Tired of seeing the scenery along the way, Kamezo seemed to suspect that no matter how green mountains and beautiful waters there were, it would not arouse any curiosity in him, and even make him feel faintly disgusting.

The dull to boring train journey can be regarded as a complete subduing of Kamesan's idle temperament.

When the voice of the not-so-nice announcer echoed in the train, Kamezo felt like he had heard the best sound in the world, and the moment he left the train, Kamezo even wanted to roll a few times at the train station where there were not many people.

The three men who had come to Tibet for the first time stopped at the train station and watched the train that had sent them off, and they didn't even know where to go.

The mobile phone in Zhao Kuang's pocket rang, Zhao Kuang took out the mobile phone, looked at the number he was going to dial, and after connecting, there was a hurried voice from Zhun Ti, and after telling Zhao Kuang a place vaguely, he hung up the phone, leaving Zhao Kuangchao, who didn't know what to do, standing at the station gloomily.

Some people's waist pole can be bent lightly, but it will never be broken lightly, even if it is broken, even if the bone pierces the flesh, some people will stand up strongly, what they are for, there are different opinions, but it is definitely not a ridiculous thing.

Uncle Zhao stood strongly, giving people a feeling that he would fall down at any time, but there was a trace of tenacity in his eyes, like the pine in the big mountain, growing among the strange stones, even if there was only a crack in the stone that could no longer be touched, he dared to grow in this sky that could not touch anything, and it would grow incomparably lush.

Erquan once again knocked down Uncle Zhao mercilessly, like a storm and a grass.

But no matter how the storm swayed, this stubborn grass just didn't have the slightest intention of compromise, and I don't know if the storm was too weak, or this grass was too serious.

"Do you really want to die in Tibet? This bird doesn't Tashish? "Erquan is word by word, and the smell of intimidation is quite strong, or this Uncle Zhao, who has always refused to fall, is a sentence that proves that things are impermanent.

Uncle Zhao smiled, his smile was particularly weird, and against the backdrop of this wilderness, people inexplicably thought of something that should not be thought of.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Erquan didn't know if it was taboo, or he really couldn't stand Uncle Zhao's inexplicable move, so he stepped on it again.

Reality, it has not become unrealistic because of these unrealistic things, Uncle Zhao is like a kite with a broken string, or worse, or the kite with no wind but a broken string, falling heavily on the ground, this time it is completely silent, if Uncle Zhao can still stand up, what he faces is probably still this biting reality.

"This Tashish, is this such a land where birds don't?" Yang Fenghuo, who was sitting on the jeep, looked around a little, no matter how he looked like a no-man's land, thinking about the big Beijing where every inch of land was like gold, Yang Fenghuo's face showed a trace of disdain that could be seen.

The young man who was stumbling on the medicine didn't have Yang Fenghuo at all, and Zhou Yanhua and Li Jackal who were sitting in the back seat couldn't let Yang Fenghuo, who was talking to himself, be sick there.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time, and an off-road vehicle that looked like it was also rented and didn't know how many hands was rushing towards them, and they could ask for help in this kind of place, which was much more incredible than this uncle Zhao could stand up again, if the two happened at the same time, then it could be described as a miracle.

But when the miracle really happened in front of the two of them, it was not so shocking.

"It is worthy of Guo Hongniu's most famous doglegs, he has a way of doing things, and he can move the rescue soldiers from this kind of place, but are you sure he is not here to send him to death?" The power clapped his hands, and it seemed that he was not afraid that the people who called his uncle would harm their affairs, and this kind of complete self-confidence came from their strength.

The off-road vehicle stopped behind the Harvard car, and the one who got out of the car was Zhun Ti, who was polite and murderous, and couldn't compare with the two powers.

"Wang Zhunti, are you here to intervene like this?"

After seeing who the person who got off the car was, the smile on Daquan's face became even stronger, and acquaintances saw acquaintances, but they were extremely hot.

"It's you who intervened like this, doing things for that white-eyed wolf, and you won't be afraid of dying and going to the eighteenth layer of hell?" Wang Zhun Ti said coldly, looking at the two people in front of him without emotion.

"After death, everyone is afraid of going to eighteen layers of hell, but that is after death." Daquan sneered, stared at Wang Zhunti fiercely, and glanced at Erquan beside him, and the two rushed out at the same time.

This mountain is connected to the mountain, the grassland is connected to the grassland, and the land galloping on a horse is blown by the wind and yellow sand, which happens to cover up this bloody city, and it seems that the blood that is scattered has disappeared without a trace with this yellow sand, leaving a series of horses' hooves.

