Chapter 112: Who is a cultivator? (1/2)
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The red-eyed officer was stunned for a long time, and suddenly he slapped his head and laughed: ”Yes, that's right, I want to make a mistake. Even if we can't kill this bastard, we only need to delay three minutes, three minutes is enough!”
After a pause, he glanced at the growing giant of the monster race, the red-eyed officer's eyes filled with strong contempt, and said: ”But with the two of us, even if we burn out our lives and smash the soul, I am afraid it is still not enough to destroy it. Delayed for three minutes, I wonder if someone will stand up and fight with us-shoulder to shoulder?”
”There will be, there will definitely be.” Ding Yin smiled, with indomitable determination in his eyes. .
Li Yao listened to the conversation between the two, and there was a bit of tragic and vigorous between the lines. An ominous premonition floated in his heart, and he couldn't help but cried out, ”Mr. Ding, you--”
Ding Yin smiled slightly, made a gesture of ”sorry”, and said lightly: ”I'm very sorry, classmate Li Yao, in the waiting room, I promised you to communicate more about refining equipment in the future, I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise.”
The red-eyed officer pressed several times on the miniature crystal brain, and dozens of light curtains shot out at the same time, turning them into monitoring images in dozens of carriages.
Most of the passengers didn't realize what was happening outside, they thought it was the thunderstorm that caused the turbulence, and many people were still complaining loudly to the flight attendants.
Only a handful of passengers fidgeted and felt the existence of the animal tide.
These people are old and young, in different shapes, and they don't look like the same class, but they all have a pair of extremely clear eyes, exuding a faint aura.
”We are lucky, and there are quite a few cultivators on this train.”
The officer grinned, opened the call talisman array, and said in a deep voice: ”Who is the cultivator? Please come to the rear of the train to gather-I need you here.”
His voice was transformed by divine thoughts and became impassioned, rippling in every carriage.
”Who is a cultivator?”
”Who is a cultivator?”
”Who is a cultivator?”
Li Yao stared at the monitoring screen and found that some passengers in several carriages had changed.
In Car No. 2, a gray-haired, spirited old man slowly stood up, took a pale golden straw hat from the luggage rack, put it on his head meticulously, and arranged his appearance in front of the window. Then, leaning on the leading cane, he calmly walked towards the rear of the car.
In the car 3 sits a big fat man with big ears and three big golden rings on his stubby fingers. Next to him sits a girl with a bone. Depending on his age, he is more than enough to be his daughter.
At the beginning, the big fat man kept the girl in his arms, comforting him and lowering his hands. He looked a little arrogant with a no-hands attitude.
But when the big fat man heard the call, the fat on his face shook suddenly, instantly becoming extremely serious, even a little horrible.
The big fat man hesitated for a long time, his expression became more and more ferocious, his posterior molar was about to be crushed, and suddenly he slapped his thigh and hugged the girl and kissed him fiercely!
He was so involved in kissing, as if he would never kiss again in this life, no matter how hard the girl struggled, he would not let go.
After kissing for half a minute, the big fat man finally let go, abruptly got up, holding his five or six months pregnant belly, and moved hard to the rear of the car.
The woman wiped the saliva off her face, and asked him a little doubtfully, as if she was asking him what he was going to do.
Li Yao saw the big fat man waved his hand impatiently, said two words, and looked at his mouth, he was--
”Pee!”
At the rear of the No. 6 car sits a couple in their 30s and 40s. They look like ordinary office workers everywhere.
Hearing the call, the woman stood up without hesitation, but the man showed fear on his face, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to grab the woman.
The woman's eyes widened, with strong shock and contempt in her eyes, she shook her husband's hand away, and pointed to her nose to curse, and then walked towards the back of the car without looking back.
The husband blushed and was ashamed to cry. The last time he gritted his teeth and slapped the table, he stood up and chased his wife.
In the middle of the No. 9 carriage, sitting a young girl wearing a plain white dress, looks very delicate, like an orchid blooming in a deep valley.
When everyone was fidgeting, she flipped through a physical book very calmly.
In this era when crystal brains are popular, there are very few people who still like to carry physical books with them. The movement of slender hands twisting the pages of the book adds a fresh and refined taste to the girl.
Upon hearing the call, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, took out an exquisite bookmark made from leaves, carefully inserted it in the middle of the page, and then left the physical book on the luggage rack, and walked towards the back of the car very indifferently. .
In the carriages they passed, there were also a few cultivators whose eyes were shining and perceiving danger.
But these people have their heads hanging down, almost down to their crotch, so they don't dare to look at them.
Soon, five cultivators appeared in the armored carriage.
The raging wind and rain and the roaring tide of beasts could not move them, but showed a relief of ”it is so”.
”I am a cultivator.” The meticulous old man said.