Chapter 160: I am back

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Qian Yuan is a junior at Jinling Aerospace College. He is a well-off family. He did not need him to work and study. However, every time he went to the holiday, he would be a part-time tour guide. By this year, he had already taken several trips to Southeast Asia. experience of.
This summer, because of something in the family, Qian Yuan chose to stay in Jinling.
When it comes to Jinling's tourism, because of the word of "Huaxia Shendiao", the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum has become more and more popular in the past two years. For example, the Korean group brought by Qian Yuan, a group of men and women, a dozen, are young tourists from South Korea.
There are more topics for young people to stay together, and of course there are many novel ideas. For example, this time, their request is very simple. When waiting for the dead of night, they will observe the golden sculpture alone in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
Although this idea is strange, but Qian Yuan has seen more absurd tourists, compared to this, this is just a somewhat embarrassing request. The park is naturally unable to stay. Qianyuan provided them with tents for overnight stays. The pedestrians only camped on the adjacent hills in the afternoon. When the tourists dispersed, they could get close to the golden carvings in the evening.
Finally, when the tourists dispersed, the moon climbed the tip of the willow, and the interest of this group of Korean tourists was strong. Someone took out a high-powered telescope and looked at the golden eagle that was inhabited by the Zhongshan Mausoleum.
The golden eagle in the high-powered moonlight telescope, the moonlight sprinkled on the golden plaque, adding a little softness to the glory of the golden eagle. The leading Korean man looked at him with a sullen look and couldn't help himself.
Xiaojin feels very, staring at the direction of the hills, and the eagle has the king of the mountains.
What is the meaning of Huo Hu, because the speed of speech is too fast, Qian Yuan will only have simple daily communication with Korean, and he has not heard anything about it.
"The golden eagle of the gods should have belonged to our Republic of Korea!" A Korean woman in her twenties took a deep breath, and her big eyes stared at the golden eagle on the archway, showing her greedy eyes.
Just don't know if the eyelids are cut? Yan Yuan did not think kindly, and some regretted bringing this group. In the past two years, the sticks have become more and more mad and brain-destroyed. The Dragon Boat Festival will be counted, and they all say that they are theirs. Even Confucius has Korean descent, which makes people feel disgusting.
For the Korean woman’s yelling, Qian Yuan took some bad tastes. Fortunately, Jindiao himself settled in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, why not go, or according to the thinking of the sticks, probably the golden eagle went to South Korea’s airspace. The circle is Korean blood.
His idea just fell, but suddenly found something wrong with him.
How do other people scream?
Qi Yuan found that they set up the camera and took out the mobile phone to shoot, and let out a sigh of relief.
Because there is no need to explain at this time, Qian Yuan also took out the latest camera phone bought by the tour guide, ready to shoot a few months of gold carvings, it is also a memorial to the group. Qian Yuan just wanted to put away his mobile phone and looked at the Korean people around him. He couldn’t help but utter a soft horror.
Their camera frame, after being flexibly assembled in the hand, fell into the eyes of the Yuan, and there was a prototype of the gun!
Not good, these Koreans are afraid of being unwilling!
Qian Yuan quickly made a judgment in his mind, pretending not to know, or to get himself? - Reason tells Qi Yuan, pretending not to know their purpose, waiting for an opportunity to report the opportunity is the best policy, but a college student like him, who is not a bit at the crucial moment, can be rational and have a ghost!
Besides, just a few seconds after Qianyuan hesitated, the former Korean woman who looked at the brain has turned around and smiled at him like this: "Hey, classmates, some things, not seeing is better than seeing."
Qian Yuan cracked his mouth and smiled reluctantly. These Koreans really want to play the golden eagle idea!
Do they want to kill it, or do they want to live?
How can you live back to China?
There must be a ghost collusion, such a large golden eagle, there is no internal response, do not want to go out - damn, what do you want to do now? At this time, Qian Yuan felt that it was a mistake when he did not learn how to defend himself.
