The Personal Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

"Woooo~!"

A train from Yanjing to Mosike blew its whistle.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Old-fashioned train wheels move slowly.

Yang Feng raised his head slightly, his eyes still confused, but he stepped on the train.

It only takes eight hours to fly from Yanjing to Mosike, but it takes five days and six nights to do this old-fashioned train.

Surprisingly, the train is still very lively.

Because of the six-day itinerary, almost all the way is scenery.

Yang Feng did not take the Dragon Tiger Pill to heal his injuries.

This elixir had little effect on him.

Stepping into the realm where three flowers gather at the top, a drop of his own blood is better than a dragon and tiger pill.

Even if there is no healing, relying solely on one's own powerful qi and blood, the injury will recover automatically, it's just a matter of speed.

The shoulder pierced by the sword energy recovered within three or four days.

The powerful physical body and qi and blood make Yang's own cell reorganization ability extremely strong.

Not even a scar was left.

Of course, the mind was shaken by Taoist Lingxu's sword energy, which needs to be recovered by self-meditation.

A carelessness may even leave sequelae.

Yang Feng didn't care about what would happen to the Ying family, nor did he care about the situation in Tang.

The most important thing now is his own heart that is becoming more and more confused about martial arts.

"Handsome guy, are you from the Yuemu country?"

The soft sleeper in the ordinary box of the old-fashioned train has two beds, with four beds in the upper and lower bunks.

But at this moment, six young men and women squeezed in, and three of them came from the next room.

Everyone looked excited and looking forward to it.

A woman in a skirt looked curiously at Yang Feng who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"No."

Yang Feng opened his eyes, his eyes were hazy, and there was a hint of far-reaching.

"Wow."

"So handsome."

With his eyes closed, Yang Feng's face looks like it was cut out by a knife, with exquisite features, clear lines, handsome and fragrant.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was like a protagonist walking out of a manga.

Let the woman in the skirt circle around Xiaoman and the other two beauties with bright eyes.

The handsome Rao Xiaoman Xiaoman has seen many times. She is the campus belle of Qinghua College, and there are so many people chasing her, but she has never seen a man like Yang Feng who makes her feel suffocated.

I couldn't help but feel the urge to have a beautiful encounter with Yang Feng.

All men have a heart for beauty.

Women are more reserved, but not impulsive.

Moreover, Yang Feng's eyes at this moment fell on Rao Xiaoman's eyes, which were as charming as a whirlpool.

Even some distressed feeling.

"Not from the Yuemu country, why are you sitting like you are sitting on a tatami mat?"

Rao Xiaoman smiled sweetly, and a youthful aura rushed over his face, making Yang Feng, who didn't want to talk, can't help but speak.

"I am resting my mind with my eyes closed, and the method of meditation originated from the Tang Kingdom, not the Yuemu Kingdom."

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he looked out the window.

"Are you also going to Mosike to watch Melanie Laurent's performance?" Rao Xiaoman seemed to be interested in Yang Feng.

"Xiaoman, the professor said that the three of you are beauties, it's best not to talk to strangers."

Seeing Rao Xiaoman and the three girls take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Yang Feng, with joy in their eyes, the other three youths suddenly became hostile.

Yang Feng could tell that these people seemed to be graduate students of Tsinghua College, and they all went to Mosi Branch to watch the performance of the magician Melanie Laurent.

"That's right, Xiaoman, you may need to know that the world is dangerous."

Another young man also mocked, as if Yang Feng's presence made these people feel threatened.

"It's all a sea of ​​sand, how did you say you bought the ticket?"

"If we buy tickets for four people at the same time, don't we have our own box?"

"Are you going to put us in this room with a stranger for six days?"

Among the three youths, Su Peng, a young man in a small suit, became displeased.

He looked at Yang Feng even more hostilely.

Rao Xiaoman is the object of his pursuit.

"Young Master Su, I can't help it either. The tickets for this trip are all snapped up, and this handsome guy doesn't look like a bad guy." Sha Hai is a bit innocent, God knows he ran away because of this ticket leg.

