When the system started to read the progress, Zhao Kuang's vision went black and he entered a space-time tunnel.
The space-time tunnel was filled with photos, all of which were photos of foreign countries.
There were pyramids in Egypt, romantic flying towers in Bali, France, Mount Fuji in Japan, and the Himalayas in China.
He strolled around leisurely, admiring the famous paintings of the world's tourist attractions while listening to the system report on the teleportation process.
After waiting for a few seconds, his eyes lit up, and he saw light again from the darkness.
The system reported," Congratulations, host. You have used the item coupon to obtain a ticket. It has been used up."
Passive Teleportation Skill activated. Teleported to within a kilometer of the target.”
Zhao Kuang came out from the darkness. He looked around and found that it was a magnificent palace.
Judging from the architectural style, this place should be in the Middle East.
The walls and beams he carved were all golden metal ornaments, and all the decorations were lines and geometric drawings.
Historians who were familiar with the history of religion would know that portraits of people were not allowed in Middle Eastern religions because it was a great disrespect to God.
Zhao Kuang took out his phone and tried to get a rough location. However, when he took out his phone, he realized that the signal was blocked.
Since there was such a mysterious place in the world, the only place he could think of that was North Korea.
Zhao Kuang gave it a try. He walked around the hall. Since the system said that he had been teleported to a kilometer away from the target, he should be near the target now.
Not long after, he arrived beside a huge golden door. He pushed the door and found that it did not move at all. Just as he was about to exert his strength again, he did not expect to hear the door creak and open from the opposite direction.
It turned out that this door could only be opened from the outside. Otherwise, one could not go out from the inside.
A woman wearing a veil walked in. There were more than ten attendants and servants behind her. Four black men stepped out of the crowd and immediately surrounded Zhao Kuang.
The veiled woman in the lead exclaimed.
He said in pleasant Arabic,"" Who is it?!"
He naturally didn't know who Zhao Kuang was, but upon closer inspection, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
That was why he was stunned for a moment before he asked the question when he realized that his subordinates had surrounded Zhao Kuang.
It was said that women changed eighteen times when they grew up. That was because women had learned one of the four great evil arts, the art of makeup.
On the contrary, men did not change so much.
For a moment, the Eldest Princess did not recognize Zhao Kuang, but Zhao Kuang clearly knew that he was the mother of this body, Princess Parama.
The Elder Princess of Schadt.
He looked exactly the same as the woman in the photo in the necklace. The only difference was that the woman in the photo was not wearing a veil.
There were two ways to wear a veil in Arabia. One was to cover the entire body and only expose the eyes. The elder princess 'veil was the second way.
She only covered his hair, but she could still see his face.
It was because of this that Zhao Kuang recognized this woman immediately.
For a moment, Zhao Kuang couldn't help but feel excited. This was the first time he had seen his mother in his two lives.
Although this feeling was described in many novels, it was actually a subtle feeling when you really encountered this situation.
In everyone's eyes and knowledge, Zhao Kuang had suddenly appeared in this room.
After that, under the heavy encirclement, he looked at the Eldest Princess dumbfoundedly. This was already a great disrespect.
Just as everyone was about to help him take it down, the Eldest Princess suddenly exclaimed," Ah…you are…you are…"
He pointed at Zhao Kuang with a shocked expression.
The Eldest Princess had already recognized Zhao Kuang because he looked exactly like that person.
That person was the leader of K2.
You're my son, Salim."
Salim was Zhao Kuang's middle name.
Zhao Kuang nodded slowly. Then, Zhao Kuang's mother, Princess Parama, waved her hand and sent everyone out.
He looked in disbelief at the muscular and silent man in front of him.
It had been more than ten years since they parted in a hurry back then.
Her naughty son seemed to have grown up overnight.
He was a little excited and in disbelief.
He walked forward and hugged Zhao Kuang. He said to Zhao Kuang,"Silly child, I told your father not to look for me back then.
I've been imprisoned in this house for more than ten years. I only have a few hours a day to go to the nearby shops to buy something.
I promised my father not to make things difficult for you. Why are you looking for me now?
If they find you, they might deal with you like they did with my brother.”
The elder brother of the eldest princess was also expelled by the king because he had violated the orders of the king of the Sand Country and engaged in private business.
For the royal family of Saud, doing business was an unreasonable act.
Because they were born with a golden spoon in their mouths.
Every day, the endless amount of oil from the ground supported their squandering.
To them, living a life of luxury and wealth was their daily routine.
They had to think about three things when they woke up every day.
Where to buy things? Buy what? How was he going to transport it back after buying it?
90% of the people in the world had already completed all their life plans when they were still running for three small goals.
As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome, and there were people living in Rome. This was what they were talking about.
Money, status, dreams, and countless women.
" This is a f * cking novel of a godly tycoon." The Eldest Princess and Zhao Kuan hugged each other and cried.
Zhao Kuang's mind was filled with these absurd thoughts.
In this heartwarming and touching scene, Zhao Kuang continued to criticize the style of these Middle Eastern tycoons.
One had to admit that this was very Zhao Kuang, a critical Zhao Kuang.
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