Wang Zhunti spit out a pool of blood, his body was shaky and standing, his eyes blindfolded by blood, staring at the two people in front of him who had torn off a few pieces of flesh from him, but it was estimated that it was only a matter of time before he fell.

"TMD are all fools or madmen, for the sake of that thing in their hearts, is it worth risking their lives?" Erquan spit out a tooth, a little annoyed and angry, as if this wave went on, and he lost all patience.

Wang Zhunti answered Erquan's sentence with practical actions, waved his fist, and ran towards the two again.

With a muffled sound, Wang Zhun Ti fell down with an unwilling face, he didn't do his best, but he had completely lost his strength.

"Have you seen enough?" Daquan stared at a Jeep car parked not far away, and said coldly, as if this trick had really attracted all kinds of immortals.

The Jeep door opened, and four men came down.

Daquan squinted his eyes slightly, although the two men who were not too old looked like Lian Jiazi, but they were not enough to shock them, but the momentum on that man's body made Daquan taboo in his heart, it seemed that in these two men, he could feel the taste of death, especially the uncle with an unscrupulous smile on his face.

"Two big men snatching a female doll, even if we are a heinous murderer of a thousand knives, it is estimated that we will not be able to stand it, you don't know what to do will really be punished?" Yang Fenghuo laughed, there was a feeling that the ancient times were pulling out a sword to help, and it was vividly played in this extremely bold man.

"Who are you?" The power was silent, and there was no longer that sense of confidence on his face, but instead there was a solemnity, or a taboo, it seemed that in front of this uncle, he could really imagine the word powerlessness, this kind of feeling, Sun Honglei had never given them.

"Who are we?" Yang Fenghuo pointed at himself, looked at Lei Zi who was forgetting himself and knocking on the pills, and laughed: "We are Lei Feng who pulls out a knife to help each other, although this Lei Feng also has Lei Feng's purpose." "Fifty steps laugh at the story of a hundred steps, but what, these fifty steps are at least placed here.

Erquan was a little angry, although he could feel the strength of this dissolute man, he was even more disgusted with Yang Fenghuo's feeling of being completely fearless.

"What? Would you like to try it? The young man put away the medicine bottle, looking at Erquan with fascinated eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of the pill in his mouth.

Before Daquan could scream, Erquan rushed out like a wild horse without the reins, as if nothing could stop him.

Seemingly simple parrying and spreading, Erquan was like a student of an adult in kindergarten, his body turned over directly, and he felt like Tai Chi gossip, and before Erquan reacted, his body was already involuntarily uncontrollable, and his head fell to the ground.

"Minions." The young man spat on yellow saliva.

Daquan watched Erquan being put down on the ground, and no matter what he cared about, he also rushed forward.

"Don't meddle." A low, but hidden voice rang out.

Yang Fenghuo didn't know when he had already faced the power, and directly knocked out the burly power of the listed company that had been completely counted, this scene was a bit familiar, as if the two powers had just ravaged Uncle Dao.

But at this moment, Uncle Dao was completely stunned, as if he had seen such a fierce man for the first time in his life.

The power fell to the ground, and he stood up again in anger, but a mouthful of blood spat out, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Tut-tut, with this kind of ability, can you still do such a thing? But that's what you can do. Yang Fenghuo looked disdainful, and finally laughed out loud.

Daquan raised his head stiffly, looking at Yang Fenghuo, whose strength was completely higher than the world he knew, and asked unwillingly, "Who are you?" ”

"A Lei Feng who pulls out a knife to help." Yang Fenghuo deliberately teased this proud man who had no proud capital.

"Aren't you afraid of messing with the Guo family?" Daquan couldn't come up in one breath, it seems that Yang Fenghuo's blow completely caused Daquan to suffer internal injuries, but despite this, Daquan bit the word Guo family very hard.

"The Guo family?" Yang Fenghuo smiled, perhaps only in the face of his power could he feel the irony in Yang Fenghuo's smile.

"A second-rate family who lives and dies for the sake of not being able to get on the stage, and in the end no one is black? The Guo family was ruined by you miscellaneous things, some things that didn't go through that era. Yang Fenghuo seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be a powerful person who had opened his eyes to the limit.

"Who the hell are you?" Daquan couldn't believe that he had heard such a thing, or that he would never believe that he would hear such a thing in his life, but now he heard it, in an absolutely inappropriate occasion, from an absolutely inappropriate mouth.

"A Lei Feng who pulls out a sword to help."