"Not like a bad guy?"

"Hmph, have you seen which liar looks like a liar? Which bad guy looks like a bad guy?"

Su Peng glanced at Yang Feng full of sarcasm, "Almost all the people on this train go to Mosike in pairs. Who would spend six days in this broken train to Mosike?"

"Either they are poor people, or they are habitual offenders on the train, everyone should be careful." Su Peng said with a bit of yin and yang.

Yang Feng didn't even look at the few people, but still looked out the window with confused eyes.

"Su Peng, do you ever talk like that? Where is your usual gentlemanly demeanor?"

Rao Xiaoman and the three daughters were unwilling.

The look in Yang Feng's eyes at this moment is slightly sad to the three women, this is a man full of stories.

A handsome man with a sad look can almost kill any single woman in seconds.

Even a woman who has a partner will be shaken.

Men with stories attract women the most.

Of course, this is also the method of many scumbags. Once they successfully attract beautiful women, they will slowly pull out their evil guns.

Honest man, what a story, I just can't get the evil gun out of my heart.

"Am I wrong? I'm doing it for your own good."

Seeing the attitude of the three women, Su Peng wanted to drive Yang Feng away even more.

"You can see that his clothes and trousers have ripped corners, and there is a hole in his shoulder. Don't tell me this is fashion?"

Yang Feng's trousers and sleeves were indeed broken. Although the wound on his shoulder was no longer stained with blood, the hole was still there.

Under the burst of full strength, but also to control the power so as not to hurt the innocent, the protective energy almost failed to protect himself.

Coupled with Taoist Lingxu's strength, not to mention protecting his clothes, he can kill Taoist Lingxu's vitality with one blow.

That strike was also Yang Feng's strongest strike.

In an instant, more than half of the strength of the mind was consumed.

You can't make a second cut in a short period of time.

"Okay, Su Peng, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

Another woman in a long skirt gave Su Peng a blank look, and finally looked at Yang Feng eagerly, "Handsome guy, my name is Nana, what do you call me? Are you also going to Mosike?"

Rao Xiaoman and the others also looked at Yang Feng.

"I don't know where to go, let's see fate."

Yang Feng replied lukewarmly.

"Fuck, look at the fate? What are you pretending to be B!"

Su Peng became angry when he heard Yang Feng's words.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

"Do you think you have a sense of superiority? Do you think you are superior?"

Yang Feng glanced at Su Peng expressionlessly.

"It's not that I have a sense of superiority, but that there are classes in this society."

"The few of us are the top students in the college entrance examination in various prefectures, and we were recommended to Qinghua College, and now we are postgraduates."

"We are the future pillars of the Tang Kingdom!"

"Do you think I have a sense of superiority?"

Su Peng no longer had the gentleman he used to be, but was full of pride and arrogance, looking at Yang Feng aloofly.

To judge a person is to look at his character when he is angry or drunk.

Rao Xiaoman also has a good impression of Su Peng, but at this moment he finds that Su Peng is not the object of his consideration at all.

On the contrary, it was Yang Feng's gestures that fascinated her.

Even if it was just passing by, Rao Xiaoman found that she would not regret it, she wanted to have a little story with Yang Feng.

Life is short, meeting is beautiful, grasping is recalling.

"Dongliang? Hehehe."

Yang Feng laughed at himself.

With the advent of the new era, what do postgraduates count as?
Just like the college students in the past, it was only after graduation that they realized that what they had studied so hard was actually useless.

In the age of science and technology, mutants, and under the impact of new human genes, ordinary people, not to mention graduate students, even doctoral students have to rush to the street.

"Little friend, you may be a genius, but a genius who doesn't know how to be a human being is doomed not to go very far." Yang Feng shook his head slightly.

"What are you talking about? You, a poor dick, want to teach me a lesson?"

Su Peng, who was called a "little friend" by Yang Feng, couldn't hold back his face immediately, and even saw a trace of disgust in Rao Xiaoman's eyes, and hated Yang Feng a long time ago.

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