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