Unfortunately, at this moment, everything is late.
The beard has already picked up a long barrel and aimed at the golden eagle. It doesn't look like a weapon of mass destruction, it is more like an anesthetic gun. One step forward, the big-eyed Korean woman also stepped forward on his side, ready to take care of him at any time.
Yan Yuan can only watch the anesthesia needle that is a little longer than the embroidery needle, and slams out the needle tube and shoots toward the golden eagle - quickly avoid it! Qian Yuan was short of breath, and he was studying in Jinling. He usually did not hear the rumors about the golden eagle. For this brave and unusual golden eagle, Qian Yuan believed that it could avoid it.
Why not avoid it -
裴元思思思解, In fact, in Xiaojin, this so-called anesthesia needle is even more ignorant than the mosquitoes. It was originally a gold-based temperament middle-level method "Golden Knife" that is not afraid of difference. Avian, how can you care about this small iron iron anesthesia needle?
However, this is ultimately a provocation to it!
Lin Luoran once came over and was not allowed to hurt humans at random, but did not say that he could not fight back in the face of provocation. Xiaojin’s two wings, just about to fly over these dazzling provocative
Golden Eagles
majestic hoppers under the claws, a familiar breath suddenly appeared, let Xiaojin flap the wings of the action.
This is... Xiao Jin’s loss, this moment, it waited for three years, perhaps, just an illusion?
Qian Yuan screamed, the sticks were holding the guns in their hands, and they were nervous for a moment – ​​how suddenly a person appeared?
A scorpion hand, caught the anesthetic needle that was shot and threw it on the ground.
In the moonlight, Lin Luoran's appearance is unclear, but the deep soul of the soul, without the isolation of the blood pool palace, so Xiaojin will not misunderstand - this is its master, she really came back Now! Recently, Xiaojin, who is heavier and heavier, has changed back to the sculptor who is somewhat stupid and treacherous and spoiled. It is in the same place, waiting for Lin Luoran to approach.
The Koreans separated by a ravine did not see Lin Luoran’s action of catching the anesthesia needle. They thought that someone had come out to
cut the Hu
and was angry. They simply took out the long-range firearms and were preparing to put the inconvenience When I arrived, I found that the figure that was blurred in the moonlight actually jumped out of thin air!
This is impossible!
The smashing of the telescope, this person apparently resorted to some kind of tools like flying claws, to grab their golden eagle!
The scene that Luo Hu saw in the telescope made him stunned—it was really a volley leaping, looking at the look of the clothes, still a woman!
Lin Luoran had no time to pay attention to those small fleas. After three years, I could see Xiaojin just in the bleeding pool. Nothing was more sighing than her mood. Three years of time, countless times of life and death, let Lin Luoran feel the impermanence of life, let her work harder, and let her cherish.
"Xiaojin..." Lin Luoran jumped to the top of the archway, Xiaojin lowered his head, Lin Luoran put his face on its neck, almost falling into tears.
Xiao Jin also twisted his neck to the face of Lin Luoran. The atmosphere of the reunion of the master and the servant was very warm, but a few bullets were shot across from the other side, breaking the warm atmosphere.
The bullet hit the wings of Xiaojin and was blocked by the "ping-pong". The hardness of the gold cymbal was not the same as that of the steel plate. It is natural to block these bullets.
Lin Luoran’s eyes appeared in a killing, and the blood pool was for three years. It’s fortunate that she didn’t become a demon, but the temper is filled with a sigh of relief, three points!
Lin Luoran turned over the back of Xiaojin, Xiaojin's wings fluttered, and the blink of an eye came to the opposite hills. How fast is it, and the people opposite did not react at all!
Looking down a few meters above the crowd, Lin Luoran heard a few beards and screamed a few words. Most of the Korean dramas have been seen. The essence of the sticks is that they have to feel the atmosphere. Lin Luoran heard it.
