I didn't go back to Los Angeles at all, and anyway, it didn't make much sense to bring those luggage with me if I didn't bring it with me.

After waiting anxiously for hours in the first-class waiting room at JFK Airport, Cheng Yu finally boarded the plane.

This flight came from a domestic airline, and when boarding the plane, Cheng Yu felt the extra enthusiasm from the compatriots in the motherland, which obviously exceeded the courtesy of first-class passengers, but at this moment, Cheng Yu, who was full of black and white impermanence, failed to notice this.

The first-class cabin was empty, and apart from Cheng Yu, there was only a slightly chubby young man sitting in the right rear seat of Cheng Yu.

Before taking off, Cheng Yu took one last look at the ground from the porthole, after he came to the United States, he spent his days before college in New York, and he was quite familiar with this place.

Twenty minutes later, the plane had risen to a sufficient altitude and began to fly smoothly. The soft voice of the purser sounded in the cabin, indicating that everyone would be served soon.

The stewardess just now walked to Cheng Yu's side, half-squatted, kept her eyes parallel to Cheng Yu's, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Cheng, do you need any drinks or snacks?"

Cheng Yu opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, after all, since he learned that he had brain cancer and died not long after, he hadn't even been able to get even a minute of sleep, and his mental state at the moment seemed extremely bad.

Shaking his head, Cheng Yu just wanted to lie quietly alone for a while at the moment, and he was usually cheerful, but now he didn't even want to say a word.

The stewardess hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Mr. Cheng, I see that you seem to be very tired, I personally suggest that you can drink some alcoholic beverages." Our flight takes about 15 hours, and a drink of wine will help you rest. ”

Cheng Yu thought about it and felt that what the stewardess said made sense, for a person who was dying, getting drunk might be a very good choice.

"I personally recommend that you drink some red wine......" The flight attendant saw that Cheng Yu did not object, and lost no time in adding.

"What spirits are on the plane?" Cheng Yu waved his hand, "The higher the degree, the better." ”

The flight attendant smiled slightly and said, "In addition to the must-haves such as whiskey, brandy and vodka, our crew learned that you will take this flight, so we have specially prepared the national liquor Moutai for you." In addition, we have prepared some side dishes to accompany the wine, although they are all purchased locally in New York, and the taste is not comparable to that of China, but it is always more suitable for your taste than the American snacks. ”

In this regard, Cheng Yu was slightly stunned, there is still Moutai?

He automatically ignored the flight attendant's words "especially for you".

Soon, the stewardess gave Cheng Yu a bottle of high-grade Moutai, and at the same time, there were four side dishes - chopped pepper preserved eggs, sauced beef, fried peanuts and braised pig ears.

In fact, Cheng Yu has rarely been able to eat these famous appetizers in China over the years, but now that he sees it, he really has a little appetite.

After pouring a glass of wine, the unique sauce-flavored aroma of Moutai suddenly spread in the first-class cabin, and before Cheng Yu could take a sip, he heard a twitching nose behind him.

"I'll go, Moutai, I thought I smelled it wrong. I said flight attendant, when will Moutai provide it on this plane? There are actually snacks, this service is okay. Well, give me a copy of this. ”

When the flight attendant heard this, she immediately walked up to the man and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, this gentleman, these are all brought on the plane by Mr. Cheng himself, but they were handed over to our crew for safekeeping." ”

The man scratched his head and said, "I'll just say it, that's right, on foreign flights, there is no rule that you can't carry liquids, I knew that I also brought a bottle of wine up, and it took more than ten hours......"

The stewardess smiled and said, "Do you need anything?"

The man shook his head, and said in his heart that this wine was so fragrant that people didn't have the heart to drink the foreigner's wine at all, he looked at Cheng Yu, and the whole bottle of Moutai in Cheng Yu's hand, his eyes rolled, and he had a thought.

moved to the next place to Cheng Yu and sat down, and the man accosted, "Drinking?"

Cheng Yu turned his face to look at the man, and he actually understood what he wanted to do, but he said seriously: "Well, drink it." ”

The man rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that this would kill the day, Cheng Yu just picked up the wine glass and took a sip at this moment, stimulating the man's sense of smell and taste, so that he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"This wine is delicious, huh?"

Cheng Yu nodded again and replied very sincerely: "Well, it's quite fragrant." ”

The man felt that the sky was being talked about to death again, so he had no choice but to purse his lips and say, "What, the wine worm is hooked by the fragrance of your wine, why don't you take two mouthfuls of me and let me taste it?"

"Oh, so you're trying to drink......"

The man nodded vigorously, his eyes shining.

In the past, Cheng Yu would definitely tease that person again, but just when he wanted to speak, he suddenly became excited, he was about to die, what else was he teasing?

"If you don't mind, let's have a drink together. ”

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and without saying a word, he picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

The stewardess also sent a cup of acquaintance, and the man sighed that Moutai was delicious, and said to Cheng Yu: "My name is Guanlu, what about you?"

"Cheng Yu. ”

The pipe is very talkative, even more talkative than Cheng Yu in the past, the two are drinking wine and chatting at the same time, Cheng Yu is not as depressed as before, and his mood has become slightly better.

Soon a bottle of wine bottomed out, thanked the pipeline, returned to his seat and fell asleep, Cheng Yu looked out the window, it was already dark, and he also put the seat flat and wanted to sleep for a while.

I don't know how long it took, Cheng Yu was woken up by a violent bump.

On the radio, it was the purser's soft voice, she said that the plane will have a strong air current, but it will soon be safe, and she hopes that all passengers will fasten their seat belts and stay in their seats, balabala.

It's not too common, but it's not uncommon, but the bumps seem to be a little unusual.

Cheng Yu suddenly felt a light coming from the porthole on the left-hand side, he couldn't help but look over, only to see the lightning and thunder in the distance, and his alcohol suddenly woke up more than half.

What kind of air flow is this, it's a thunderstorm, right?

Just saw the previous flight attendant stumbling back to her place and sit down, Cheng Yu grabbed her: "Encountered a thunderstorm?"

The stewardess's face turned pale, she bit her lower lip and nodded slightly, she wanted to hide it from Cheng Yu, but she didn't dare, after all, this person has a special identity.

Seeing that the plane was getting more and more turbulent, and those thunderbolts seemed to be shining around the plane, the flight attendant had to sit next to Cheng Yu temporarily, quickly fasten her seat belt, and whispered: "Mr. Cheng, don't worry, the captain will take care of it......"

Cheng Yu suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and he said in his heart, Lao Tzu is not so hard, right? This American doctor said that I will not live for five or six days, and I can still encounter a thunderstorm on a plane? This thief thinks that I have lived too long, and he just wants to kill me immediately.

How the hell did I offend this damn god in my last life?

Just pondering, the stewardess beside him suddenly screamed, Cheng Yu looked over, and saw that the stewardess opened her mouth wide, her eyes were round, and her pupils were almost shrunk to the size of a pinpoint.

He turned his head again, me, what the hell is this?

A ball of fire, like a round ball, was coming towards the porthole next to Cheng Yu......

"Ball...... Ball lightning?!"

Isn't that because I'm dying fast enough?

With a bang, the ball lightning slammed into the plane......

As soon as his eyes were closed, Cheng Yu was ready to die immediately, but it affected a whole number of people on the plane......

However, instead of the expected fire, Cheng Yu heard a voice in his head: "If the host conditions are met, the Divine Pick system has been successfully bound." ”

Well?

Yes!

God Pick System?!