When Feng Lin heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He had a similar feeling at the moment.
As his realm gets higher and higher, his energy becomes more and more powerful.
The number of times that Divine Counterattack can be performed has also increased.
Then facing the sublimated realm, he can persist for a longer period of time.
For example, when I met Wu Ge and Jiao Chunqiu before, as long as he had enough energy, he would be very calm.
"I'll send you the address. The other side of this torrent leads directly to the southern continent."
Ji Guangling said over there, "You must be careful."
"rest assured."
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
He looked at the address of Ji Guangling's ruins. This time it was not in China, but in the Kingdom of Thailand and Buddha in South Asia.
Ye Yourong's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.
Not to mention these South Asians, they can't notice the difference at all.
"Brother, are you Chinese?" Feng Lin asked.
He took Yaoyao directly to the airport and prepared to go to his destination.
Feng Lin stood up and walked over there. He smiled and patted the clerk on the shoulder, then looked at the man on the seat.
He decided to go in from Benliu at night while there were few people.
Feng Lin hugged Ye Yourong and ignored her, but looked at the driver, "It's better to lead the way with peace of mind. My wife and children are here. Let's talk about it later."
"Yes, what's wrong? You too?" the permed man asked.
However, as a doctor, Feng Lin could still see it at a glance.
Feng Lin couldn't bear it anymore. When he was outside, those foreign media would only see Asia doing unqualified things.
"You care where I am from?"
Feng Lin replied with a smile.
"All right."
Feng Lin said with a smile.
He can make sentences in twos and threes, which can be used to scare foreigners, but in front of Chinese people, his secret will definitely be revealed.
Ye Yourong looked at Feng Lin with confusion on his face, "What are you talking about? I see he smiles so obscenely?"
He didn't plan to rest here today. He had already rested enough on the plane.
Feng Lin looked at this man and shook his head gently, "No, I don't have any money."
"That is, throwing garbage everywhere, talking loudly, and being rude to others."
The blame must be placed on China first.
"What? Man?"
The clerk here pointed to the plate in front of him and said.
The man sneered and said, "If you have the ability, report it to us and start a war with us! Otherwise, take a knife and go to the streets to chop us Chinese!"
Meng Changsheng's news also made Feng Lin temporarily relieved that the Sun Clan was going to contact the Demon Research Institute.
"If you are interested in a man, I can pay for it for you."
…
The perm-haired man suddenly roared, raised the chair next to him, and threw it at Feng Lin.
"It's the Chinese again! Are you Chinese so unreasonable?"
But they just changed into women in body and appearance, the old guys are still there.
A blond "woman" grabbed Feng Lin's shoulders and said with a smile, still speaking in Chinese.
Although the Chinese spoken by the other party was very poor, Ye Yourong still understood it.
Based on Ji Guangling's address, he took a car to a nearby city.
Finally, the driver took Feng Lin to his destination. When he arrived, it was already dusk.
When the driver heard this, he stopped smiling. In fact, if he pulled the person over, he would also get a commission.
The two of them got on the plane easily, and their destination was Manchester City, Telford.
This man is slightly fat, has slender eyes, and has permed hair.
When they arrived at their destination, Feng Lin pulled Ye Yourong and quickly left the airport.
Feng Lin smiled and shook his head.
"Why are you talking to me? I am a Chinese and can't afford to pay for food? It's just that your food tastes terrible!"
Feng Lin and Ye Yourong went to the restaurant to have something to eat.
After saying that, Feng Lin pulled Ye Yourong away.
"You just don't want to pay, right? You said it tastes bad, so how do you eat it cleanly?"
Feng Lin has been to it several times on missions, and it is considered one of the most visited countries by Chinese people.
China is no exception.
"Yes! Where is your hometown?"
You can only go from the back.
On the plane, the two rested again to recharge their batteries.
The permed man shouted coldly, "Why should I tell you? Get lost! You have nothing to do here."
"Handsome guy, from China, right?"
It's so different from the natural feeling of the fourth child.
During this time, Feng Lin can do other things with peace of mind.
"Brother, don't start a conflict."
This kind of uncoordinated body changed by hormones is too ugly.
Feng Lin found a restaurant and walked in with Ye Yourong.
When I came back from the island country last time, the embassy, under the instruction of Ji Guangling, had given Ye Yourong an identity.
When Feng Lin said this sentence, he used Chinese dialect.
"That's right."
The location of the current is in the river outside the city.
"They are Chinese again. People who come to visit us are of lower quality than Chinese people in Asia."
Walking in the bustling streets, there are many scantily clad women soliciting customers on the streets.
"Isn't she pretty?"
There are indeed some people who like this kind of different kind of stimulation.
The appearance of several East Asian countries is roughly similar based on their appearance.
When the people eating around heard this, they were all talking in low voices.
Feng Lin didn't dare to be interested.
Feng Lin shook his head gently, he naturally knew the culture here.
That is, there are many men who have been transformed into women through hormone injection since childhood.
At this moment, in front of a table not far away, a man suddenly tapped the table.
But this time Feng Lin saw it and would definitely stop it.
The man with a perm opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
The clerk here asked back in English.
It must take a lot of time.
Especially the island countries and Korea.
…
"Do you like going through the back door? Many Chinese people who come to us will try it."
After ordering something, the two of them sat across from each other at the table and waited quietly.
He thought about it for a moment and decided not to talk to Xu Ruoying and the others.
"Is this your service attitude? If the food is so delicious, why do you charge the original price?"
"Handsome guy! Are you coming to play? I have an invoice."
His face was a little gloomy. There were indeed many foreigners pretending to be Chinese in the past few years.
"Fuck! You scolded me!"
"This country is very unique. It has a very masculine Muay Thai culture and also has this culture that is so girly that it's abnormal."
Many people were ogling Feng Lin and making gestures.
The man continued.
The driver spoke broken English and looked at Feng Lin through the rearview mirror.
"Here, let me see your ID card. I feel like there's something wrong with your accent?"
Every country’s English has its own unique accent.
The driver showed a lewd smile and said, "I can show you the way. There are people over there who understand Chinese, so communication will be easier."
Feng Lin gave a wry smile. He didn't know when the Chinese people started to be labeled as stupid and rich.
Most of these people spoke their own language, but Feng Lin could understand most of them.
Feng Lin lowered his head and looked at Ye Yourong.
He spoke in English, but Feng Lin could easily tell that he was from Korea.
"Our big country can do whatever we want, what's wrong? You low-level monkeys!"
Feng Lin easily grabbed the chair leg and kicked his knee.
thump!
The permed man is kneeling on the ground.
"Brother, he is not Chinese. You can call the police and you will know his identity then."