My Dreams Can Come True

Bai Yu looked at his watch, Du Ziqiang's time was about 9:30, but it was 9:45 now, and he still couldn't make a call.

Sighing, he turned around and asked Yun Yishan: "Is the plane to the Three Indians always so late?"

Yun Yishan took the small USB fan and blew it into her face reluctantly, "It's not always late, but it's often late."

Bai Yu said: "What you said is contradictory."

Yun Yishan stuck out her tongue: "No way, deliberate smear is not good, Mr. Bai, why are you not hot? I don't think you sweat."

Bai Yu said: "I think it's okay? I personally am not too sensitive to temperature differences."

Yun Yishan said: "You are a martial artist, is it true that you are... not invaded by cold and heat?"

There was a prompt sound on the phone, Bai Yu shrugged and did not answer her, indicating that he needed to answer the phone.

Take out the phone and take a look at the audio connection request from Du Ziqiang.

"Arrived?"

"Brother Yu! It's here, I'm starving to death, take me to find something delicious!"

"Go to the hotel first, put your things down, clean up and go. We will wait for you at the exit."

"OJBK!"

The three of them returned to Shangge Hotel in a car they rented from the hotel. Du Ziqiang was amazed at the shared roads of people and cows, the temples and open-air toilets that he passed by from time to time.

"Brother Yu, what does this smell like?"

He is now also full of vitality and blood, and his five senses are sharp. When he got out of the car, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost choked out when he was smoked. Bai Yishan glanced at him more, and only thought that the young man was awkward, and the smell was a little strange, but Isn't that true? Mr. Xiaobai is still steady.

The group hurried into the hotel.

"Brother Qiang, you share a room with me."

"Okay! Mom, I finally took a breath... I said Brother Yu, I saw a big beauty on the plane, that temperament, that body..."

"There are so many beauties, what's so strange!"

"The point is, I think she is also here to participate in the competition!"

"You can see this too? Great!"

"Isn't that? Because she is very clean and very fragrant!"

"...This is interesting. I didn't expect that there is still..."

Bai Yishan was confused. What does it mean to be very clean and fragrant? I take a bath every day, don't I smell?

"Tsk, this competition is a hidden dragon and a tiger!"

"Normal, the country has been silent for so many years, and there is a need for innovation and change, but unfortunately this year was not held in China, otherwise there will be more sects participating."

The elevator door opened, and a large group of people in linen robes walked out. Du Ziqiang's face changed and he moved slightly. One of the Westerners in linen robes raised his head, and everyone could see that he was a thin face. A middle-aged man, his eyes slowly swept across Bai Yu, and he paused for a while on Qin Lie, Xia Yinong, and Gong Baisheng. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, looking at Du Ziqiang, he nodded slowly, and walked out of the elevator, behind him. The priests who were dressed also followed.

Bai Yu and the others were about to enter the elevator. The leader suddenly turned his head and said in the Mandarin Queen of Longevity: "Sakura Country? Gao Ji Bang Country? Xia Country?"

Bai Yu replied: "Xia Guo."

He switched to the blunt Xia Guoyu and said: "Participate in the competition?"

"Yes it is."

"I hope I can fight with you."

"Honored."

He looked at Bai Yu up and down again, frowned, glanced at Du Ziqiang again, turned and left.

"Brother Yu, this man seems... very strong. When he stared at me just now, I couldn't help but make a move." Du Ziqiang wiped the sweat from his head.

"It's okay, but it will be more difficult for you to confront him."

"Brother Yu, Xiu wants to grow up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige!"

"Let's pull it down! The boxing technique passed to you...How's it doing?"

"Very skilled, shall we find a place to practice?"

"Okay, find a gym later and ask Qin Lie and the others to accompany you a few hands. It's still a matter of actual combat. I'll take a look for you when the time comes."

"I thought... I was practicing with you."

"You only need to have contacts. Qin Lie and the others have experience and are about the same level as you. Me and you are purely feeding tricks. The feeding tricks can't feed the actual effect."

"Gong Baisheng."

"Sir, what's your order?"

"Check that person just now, and the Xia Guo woman that Qiang brother said, and see who is here."

"Ok."

The elevator reached the 28th floor.

Entering the room, Du Ziqiang loosened the suitcase and fell softly on the sofa.

"Brother Yu, is this the legendary presidential suite?"

"The suite is. I don't know if it is a presidential suite or not. Gong Baisheng and the others did it."

"Tsk, I'll go to the toilet to identify it and see if it's a gold-plated faucet."

Bai Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "Who stipulated that the presidential suite should use a golden tap?"

"Well, doesn't it all say that on the Internet?"

"Go and pack up, ready to take you to dinner."

"Hey, what is there to choose? What's delicious here?"

"curry."

"anything else?"

"Curry lamb chops."

"Except for lamb chops?"

"Curry chicken."

"Except for curry?"

"I said, are you hurrying? What can I eat? I'll know then."

