Seeing that Director B did not go inside after getting on the bus, he went around and called Wei Xun's name to get him off. Seeing Wei Xun raise his eyebrows, he got off the bus without saying anything. The passengers on the bus had different expressions. Miao Fangfei and the others were a little regretful. When passing the scenic spots, Director Bing always actively participated in the discussions between passengers. Miao Fangfei had pondered over the analysis before and wanted to work hard to express herself during the discussion. Director Bing Keeping his eyes on her for a while would cheer her up enough to eat a few more bowls of rice at noon.
Now I feel like a student who has prepared an answer but the teacher doesn¡¯t call him. I feel a little melancholy.
Tang Xiang and the others looked normal. After so many years of traveling, no tour guide had ever participated in a discussion with tourists. They were all used to it. Especially now that I have recovered my memory, I am naturally wary of tour guides. Although Bingyi is very good, this has become a conditioned reflex. When the tour guide is around like a tiger and a wolf, he subconsciously gets nervous.
Director B did not come up, but asked people to get down. This was similar to the previous journeys, but it made people relaxed. Only Werewolf Walker snorted coldly and muttered as if complaining: "Oh, I smell the stink of the Joint Guide Brigade again. It's really unbearable."
"Who cares whether you can bear it or not? I'm not your tour guide."
??????????????????? Although most of the tour guides in the Western District are employed by the alliance, except for the butchers, there are not many who deliberately lead the group to kill, so that the relationship between the guides and tour guides is not so tense. But with the employment situation, the True Guide Brigade has fewer contacts. After all, if the tour guide dies and the whole brigade is wiped out after the connection, no one wants to take this risk. Hiring a tour guide can almost meet the needs of the journey.
On the other hand, there are tour guides who seek stimulation and deliberately connect with tourists, taking full control of their spirits. They act as sugar daddies and sugar mommies, which is similar to being a nanny. There are also tourists who seek protection on their own initiative and dominate under the tour guide's lewd power, making some Visitors to the West Side are shameless and even talk in private. Werewolf Walker is particularly annoyed by this, mainly because their werewolf mercenaries have an alliance with the Werewolf Alliance, a famous butcher alliance in the West Side. Both of these forces are dominated by werewolves, so there are natural clusters. Instinctively, the relationship is better than that between other brigades and the tour guide alliance.
But being too close is also scary. There were many rumors before that the werewolf mercenaries were wolf cubs raised by the werewolf alliance guides. They all accepted the werewolf guides as sugar daddies and sugar mommies when they met the guides. His tail was raised, and he even said more vulgar and disgusting words. Werewolf Walker and Blood Wolf Rex teamed up to destroy several brigade alliances and suppressed these small talk. Although they knew that someone behind the scenes did not want to see their two forces join forces, Werewolf Walker has since then been interested in all kinds of things. The joint guides were very disgusted and rarely went to drink with Blood Wolf Rex.
Now seeing that Wei Xun, a pretty good young passenger, got off the car docilely when Bing Yi called him, and remembering that before he regained his memory, he secretly wanted to exclude Wei Xun and compete with him for favor, Werewolf Walker felt so sick of the cold that he couldn't bear it. Keep jabbing a few sentences. Hearing Lisa criticize him, he also sneered a few words, but neither of them had any intention of taking action. Although they were quarreling with each other, their bodies remained honest in their seats.
Firstly, it was because the devil businessman was thrown into the car. Bingyi and Wei Xun who got out of the car were obviously going to travel around the world. Mental relief was a very private matter and there was no room for other tour guides. Werewolf Walker is a big tourist with a good face and doesn't want to argue and make jokes to the tour guide. The second reason is that the rest time is short, and mental pollution cannot be relieved by sleeping. Anyone who does not cherish it is an idiot.
Oh, except for tourists connected by tour guides. They have to use various precious props and repeated rest to solve the mental pollution. I'm afraid it won't take a few minutes for Bingyi to dust off Wei Xun's spirit. Werewolf Walker felt a little sour and fell asleep after noisy. However, in fact, the development outside the snowmobile was completely different from what Werewolf Walker thought.
Rather than calming Wei Xun's mind, Na Bingyi lost all his own pollution - mainly the restless and vigorous excess energy in his blood. Although Tong Hege suggested that Bingyi find Wei Xun, the fast shooter, to vent, Bingyi did not intend to do so. He was not interested in puppets. The parking lot was ice and snowy and had no style. The most important thing was that the time gate was too short and he did not want to rush Come on.
If you can¡¯t use this method to vent, then find another one. When Wei Xun got out of the car with him, Bingyi kept communicating with him mentally and directly mentioned his recent slow improvement in strength, not the puppets. An Xuefeng must be wary of the hotel when he used a puppet to come in. Bingyi never said this on the surface, and rarely said it when they were spiritually connected. After all, the 'higher ones' can reward him with a willow leaf light knife that can cut the spirit. Who knows if they can eavesdrop on spiritual conversations.
Although he didn't say it clearly, An Xuefeng was very wise. He knew it as soon as he saw the golden needle that Tong Hege had inserted into him. The two briefly exchanged a few words before An Xuefeng grabbed Bingyi's hand and held it for him. He cut his chest with a murder knife behind his sleeve.??.
Bingyi is like a big stove in a car. He is holding a volcanic lava lizard egg, which is filled with flame crystals that emit heat. It is really very warm. Bing put his hands through the thick cat fur on both sides of the phantom cat's belly, as if he were putting it into a cat fur sleeve, and played with the flame crystals with his fingers, making no secret of his love for them.
These flame crystals are extremely pure. Bingyi has almost reached the ultimate level in flames, but these flame crystals are of great significance to him. According to Nordic legends, Odin took the brightest flames from the Land of Fire and turned them into the sun and moon. These purest flame crystals do not correspond to flames, but to the power of the sun. Absorbing them will help Bing get rid of the charred bird state as soon as possible. Very helpful.
But Bingyi will not absorb them easily, because they are the crystals left by the little lizard, and he is worried.
It was a long road, and he had already thought about what he wanted to do. With a flip of his hand, Bingyi summoned a small ball of flame, and in a flash, it turned into a little flame angel. It was the little flame angel who called himself Francis and made a prophecy of the coming darkness for him - he appeared. The time gate was too coincidental, Bingyi would not believe him easily, and imprisoned him in the flames. He has not taken it out until now, but he is still worried.
¡°God, I finally returned to you¡ª¡ª¡±
God, it¡¯s finally out! David, who had been choked up, was very happy. He was about to blow a wave, but Bingyi stuffed a flame crystal into his head.
"You are a newborn elf, you have to grow up quickly to help me."
Bingyi smiled and nodded the flame crystal casually: "Eat it."
But the little flame man froze and didn't move, as if he was caught in a tangle. This and this, David's scalp was numb, and he carefully felt the power retained on the flame crystal. He saw with his own eyes the crystal that Bingyi took out from the lizard egg. Can the Lizard Duke eat this? ?
"Hiss!"
And at this moment, Bingyi heard the sound of a lizard spitting a message in his ears. He glanced around and found, as expected, that the little lizard that had disappeared without a trace had reappeared again, climbed onto the back of the chair in front of him, and stared at him dissatisfied with a pair of vertical pupils, as if to reprimand him for actually killing him. Such pure flame crystals can be fed to this little flame goblin at will.
Such a good thing, is it worthy of eating? Such a waste! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com