember to wake me up after landing."

"Why didn't you buy me a plane ticket?"

"..." Chen Zhao covered his head: "You didn't say you were coming. I didn't know you were coming before, so why did you buy you a plane ticket? Besides, aren't there any spaces in the first class cabin? You can sit in the space."

"No, that's not mine. I want my own seat, I want first class service."

Chen Zhao began to miss Lao Hei before the upgrade.

At that time, Lao Hei had no desires and no desires, but now Lao Hei feels like a child, with various emotional expressions.

"I'll buy you a plane ticket when I come back, this is OK."

“It’s almost the same.”

At this moment, a woman in her thirties sitting next to Chen Zhao, wearing glasses, looked like she should be a strong woman.

"Sir, this is my business card, maybe you can use it."

"Uh..." Chen Zhao took over the business card: "Margaret Cook, psychologist, Fedorey Mental Counseling Clinic in Los Angeles."

Chen Zhao forgot that when he was talking to Lao Hei, there was still a person sitting next to him.

"Uh..." Chen Zhao couldn't laugh and cry: "Sorry, I'm an actor, I was just talking about the lines."

Margaret suddenly realized that she thought Chen Zhao was a mentally ill person, and where was he talking to the air.

"Brother, aren't you a doctor?" Yura, who was seated beside the aisle, said.

"Shut up." Chen Zhao glared at Yura, then turned to look at Margaret: "Anyone in Los Angeles has a dream of being an actor. I also have a passerby role in the new movie directed by Steven."

"Is that true, is it a new movie directed by Steven? I like his work very much. What is his new movie?"
Chapter completed!