The busker played two wrong notes one after another. Zhang Chi couldn't help but frown, and the little homesickness and melancholy he had accumulated just now collapsed.
When he was about to leave, he saw a familiar figure in front of him. He looked very much like Bai Xiaomi and was dressed exactly the same as when Bai Xiaomi was tied up.
Zhang Chi hurriedly chased after him. The girl in front of him wearing a gray sportswear and carrying a backpack seemed to be aware of it and immediately quickened his pace. His gait was beautiful and as light as a deer.
Zhang Chi looked more and more like him. He thought that Bai Xiaomi had no reason to hide from him. He quickly chased after her. Before the subway arrived, he came behind the girl, reached out and patted her shoulder gently: "Bai Xiaomi!"
The girl turned around in confusion. Although she was also pretty, her appearance was completely different from Bai Xiaomi. Only then did Zhang Chi realize that he had recognized the wrong person. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
The girl pursed her lips, turned around and continued walking, entering the subway car.
Zhang Chi didn't get on the bus and breathed a sigh of relief on the platform, but he always felt that the girl's back and gait looked too much like Bai Xiaomi.
Looking up, he saw the girl standing behind the subway door, showing him a sly smile through the glass, raising her right hand in front of her chest and making a heart-warming gesture with her thumb and index finger.
Immortal Zhang opened his mouth in surprise. This action reminded him of Bai Xiaomi. The girl had made the same action when she left him behind in the deep mountains and forests. However, the appearance of the girl in the car was nothing like that of Bai Xiaomi.
It's different.
The subway had started, and Zhang Chi lost the chance to get on the train. He quickly followed the subway for a few steps, trying to get a closer look at the girl.
He remembered the first time he met Bai Xiaomi, the image of a village girl wearing heavy makeup and tacky clothes. He sighed in his heart, this Bai Xiaomi is basically a master of makeup and disguise, but she can never change her face.
The ability to perform illusions.
No matter how disguised a mortal is, it’s difficult to tell whether he is tall, short, fat or thin, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to tell the clues from his back and gait.
He also had to admit that Bai Xiaomi's skill in disguise was so good that he actually deceived him in person. On the other hand, it also proved that Bai Xiaomi's psychological quality was very strong. When facing him, his facial expression did not show any flaws.
But the strange thing is that he didn't sense Bai Xiaomi's dual quotient like others. Could it be that the ability he had just recovered disappeared again? Why is this ability like a convulsion, working sometimes and sometimes not working.
Looking at the subway in the distance, Zhang Chi could only sigh. At this time, he sensed the attack force from behind. Usually this situation occurs when someone is hostile to him and wants to harm himself. This situation of his
This ability has been verified many times, and it just helped Lu Jinqiang resolve a surprise attack.
Zhang Chi turned around pretending to be nonchalant and saw a tall man wearing a hoodie quickly lowering his head in the crowd not far behind him.
The dark complexion indicated that he was an African friend, and Zhang Chi felt a little puzzled. He didn't seem to know anyone with this complexion, let alone an enemy.
After all, Beijing is an international metropolis, and there are people from all over the world. Zhang Chi can be sure that he has never seen him. Seeing that guy acting like a coward with a guilty conscience, Zhang Chi is too lazy to argue with him. The subway has already arrived at the station, and Zhang Chi follows.
People flow into the carriage.
The man then entered the carriage, without even looking at Zhang Chi from beginning to end, but Zhang Chi could still feel that his force value was 98, which is already quite high for ordinary people, but in the vast China, with such
The number of people with a martial arts value is like the number of sands in the Ganges River. Even the lowest level of warriors cannot be counted with this martial arts value.
On the surface, Zhang Chi seemed to be sitting there with his eyes closed and concentrating, but in fact he was still focusing on sensing this African stalker who was hostile to him.
Suddenly he felt the anger level +10, +15, +20... The familiar feeling came again. Zhang Chi thought it was still an illusion. The fire source stone shattered without a trace. Maybe this incident had a huge psychological impact on him.
That's why I have been affected by it, and I always have hallucinations recently.
Crowded carriages, tired people, impetuous people, many people are silently breeding their own anger.
What does this smell like? Body odor? Uh... Why does this guy come to our country if he doesn't just stay in the African savannah?... Rage value +200.
Why did he dump me? I should have been the one to propose the breakup. I am not as good as her?... Rage value +300.
Why do I have to squeeze into the subway every day and spend more than three hours commuting to and from get off work? It’s so hard for me... Rage value +500.
My boss always suppresses me and is jealous of talents. I have no ability but cannot realize my own value. Those in power are mediocre and incompetent. The world is so unfair... Rage value +1000.
House prices have gone up again. Why the hell didn’t I pay the down payment last month? In just one month, I have to pay 800,000 more. My monthly salary is only 8,000. I don’t have food or drink. I have to save for eight years to make up for it.
This hole, I regret it to death!...The anger value is +2000.
My uncle, I already have a senior citizen card. There are so many young people sitting there, so I feel so at ease, but no one gives up their seat to me. Rage value +3000.
People who look indifferent on the surface actually have a large or small volcano hidden in their hearts. As emotions brew, the volcano will one day erupt.
