I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 117
England is a very dull place.

People don't talk much, come and go in a hurry.

Winter in England is foggy and rainy.

For example, at this time, it was getting late.In the thick fog, standing on the Tower Bridge and looking down, you can only see the street lights on both sides of the Thames.

At night, the weather is also very wet and cold. It seems to be the same as the attitude of the people here, giving people a natural sense of distance.

Like this time.

On the Tower Bridge, pedestrians with umbrellas came in a hurry from the fog, and then hurried away into the fog.

It seems that everyone is very busy, too busy to look up or talk.

The tourists in the crowd are the liveliest.

It's like dumping a truckload of ocean balls in the icy lake water.It can instantly make this clammy, dull atmosphere agitated.

They carried backpacks, held their mobile phones and excitedly took selfies, making various selfie actions.

However, at this moment.

A group of tall and burly men with arm tattoos, still wearing vests in winter, holding belts, sticks, iron chains and other weapons in their hands, hey, there is one of the strongest hunks in the crowd. Holding a football.

This group of people flaunted their might and came rampant. When people along the road saw this group of people, they immediately showed fear and avoided them one after another.

Ever since, this group of people became even more unscrupulous and arrogant.

Walking in the front, a hunky man with a cropped hair and a curving yellow beard, wearing sunglasses, chewing gum, looked provocatively at the crowd passing by.

at this time.

A tourist wearing a blue jersey was carrying a schoolbag and walked quickly with his head down.

The face of the man with a short hair and yellow beard immediately changed when he saw the tourist in blue.He waved his hand, and more than 30 people behind him immediately blocked the blue-clothed tourist.

"￥%￥￥"

"#￥#@%#@"

After speaking something he didn't understand, the yellow bearded man jumped violently.Then with an order, a group of people immediately rushed up to surround the man in blue and kicked him in a circle.

After beating for a while, the group stopped.And the man in blue clothes had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and the corners of his mouth were congested.However, after he stood up, he didn't dare to stay at all, and fled quickly.

"Fuck!"

Yang Qing looked at the strong man who was walking towards this side, and said in surprise: "What is this, the underworld?"

Are the British underworld all this crazy?
Just come out in public?
Don't they fear the police, the army?

at this time.

A Chinese young man wearing glasses passing by, saw Yang Qing standing there looking at him foolishly, and quickly reminded him: "That's the British football hooligans, a bunch of bastards, let's go!"

Football hooligans?

Yang Qing was taken aback when he heard the words.

However, since it is called a hooligan, it must be a hard stubble, which is not easy to provoke.

I have something to do when I come to the UK this time, so I can avoid trouble if I can.

Yang Qing thought for a while, then pulled the stunned king and Su Si who looked calm to leave the place.

But it's too late.

These more than 30 football hooligans surrounded the three of Yang Qing, and then crossed their arms or sneered, or stared at Yang Qing fiercely.

However, what makes these football hooligans puzzled is.

These three weak Huaxia people were not nervous at all.

This thin, tall Chinese man was looking at them curiously.It made them very uncomfortable to watch. They felt that this Chinese man was like a perverted scientist in a laboratory, staring at the new species with wide-eyed eyes.

There was also the man who was chubby and had a strong figure, but passed on a pair of pink and red shoes. This man, day, this man actually sneered at them.

And that... whoa, my god.

There are such beautiful women in this world.

Is she an angel?
More than 30 hooligans were instantly obsessed. They stared straight at Su Si, who was wearing a peaked cap and long hair hanging down her shoulders, and their saliva almost flowed out.

It wasn't until Yang Qing coughed heavily that they regained their thoughts.

They looked away reluctantly, then turned their heads and continued to stare at Yang Qing with fierce eyes.

The bald man with the yellow beard stepped forward, hooked Yang Qing's shoulders, and asked with a drunken mouth: "￥%%"

"speak Mandarin!"

Yang Qing stretched out two fingers, squeezed the other's tattooed hand, and put his arm down.

"Huaxia people!"

After rubbing his sore palms, Yellow Beard stared fiercely at Yang Qing, and asked in his not-so-fluent Chinese: "Huaxia boy, let me ask you, do you support Manchester United or damn Liverpool?"

After finishing speaking, all the football hooligans including the yellow beard stared at Yang Qing with serious eyes.It seems that once Yang Qing gave a wrong answer, a group of people would rush forward to teach Yang Qing a lesson and let him understand that the great Manchester United is the strongest football club.

Without even thinking about it, Yang Qing said loudly, "I support the Huaxia football team!"

Once a word is spoken, everything is quiet.

Yellow beard looked at Yang Qing's firm face, and couldn't help but gasp.After a long time, he looked at Yang Qing with complicated eyes, took a deep breath, and praised with admiration: "You are the real fan!"

