The moment he was pushed to the back of the head, Zhang Lang instinctively planned to turn around and fight back!
The combat experience of traveling through countless worlds allowed him to instantly judge that what was holding him back was the muzzle of the gun!
Is it an enemy?
Reincarnator?
kill him!
But in an instant, Zhang Lang calmed down!
This is a peaceful main world, and it is a tourist attraction where people come and go. Who dares to show off his gun in public?
More importantly, he didn't even notice it?
With Zhang Lang's current wood attribute exceeding 260 points, coupled with various strengthening bonuses, let alone being pointed at by someone with a gun, even if someone approaches with hostility, he can sense it in advance from a hundred meters away.
…
Is this person able to come up behind me quietly? Is he a stalker with special abilities, or is he a master stronger than me?
The main world seems peaceful and stable, but from another perspective, the vast majority of the reincarnations of the Shen tribe, including almost all the heroes, are active in this world!
Compared to the mission world, this is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
But Zhang Lang is not afraid. He has also grown up step by step from a young and weak chicken, and has fought countless battles with the weak defeating the strong. On the contrary, as he becomes stronger and stronger, he has not experienced the feeling of fighting to the death for a long time.
I do miss it a bit.
The corners of Zhang Lang's mouth turned up slightly and he slowly raised his hands.
"Which altar master?"
The tone was calm and calm, but the strong body was already beginning to rhythmically beat from the inside out, and even the strength began to slowly move...
This is a busy city, if you want to fight, you must kill instantly!
"What did you say?"
A rhetorical question came from behind, the tone was a little weird, as if he couldn't believe it, and he seemed to be holding back a smile.
"A master of which sect? Are you a part-timer in a certain crew? You can't be in the show anymore, right?"
"Sect?"
Zhang Lang was also stunned for a while. At this time, Xu's voice sounded in his head:
"Don't bother, that's not a reincarnation! The altar distorted what you said and she can't understand it!"
"No? Then how..."
"But she has the aura from the altar! It's interesting, you can communicate with her!"
Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and replied smoothly:
"Aren't you also in trouble, pointing a fake gun at my head, thinking you are an agent?"
"Hahahaha..." A silver bell-like laughter came from behind, and the muzzle of the gun on Zhang Lang's head was lowered: "You raised your hand even though you knew it was a fake gun. You are very cooperative! It's interesting!"
Zhang Lang turned around, and standing in front of him was a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing a gray sweatshirt with a hood on her upper body. Two locks of black hair came out of the hood on both sides of her fair neck. She looked natural.
Hanging on the chest; loose clothes can't hide the curvy and exquisite figure; the lower body is wearing a pair of shorts, and the two white and slender legs are just hugged outside, like two sections of white lotus roots.
The girl put her left hand in her pocket and held up a small pistol in her right hand. There was a wicked smile on her beautiful face. Behind the strange goggles, a pair of big and smart eyes looked at Zhang Lang. Deep in the eyes, there seemed to be something.
Some kind of strange light.
Zhang Lang saw that this girl looked familiar, frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said: "Are you... the one who plays Feng Xi?"
"Eh?" The girl was stunned when she heard this: "This is the first time someone calls me that. Why, did you know me through that movie?"
Yes, this girl is exactly the person who plays Feng Xi in the movie "Sunset Fortress". She is also Xiaoqiang's idol, the popular actress Song Yiwen!
The moment he recognized the girl, Zhang Lang became even more confused.
If holding a pistol in a film and television city would be used as a filming prop, it would make sense without causing a commotion, how could this young star dare to show off her identity unimpeded?
If fans recognize this, I'm afraid it will cause a commotion!
If you meet two ardent fans like Xiaoqiang, it wouldn’t be surprising if you get kidnapped!
What's even more strange is, why did this girl come to find me?
"What are you..." Zhang Lang frowned, not knowing where to start.
"Looking at your expression, you're not excited at all." Zhang Lang's reaction seemed to disappoint Song Yiwen:
"When most people recognize me, they will definitely yell, cry, and ask for autographs and photos, etc."
"I'm not your fan..." Zhang Lang replied honestly: "But a friend of mine should have the reaction you said!"
"Interesting..." Song Yiwen stepped forward, looked around Zhang Lang, and suddenly raised her gun again:
"Now that you recognize me, you should introduce yourself...what is your name, where are you from, and what were you trying to do sneakily just now?"
"Shouldn't you care about yourself first?" Zhang Lang asked without answering: "This is a busy city. If you are recognized by others, it will be very troublesome, right?"
Faced with Zhang Lang's question, Song Yiwen laughed: "Don't worry, only you can see me now!"
Zhang Lang frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
"Oh, you don't understand even after I explained it." Song Yiwen waved her hand impatiently.
You can probably guess it without saying it, but it probably depends on the stealth equipment of the altar.
Zhang Lang shrugged and looked at Song Yiwen: "You have something to do with me?"
After hearing this, Song Yiwen was slightly startled, then giggled and said, "You are indeed very interesting! Why, can't we just strike up a conversation?"
"Do you know how many people are inquiring about my itinerary every day, flying thousands of miles to chase and intercept me, just so they can talk to me?"
Song Yiwen's description reminded Zhang Lang of a tall figure holding a signed poster and crying.
"I know." Zhang Lang nodded: "I can imagine that you usually don't have time to hide, so why would you take the initiative to approach me?"
"Well, you really confused me!"
Song Yiwen tapped her chin with her finger: "I was just taking a break to go out for a walk. I saw you sneaking around here and found it interesting, so I couldn't help but scare you. Isn't this considered fate?"
"Fate?" Zhang Lang raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"
"Hahaha..." Song Yiwen laughed a few times, suddenly raised the gun and pointed it at Zhang Lang's face, with a fierce light in her eyes:
"So I'm carrying a gun?"
Zhang Lang stared at the small pistol in Song Yiwen's hand and activated his ability to concentrate!
In a state of heightened senses, his eyes can clearly see every tiny mark on the gun, his ears can hear the bite and friction of the machine parts inside the gun, and his nose can smell the maintenance oil on the barrel, and can also smell the maintenance oil on the barrel.
It smells like gunpowder from bullets...
This is not a prop, it is a real gun!
And there is a high probability that it is a gun with special effects produced by the altar!
Is this girl really planning to shoot?
If she fired, would he hide, resist, or subdue her first?
Just as Zhang Lang was thinking, a hand suddenly appeared and blocked the muzzle of Song Yiwen's gun.