Zhang Daxianren's chest felt warm. He opened his collar and looked inside. There was obviously no fire source stone on his chest, and there didn't seem to be any changes in his chest muscles and skin. But why was my heart so hot?
I even had a burning irritability. Could it be that I suffered internal injuries when the fire source stone exploded?
Zhang Chi raised his head and met the hostile gaze of a strong man wearing a black kung fu shirt. The man was tall and energetic, his eyes were as wide as bells. He was holding the armrest with one hand and spinning the Baoding Iron with the other.
The ball stared at Zhang Chi fiercely.
This person had just gotten a senior citizen card and was very angry. He was the one who had an anger of 3000+ just now. He was aggrieved because the group of young people in the carriage did not give up his seat to him.
There is really no need to say that. He is strong and energetic, and is stronger than most young people.
Zhang Chi really didn't notice it just now. He wanted to get up and make way for him, but seeing that this man's face was not kind, his appearance was fierce, and his temper was too strong.
My heart says that you are living in old age, but in terms of real age, my two lifetimes combined are much older than yours, so why should I give up my seat to you?
This guy has a hot heart and a somewhat anxious temperament. He also looks at the other person with a vicious look, reciprocating tooth for tooth and eye for eye.
Immortal Zhang Da has never known how to write the word "fear" since he came down to earth. If you respect me a foot, I will respect you a foot. If you play tricks on me, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life.
When the other party saw Zhang Chi's vicious gaze, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He was afraid of evil people, and everyone knew how to pick on the weak.
He suddenly raised his hand, slapped the female student sitting next to Zhang Chi, who was lowering her head to read, and scolded: "You uneducated thing, your parents didn't teach you to give up your seat to an old man when you go out."
The female student was slapped by him for no reason, her face turned red, her book dropped to the ground, and tears were already welling up in her eyes.
Zhang Chi bowed, picked up the book, and gave it back to the girl. Then he stood up and said with a smile: "Uncle, why are you so angry with this little girl? Sit here and I'll let you."
He enthusiastically took the old man's arm and offered him his seat. The old man sat down aggressively and deliberately squeezed the girl. This was a bit unkind. He muttered: "The world is getting worse!"
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The girl stood up with tears in her eyes, and the old man cursed: "Young people today are getting more and more outrageous. Do you know who created your happy life today? It wasn't us who shed our blood..."
"You gangster!"
"Bang!" A crisp sound came from the carriage.
Everyone was stunned, but Zhang Chi raised his arm and slapped the unreasonable old guy on the face. After the slap, Zhang Chi quickly walked out of the subway door. He had already seen that the old guy was not there.
It's pleasing to the eye, it's okay to rely on one's elders, and it's okay to give up one's position, but why should you beat someone, why should you squeeze someone's little girl? No wonder it's not that the old people in this society have become bad, but that the really bad people have become old.
Zhang Chi's timing of the slap was perfect. After the slap, the subway was just approaching the station. The guy used his body to be flexible and ran out of the door and onto the platform in a few steps.
The old man was also extremely skilled. After being stunned for a moment by Zhang Chi's sudden slap, he quickly reacted. Like an enraged lion, he roared and rushed towards the subway gate, knocking away two strong men one after another.
You young man, do you think that my training with the iron whip in Ditan Park every day is in vain?
As soon as he stood up, the middle-aged woman next to him moved her buttocks and sat down. Looking at her neat movements, she was also an expert at grabbing seats.
When the opportunity comes, we must seize it. I also have a senior citizen card, but we are qualified people. We will not force others to give up our seats, but we cannot miss the opportunity. I was exhausted from queuing up in the supermarket to buy cheap eggs just now.
The old man rushed to the door of the subway. Zhang Daxian, who had already calculated his course of action, was waiting in front of the door and sent the energetic old comrade back to the carriage with a hearty gesture.
The last thing to see is this kind of lazy guy who is relying on his old age to show off his old age. The subway closed the door and started to operate at the right time, carrying the arrogant old man with a belly full of evil fire value of 5000 to the next station. This old guy who was relying on his old age to show off his old age could only stand.
Zhang Chi got off the bus one stop ahead of schedule. He had just taught the arrogant old man a lesson. He let out a breath of bad breath, which was as refreshing as eating a piece of iced watermelon on a hot day. The heat and boredom in his chest subsided a lot.
But he soon discovered that after he got off the bus, the black guy also got off in another carriage.
There are not so many coincidences in the world. Zhang Chi was already sure that this guy must be following him. This place was only one stop away from the Jingtong Hotel where he lived. Zhang Chi began to speed up his pace. Although he did not look back, he could feel the
The goods are always tracked behind you.
Zhang Chi threw away his two long legs. Now he doesn't feel guilty when he uses long legs to describe himself. With a height of 1.76 meters, he is considered to be in the middle of the crowd.
But I haven't felt much superiority recently. Strangely speaking, the people I've come into contact with recently are generally tall. Take Lu Jinqiang, a low-key rich man, who is actually 1.86 meters tall. Standing in front of him, I look like Huang
When Mouming met Zhou Moufa, they both played Xu Wenqiang, but they felt so different.
