Chapter 81 is dying
The more Tang Xinghua thought about it, the more uneasy he became, but he couldn't stop Tang Yulan and Jiang Zhiying from leaving, and he couldn't get away with a lot of things himself, so he couldn't follow.
had to tell Jiang Shixun over and over again: "Sexun, I can give you my sister and Zhuzhu, you take care of them, take good care of people, and bring them back to me!"
Jiang Shixun nodded seriously and assured: "Brother, don't worry, I'm definitely optimistic about Alan and Zhuzhu."
This is his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law, can you not be careful? Even if he had an accident himself, he couldn't let his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law have an accident.
Tang Xinghua then went back.
The three stood under the stop sign and waited for a while, and the bus finally came.
Jiang Zhiying glanced curiously, a little disgusted. Mainly because the shape is too ugly, but also very simple.
was completely incomparable to anything she had seen before.
Sure enough, the technology in this world is too backward.
As the car approached, Jiang Zhiying smelled an unpleasant smell of engine oil.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust and saw the car stopped.
Immediately after the door opened, Tang Yulan pulled her into the car. Jiang Shixun followed behind and was in charge of carrying the bag.
There are not many people on the bus, except for the bus driver and conductor, there are only three passengers, and there are many vacancies.
Tang Yulan quickly found a seat by the window and sat down, holding Jiang Zhiying on her lap. Jiang Shixun sat next to her with her luggage at her feet, just to block them.
The conductor came over: "Buy tickets, where are you going?"
Jiang Shixun bought the ticket, and the car started at this time, swaying, making Jiang Zhiying couldn't help but question the quality of the car.
There are almost no other motor vehicles on the road, even bicycles are rare.
The car drives very fast, so there is no need to worry about traffic jams.
Rao is like this, still wandering for more than two hours before reaching the train station.
is too far.
If it wasn't for Jiang Zhiying's constant use of supernatural powers to treat herself and Tang Yulan, it is estimated that the two of them would have been unable to bear the crime and vomited directly.
After getting off the bus, both Tang Yulan and Jiang Shixun breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang Yulan covered her heart with her hands and complained, "It's really uncomfortable to ride in this car, I'm almost dying!"
After finishing speaking, she quickly went to see Jiang Zhiying: "Zhuzhu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Tell your mother if you feel uncomfortable."
Jiang Zhiying frowned, her whole body was ill: "Mom, let's go to the train station."
In fact, she used the power to eliminate the discomfort, but the power consumption is a little big.
If you can find a place to rest, sneak into the space and swallow the mist.
This place is full of people coming and going, definitely not.
Jiang Shixun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go to the train station first, you have to buy a ticket."
There are at least stools in the train station where you can sit and wait.
This place can't do it.
Tang Yulan naturally has no opinion.
So she pulled Jiang Zhiying, Jiang Shixun carried the bag, and entered the train station together.
Go and buy tickets first.
Jiang Zhiying glanced curiously and found that the train station was dilapidated, old and very small, and was even more disappointed.
Jiang Shixun did not rush to buy a ticket, but went to his friends first.
Jiang Zhiying followed the whole process, and she was very surprised to see Jiang Shixun talking and laughing with a man in his twenties, and he looked very familiar.
Jiang Sehun actually knew the people in the train station!
is so awesome!
No wonder he became a big boss later.
The man was also a little surprised when he saw Jiang Zhiying: "Old Jiang, this is your daughter, right? Oh, it's so well raised, she's fat for nothing!"
Jiang Zhiying doesn't like to hear this: "!!"
How fat is she!
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