First, start with Xiaojin, and then shoot at random. If these are good people, who is the bad guy in this world? The non-family class has its own heart, and Lin Luoran is too lazy to know why they came. The right hand is flexing a finger. A destructive and powerful spiritual force is in the body of the gun, and the sound of Hu Yingsheng falls. Others People reacted to counterattack, and anyone who had a change in action was put down by Lin Luoran.
This is spiritual power, no less than the aura that has been drilled into the body of Mu Tiannan. The destructive power of the two differs by more than one grade. The most important thing is that although the spiritual power of this drill is only a trace, it will stay in them until death. In the body, it will not dissipate itself. It is a bit of a taste of life and death of the Tianshan nursery rhymes.
There is only one student in the middle, and Lin Luoran just raised his hand. The boy quickly yelled: "I am a Chinese, a student of Jinling Aerospace University, and they are not a group!"
Lin Luoran faintly said: "Since it is a Chinese, why are these same-speaking fleas?"
Qi Yuan was taken by the golden eagle, and the woman in the costume of the suspected Tiangong goddess was stunned. If it was not about his life, he would forget to talk for a moment.
He saved him as a guide's eloquent moment. He explained the situation in three or two sentences. Lin Luoran said to himself: "The killing is to scare the students... Hey, I said, give them to the police. Will you?"
Qian Yuan nodded fiercely, and Lin Luoran would not be released on bail until he was handed over to the police. Anyway, the spirits of these people were launched and they would not want to live.
Lin Luoran’s heart is like an arrow at this moment, and she is not in the mood to say more with this ordinary student. She has experienced life and death, and her character has become more and more casual. This kind of thing that disturbs the secular world is left to the so-called special department and the famous door. It’s a headache, what happened to her?
She touched the neck of Xiaojin, a small gold wing, a full seven or eight meters long, covering the moonlight that just came out tonight.
Qian Yuan shouted a "fairy", Lin Luoran sat on the back side of the carving and came over half of the face, the scorpion ghost made the difference, and instantly pressed the silent door - this is only a trivial matter in Lin Luoran, Xiaojin is lightning, instant It disappeared into the horizon.
Qian Yuan took a close look at the mobile phone, and the golden eagle’s Shen Jun Ying Wu’s shot was clearly visible. Although the costumes were just a side, the dynamics of this mobile phone capture were somewhat blurred, but they could not cover her temperament. Like the goddess of the Heavenly Palace -
If the Yuan Yuan was lost, the shackles of a Korean stick at the foot made him return to God and reported the police first. In the waiting for the police to come, Qian Yuan struggled in the heart, still sent a meager photo.
- "Huaxia God Carving is waiting for her!"
Qian Yuan made a small butterfly that flapped his wings. He hadn't thought about it at this moment. The barriers between ordinary people and comprehensions in China were caused by his small wings and a huge change!
"...PS?"
On the meager, there was soon a reply to the first question.
After a bunch of masters of mapping, the photo of Lin Luoran’s turn and turn quickly ignited the forums and websites – although there are still many people questioning the true and false photos, but more people Lin Luoran is regarded as a little dragon girl who does not eat human fireworks.
In this era, how can there be people wearing costumes in giant costumes?
Do we want to return to the mythical world in the world that we lived nine to five?
There are many people who are panicking, but with a faint expectation.
The mythical world of China, the boundless wilderness and the beasts, and the immortality of immortality, why do people not expect it?
Lin Luoran still doesn't know what happened.
Under the boundless moonlight, she felt the progress of Xiaojin in the past three years. The speed nowadays is that even the plane is not too much to let it go?
Xiao Jinfei is still a straight line. Should it be faster than flying? Calculate the time, and for more than an hour, you can see relatives and friends for three years, Lin Luoran strokes Xiaojin's back feathers, lips have an unspeakable smile and expectation!
At this same time, the sky of Rongcheng was smashed by lightning, and the first thunder was laid!
Because such thunderstorms are rare for years, even broke the network for a short time.
With Lin Luoran, who is full of expectations, I don’t know what the current Lin family is in danger...
- Anyway, I am back.