Afterwards, he turned his head and waved to everyone, then turned to Yang Qing and said, "Please accept our respect!"

So, led by the yellow beard, a group of football hooligans bowed ninety degrees to Yang Qing.

Yang Qing turned her head, looked at the king, and spread her hands in confusion.

……

After the storm, everyone stayed on the bridge for a while.

It was not until there were not many people on the bridge that Yang Qing and the three left the place, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the hotel.

Upstairs, the king entered the back of the house.

Yang Qing and Su Si continued to walk in.

When they arrived at the door, Yang Qing and Su Si said good night and closed the door.

Su Si's beautiful eyes were light, and after glancing at Yang Qing, she closed the door.

She knew that Yang Qing was using power for personal gain.He was using himself to deal with that Heavenly Dao League.Moreover, before she came here, she heard Yang Qing say that she was coming to Europe, and she suspected that this cunning guy must be planning something.

However, she didn't intend to ask, and she didn't bother to expose Yang Qing's childish deception.Moreover, she found it rather amusing.It's also fun and fun.

For example, Yang Qing and Da Wang usually quarreled. It was obvious that the education level of the two people was not enough to graduate from elementary school. As a result, the two insisted on arguing about how the plane flew into the sky along the way.

And when they arrived in London, Yang Qing felt that they should be more British and more gentlemanly.So he decided that all three of them should put on tuxedo suits and sunglasses.In the end, after Su Si's indifferent stare, Yang Qing immediately followed suit and decided that he and the king were all he needed.As a result, after the two put on sunglasses, they happened to meet the cloudy winter in London.As a result, when going down the steps, I almost fell to the ground.

And just now...

Su Si thought of Yang Qing just turning around and shrugging his shoulders, with a confused look on his face, a faint smile appeared in his beautiful eyes.

She hadn't experienced this kind of happy feeling for a long time.

How long has it been?

It seems that since entering the palace that year, she has never been happy again.

1000 years?

2000 years!
For a long time!
……

The next morning, Yang Qing got up early.

Not long after washing, a beautiful British woman with a ball head and a trousers and vest pushed a dining car and brought Yang Qing a delicious breakfast.

Coffee, steak, vegetable juice, pasta, and dessert.

After dinner, Yang Qing held a cup of coffee and sat on a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, crossing his legs, looking at the foggy London city outside.

He looks comfortable, like the CEO of a cross-company who is young and rich, not a practitioner.

Since the last enlightenment in Gaoliu County, Yang Qing has not dared to enter the meditation for a period of time.

He knows that once he enters into meditation, it is equivalent to turning on the switch to cross the catastrophe.

He doesn't want to cross the catastrophe yet.

It's not because of the hole built by Bingchuan's predecessor Tianling from the Song Dynasty. In fact, since he realized the Tao, Yang Qing's fear of crossing the catastrophe has disappeared.

It was because of Su Si.

Although during this period of time, everyone got along relatively peacefully.

But Yang Qing didn't dare to make too much noise.

After all, I have the intention of calculating others, hoping to drag this super boss into the troubled waters of the Tiandao League.After all, with Su Si as a super master again, any so-called master is rubbish.

If Su Si found out, she would be dead.

……

Holding a cup of coffee, waiting for the sun to come up like a white spot, the phone rang at the right time.

After connecting, Pete's respectful voice came from inside.

"Owner!"

Pete said in a low voice: "The helicopter has parked on the apron on the roof and is ready to depart at any time!"

"it is good!"

After Yang Qing hung up the phone, he changed into dry clothes and went out.

ten minutes later.

The three of Yang Qing came to the top floor.

The moment the elevator opened, Yang Qing immediately saw a shadowy helicopter on the tarmac.

Pete, in a suit, was already waiting there.

"Let's go!"

Yang Qing said to the king and Su Si.

Then, under Pete's guidance, the three bent down and boarded the helicopter.

The propeller started to rotate, and after a while, under the guidance of the ground service personnel.

The roaring helicopter lifted off slowly, and after rising to a certain height, it turned around and flew directly towards the Scottish Highlands.

The plane is flying in the sky.

Looking down, you can see the tops of high-rise buildings emerging from the clouds like floating islands at a glance.A ray of sunlight fell on the clouds, and also put a layer of golden light on the sparse buildings emerging from the clouds.

"Yang Qing, do you think the Heavenly Court in the myth is like this?"

The king was also attracted by the wonderful scenery in front of him. He bent down and looked at the clouds shrouded in golden light. He couldn't help but murmured, "This is simply flying through the clouds! Where do you look, those sun-shine The gleaming building looks like a heavenly palace in mythology!"

(End of this chapter)