The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

A green leather train heading to Jiangzhou was crowded with people from all corners of the country. Ye Feng and Li Daoru, two masters and apprentices who were going to Ye's family for a banquet, happened to be on this bumpy train.

"Hey! Get your feet out of the way."

On the seat, Li Daoru, who had changed into a brand-new Taoist robe, was lying horizontally in an unrecognizable manner. His feet in cloth shoes were scrambling in the narrow aisle, which attracted the dissatisfaction of a passerby.

Hearing this, Li Daoru slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at the middle-aged man with a fleshy face, and silently put his feet back.

Sitting opposite, Ye Feng, who was leaning against the window, couldn't help but start complaining.

"Old man, why can't we take the plane? It takes more than ten hours to take the train for a two-hour journey."

"Airplane tickets are so expensive, do you think I can afford them? Besides, guys like me can't take anything on the plane." Li Daoru replied casually.

Ye Feng was very depressed. He could take the green leather train when he could enjoy it by plane. There were countless people like Li Daoru lying in disorder. In the narrow aisle, the messy luggage was also placed randomly, and the obscenities in his ears , as well as the smell of instant noodles constantly drilling into the nose, and...

"What the hell, kid over there, if you don't put on your shoes again, I'll wring your feet off."

The sudden odor of feet choked Ye Feng to tears, and the three young men sitting on the table next to him who were playing cards immediately became the target of Ye Feng's accusations.

Just play cards well, what shoes do you think you take off?
The young man who just took off his shoes looked at Ye Feng with disdain: "Cut! Who are you?"

After cursing, the young man continued to play poker with his companion.

"I'm your uncle."

Ye Feng, who was already dissatisfied with this environment, quit immediately.

Thinking of the next ten hours of journey to endure the smell, Ye Feng picked up the begging bowl that Li Daoru used for alms and threw it at it.

"Boom!"

Although Ye Feng had controlled his strength, the hard begging bowl still smashed a big bag on the young man's head, with traces of blood flowing.

"I fuck you, dare to hit me."

The young man who was also not very good-tempered rushed over to fight Ye Feng, and his two companions also stood up at this time.

Beside, a group of melon-eating people saw that there was a lot of excitement to watch, and immediately lost their sleepiness, and turned their eyes around one after another. What's more, they started to cheer for both sides.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was nowhere to vent his dissatisfaction, Ye Feng also wanted to beat up these beriberi guys to relieve his anger. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go up, but he saw Li Daoru suddenly appearing in front of the two people who were about to come into contact. In the middle, Ye Feng and the young man were stopped, and he said leisurely: "Wait, I'll pick up my bowl first."

The emotions were suddenly interrupted, and people on both sides were a little upset, but they waited until Li Daoru stood aside with his beggar in his arms, before continuing to brew emotions.

"stop!"

Just as he was about to continue working, a cold shout suddenly sounded from the front of the carriage.

Ye Feng turned his head, and a female flight attendant in uniform appeared in his sight.

"Fighting is not allowed on the train."

The female flight attendant with a good figure and good looks quickly walked over and stood between Ye Feng and the three young men.

"Hey! Beauty!" The short-cut young man who took off his shoes was immediately diverted by the female flight attendant who had just arrived.

As he said that, the young man with a cropped head couldn't help but spit at the female flight attendant, and said cheaply: "What's the phone number of the beauty? Leave a contact information, and brother will make you feel better someday?"

As soon as the words were finished, the female flight attendant turned cold and kicked out with a beautiful kick.

"Ow!"

The young man with an inch-length head immediately covered his crotch with his hands and began to cry out in pain.

The two of them were standing extremely close to each other, and the aisle in the train was so narrow, the young man with a short cut naturally couldn't react in time.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help being amazed. Seeing the young man in pain, he relieved his anger, and at the same time felt his second brother's pain just like the male compatriots in the carriage.

At this time, several male flight attendants came to the front of the carriage one after another, looked at the scene and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Two groups of people fought and fought in the carriage, and gathered a crowd to make trouble. This person also attempted to molest women. They should be restrained first, and they will be sent to the local police station when the train arrives."

The beautiful stewardess specifically pointed to the young man with an inch cut who was still squatting and rolling on the ground.

It can be seen that the female flight attendant used all her strength in that kick just now.

"Sir, please follow us to the front."

After taking away the three young men, the flight attendant stood in front of Ye Feng and said.

"Okay, no problem." Generally, there is a flight attendant's lounge at the front of the train. The environment there is much better than the place where you stay now. There is a better place to rest, and of course Ye Feng will not refuse.

And every time such a good thing happens, Ye Feng will definitely not forget his master Li Daoru, who has been so kind to him. He hurriedly pointed at Li Daoru who was about to slip away, and said loudly: "This person is with me."

In this way, Li Daoru was also able to enter the flight attendant lounge with a better environment.

On the way, Ye Feng still did not forget to say proudly: "Master, I am very kind to you old man! I have not forgotten you for such a good thing."

The green-robed Taoist who followed behind with his begging bowl almost couldn't hold back his bowl and hit Ye Feng on the head.

In the flight attendant's lounge, Ye Feng sat obliquely bored. He wanted to take advantage of the wonderful luck that happened on the way, but unfortunately the beautiful female flight attendant just now did not come to the lounge with him. She couldn't bear it, so she just wandered outside together.

There is no way, Ye Feng can only taunt the young man next to him if he has nothing to do, to relieve his boredom.

Annoyed by Ye Feng's words, the young man with a short hair who couldn't do anything to Ye Feng could only threaten sharply: "Say one more frankly, believe it or not, I will take off my shoes right away?"

I thought it should be a very intimidating sentence, but after saying it, Ye Feng smiled coldly and pointed to Li Daoru beside him.

"Hehe, did you see the old man next to me? Have you ever seen a biochemical weapon? Believe it or not, my master will make you lose your sense of smell in the future."

Hearing this, several young people looked at Li Daoru's feet wearing cloth shoes in horror, and no longer threatened Ye Feng.

When Li Daoru heard this, his face was already so dark that it couldn't be darker.

It is true that his feet smell a little bit, but it is not 01:30 away from the horrors of 'biochemical weapons' and 'sense of smell failure'.

At least, he thought so himself.