"Well, brother Yu, I'm going to take a shower, don't peek!"

"Your uncle, Du Ziqiang, are you full?"

"Hahaha, I thought you were always so calm."

A group of people came out of the hotel and walked for about ten minutes to the Agri Sanyin restaurant in Delhi, the most distinctive local restaurant. Du Ziqiang turned pale and asked in a low voice, "I said, Brother Yu, can you bear this smell?"

"Fortunately, I can bear it."

"How do I feel that the domestic haze is so fragrant?"

"Normal, you haven't seen those people burning cattle, washing cows, bathing and drinking water in the Ganga River."

"Oh...Oh..." Du Ziqiang's throat surged, there is no way, if he is a man of the world, he still doesn't feel anything, helpless, as a monk, being in the world is an absolute torment.

"Hey, those long robes? What are they doing?" Du Ziqiang was suddenly attracted by the scene ahead.

Those Westerners, holding plates with small biscuits inside, sent them to passers-by.

Six or seven of them stood side by side, singing songs that everyone could not understand, but the songs were melodious and ethereal, and several choruses were superimposed. Although there was no band accompaniment, they seemed to have a strong sense of hierarchy.

Under the scorching sun, there was no sweat on the foreheads of these robes!

When a sprinkler came, everyone on the street avoided to avoid being splashed by the water. After the sprinkler drove, there was water on the ground, but under such a scorching sun, it would take a long time to get rid of it. At this time, the water vapor evaporated by the high temperature makes people feel sultry and unbearable.

In order to avoid the car next to it, a Sanbengzi hit the roadside fence. Because the accident happened suddenly and the ground surface water caused the road to slip, Sanbengzi only had time to make a sharp turn, but did not control it, and the speed was very high. Quickly, the driver was thrown out from the side, and then the fallen Sanbangzi was pressed on his thigh, and Bai Yu vaguely heard a click.

Du Ziqiang took a breath: "I said, Brother Yu, this black brother's thigh bone is probably broken, right?"

There were noisy noises around. Someone ran over to help. After a while, a large group of people gathered. Several of them helped the Sanbangzi and dragged the driver out. The driver lay on the ground and screamed loudly with pain. Sweat.

Bai Yu sighed and couldn't ignore it, but the group of people in long robes walked over, and Bai Yu's heart moved:

"They want to help?"

The lead thin man squatted down and calmed down the injured driver in a low voice. In a few seconds, the driver's face was really calmer.

The previous chanters began to sing softly again.

This time it gives people a sense of peace and harmony, even...

The squatting thin man and the injured driver were enveloped in a hazy, soft white light. In the light, the thin man moved his hand to the injured leg. He touched the wound and pressed it again. , After a low warning, the injured driver endured the pain at his mercy, the thin man put his leg in a straight posture, and gently pressed his hands against the fracture.

The white light in his hand became brighter and brighter, as if he had pressed a two-kilowatt incandescent lamp under his hand.

"Give me, Brother Yu, what is this? Is it bloody? I haven't seen a real nanny yet! This meow is... amazing, isn't it?"

After a while, the thin man stood up, really holding a ball of light in his hand. He threw the ball of light into the sky. When the ball of light reached its height, it suddenly shattered, like strips of white. The silk money scattered everywhere, falling on the onlookers of the Three Indians.

One of the three-yin people coughed heavily and took a few deep breaths, with an expression of disbelief on his face. After a while, he spoke quickly in his mouth.

Yun Yishan frowned before distinguishing it and said: "The man from the Three Indians said that his lungs have been problematic for many years, and his breathing has never been comfortable."

After hearing what he said, the other person hesitated for a moment, bent down, rolled up the trousers, and on the facing bone of his calf, there was a scar that was forming a scab. It appeared to be scalded, and there was some redness and swelling around the wound, from the scab. Some liquid oozes from the cracks, which is obviously infected, but due to his livelihood, this man who is also a Sanbengzi driver has to come out with his injuries to seek life.

Du Ziqiang's expression was dull, and he muttered: "Is it fake? Is this...has it started to recover?"

The scalded patient glanced suspiciously at the people in the sackcloth, and then at the wound. The ugly goose egg was big with a yellow water-stained scar, and it dried out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the red and swollen part returned to its normal color. In a few seconds, the middle-aged man gently pulled off the dry scar. Underneath the scar is a wound that has recovered extremely well. It is just because it is new skin and the skin color is obviously different from that next to him. He stayed for a while, and suddenly rushed to the thin and numb. In front of the robe, he knelt down and said something quickly.

Yun Yishan looked at the group of people suspiciously, and murmured: "They are saying, this is God's mercy, and God is here to save them...this...isn't it true?"

There were many people who stopped and watched. They looked like poor people who lived hard for many years. They were all suffering from various illnesses. At this time, they all seemed to be getting better. They were all crazy, and they flocked to the Mapao people.

"They said that he must be a messenger sent by God..."

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