In an attic not far away from the new Primordial Spirit Research Institute, Hu Xiansheng and Niu baidao were admiring the moon.
Looking at the six-story building in the distance, Hu Xiansheng sighed and said, “It’s a pity that my research institute was bought by this kid. I don’t know when it will be back in my hands.”
Niu Baidao’s face was full of red light. He was drinking wine and eating food. He laughed and said, “Why are you thinking so much? I don’t see any hope for your teleportation array in a short period of time.”
As he said that, the sun and moon rotated in his eyes. He looked at the small building and clicked his tongue. “There are talented people from generation to generation. As soon as this kid entered the research institute, I Saw A red sun descending and flames rising...”
“A disaster?”
Hu Xiansheng asked.
