After Lan Zhiyuan screamed a few times, he fell back into a deep coma, in the dream, he stopped and froze in place, his natural courage smaller than a chicken had stopped him from going home. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't dark yet, but a thick night mist and heavy humidity once again ruthlessly diffused in Lan Zhiyuan's direction, quickly engulfing him entirely.

"Yunzhi, I realized something, the first thought that flashed in my subconscious was to run, to run while the little red ball was still a little red ball, and it was by insisting on this proposition that I finally returned home 200 meters away. Lan Zhiyuan said with palpitations.

Mr. Yun Zhi did not answer Lan Zhiyuan at this time, but fell into a lot of questions: "What is that female ghost looking for Brother Zhiyuan to do many times? You know, Brother Zhiyuan is definitely not the kind of person who can be a traitor."

In the world,

Only friends know best,

What kind of person is a friend?

In other words, in fact, not all female ghosts are evil, perhaps, that female ghost really came to Lan Zhiyuan for help. To put it more bluntly, heroes are ordinary gods who have been given a chance, that is to say, all heroes who have created miracles are ordinary people before they create miracles, and they have just been given a chance to prove their strength to the world.

It is said that the day does not understand the darkness of the night, and as long as the office workers get home, they will realize the end of their hard work during the day, and the rest is the joy of family with their families.

"Zhiyuan, let's go to the beautiful country tomorrow," Ruhua said, and directly threw the two international airline tickets on the dining table.

"Ruhua, what are we going to the United States for no reason?" Lan Zhiyuan asked very puzzled.

"Oh, say your niece is gone. Ruhua replied that her voice was so flat, as if she were recounting a stranger with whom she had no connection.

Hearing such an answer from his wife, Lan Zhiyuan hurriedly asked curiously and surprisedly: "Ruhua! No, our family has been poor for eight lifetimes! When did we have one more foreign relative in the beautiful country?"

"Oh, I heard the people over there, you are cousins, their family moved to the beautiful country in 99, and then they rarely contacted us, a long, long time ago, the third uncle over there came back once, and you were only eight or nine years old at that time~" Ruhua explained.

"It turns out that a little niece died???" Lan Zhiyuan sat in his seat and thought, thinking about it, he didn't know which nerve he had, and he actually pulled this matter to the woman in red who was inexplicably entangled with him.

"Brother Zhiyuan, Brother Zhiyuan?" Mr. Yun Zhi said, and gently pushed Lan Zhiyuan, who had been unconscious for more than half an hour, and his hands and feet began to be cold.

It is very pitiful that at this time, Lan Zhiyuan has fallen deeply into his "spring and autumn dream of dying under peony flowers".

"Mr.~~"

A warm and soft voice came, and then a tender white slender jade hand was very comfortable on Lan Zhiyuan's shoulder, needless to say, this must be the high-quality service of the flight attendants.

However, just when Lan Zhiyuan was about to turn around and want to see through the beauty of this flight attendant, the scene in front of him almost made him cry out again:

Because of her, the stewardess closest to Lan Zhiyuan, her face, the face that was close to Lan Zhiyuan, had no face, as if it had been completely cut off by a sharp knife, and the crimson blood vessels and other tissues were all exposed completely.

The woman was pushing the drink cart, she seemed to be smiling at Lan Zhiyuan, but no matter what, Lan Zhiyuan instinctively felt disgusted, and instinctively wanted to vomit.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Ruhua saw that Lan Zhiyuan was fascinated by the beauty of the family, and felt that it was rude, so she interrupted him.

"Oh?" Lan Zhiyuan replied in a daze, his thoughts were interrupted again, and when he came back to his senses again, for the first time in his life, he had found such a pure smile in the world, such a beautiful baby face.

"Are you alright, sir?" said the stewardess, showing her trademark white teeth, a little jerky.

"It's okay, it's okay~" Lan Zhiyuan replied. When the drink cart walked away, he felt that he had met Shenyi-Huang.

Lan Zhiyuan, who got off the plane and officially landed on the North American continent, was not excited, except for people and people around him, the skin of American women was not as white as he imagined, and he was not as white and cute as the angel lady.

There is a "shopping control" plot like a flower, like Grandma Liu into the Grand View Garden looking around, very curious about everything, in fact, this kind of broken airport can be seen everywhere in the country.

Until I walked out of the airport, no one came to pick me up, and there were a few American aunts on the side of the road shouting and selling something, their behavior was so vulgar and so bottomless.

Just when he was extremely disappointed, an elongated Lincoln car drove towards Lan Zhiyuan and Ruhua, and when she saw the Lincoln car, Ruhua screamed excitedly for the first time.

"If, in the land of beauty, it is used as a hearse. Lan Zhiyuan reminded his wife to pay attention to her behavior.

Almighty God is actually very fair, because everyone's end is their own small piece of permanent shelter for the poor baba, and no matter how much great things have been done before this, they cannot escape the final judgment of fate.

Lan Zhiyuan was helped into the car by a relative he had never met, and it was the first time he could see her so closely, more precisely, he was now standing in front of the woman in red in his dream, and his face was still the same smiling pale face.

However, at this time, Lan Zhiyuan was outside like a dead log, and she was dressed in red, sleeping quietly in a white coffin, sleeping like a baby.

The air around me was still suffocating, just like sitting in a Lincoln, except for the strong smell of formalin.

Less than a minute after walking into the Lincoln car, Lan Zhiyuan vomited, except for his wife Ruhua handed him a tissue to wipe his mouth clean, the black driver driving the car and the white pastor holding the Bible did not look at Lan Zhiyuan.

The black man continued to drive his car with his expressionless dead fish face, while the white priest still held his cross and read the pious scriptures like an old grandmother in the countryside of Jiangnan Province.

"Yun Zhi, I don't know, are they used to it, or do they have an instinctive indifference and discrimination towards these Chinese people who have come from afar? I think it's probably the former, this is also unconfirmed" Lan Zhiyuan suddenly said again.

"Hehe, I think that's why distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, no one is better than their own family. Mr. Yunzhi replied.

"Oh, I forgot, there was another person in our car at that time, a lean Chinese young man in his thirties, who was sitting on the left side of Ruhua, and the three of us were sitting in a straight line, and he didn't speak, but when I vomited, I heard two dull coughs from his side. Lan Zhiyuan added.

"People, people, people, how is this possible?" replied Mr. Yunzhi suspiciously.