I can pick up trash

Chapter 132
With the dawn of the next day, Lin Hong got the oil and poured it directly into the helicopter's fuel tank.

The fuel needed for helicopters is generally kerosene. Although oil is precious, even a drop of oil is worth a tael of gold, but it can be directly used as fuel, but it is a bit wasteful.

"Little Fox, we should go." Lin Hong sat in the pilot's seat, called Xue Fox, and started the helicopter.

As the helicopter slowly rose, Lin Hong looked at the Snow Fox family below through the window, and suddenly sighed, while the Snow Fox in his arms was depressed.

"Why are you unhappy?"

Lin Hong controlled the helicopter, went straight to Beiminglin's house, and asked the little fox.

The little fox lay in Lin Hong's arms, and said a little embarrassedly: "Master, I want to have a name..."

"It's not that simple. As a fox, you can speak people's words, how about calling it a fox?"

Lin Hong smiled lightly. It's just a name, which is very easy to pick, but when the little fox heard the name, he shook his head immediately: "Nonsense? Master, can you change it?"

"Then let me think about it, you are all white, why not call yourself Fox White?"

Lin Hong had a flash of inspiration, and Xuehuhu didn't resist the name, so he agreed directly.

Then, after half a day, they sailed out of Daxing'an Mountains, which made Lin Hong sigh: "Da Xing'an Mountains is really vast."

He said that he suddenly found that the ice and snow under the land gradually decreased, because he was already close to the border, and the climate here was different, and it began to rise gradually.

This made Lin Hongre take off his cotton jacket and put on a shirt.

"Nine days have passed since I came out of the county..."

Lin Hong continued to fly the helicopter, but couldn't help but smile bitterly. There were only 24 days left, but now there are only [-] days left. There are so many twists and turns along the way.

Hu Bai lay lazily in Lin Hong's arms, and raised his head at this moment: "Master, it's so boring..."

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon."

Lin Hong smiled lightly, his eyes kept turning to the land in the distance, and soon, as some man-made buildings came into view, he quickly parked the helicopter on the ground to avoid being discovered by others.

When he walked out of the helicopter with Hu Bai in his arms, and put the helicopter back into the storage ring with his backhand, he couldn't help but look at the Beiminglin family in the distance, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally, here we are...

This place is not far from Beiminglin's house, but only a few kilometers. Lin Hong planned to walk this distance and pay a visit to show his respect.

He didn't intend to use the name of Lin Changsheng's son to enter, but a fortune teller.

Thinking of this, he had already changed into a suit of clothes, a silver-white wig on his head, and a mustache under his nose.

Lin Hong looked at Hu Bai who was bouncing around on the ground, and smiled, "Hu Bai, let's go."

He was dressed like a fortune teller.

Afterwards, Lin Hong first asked Hu Bai to get into his clothes and not to come out, then walked for a few miles, and finally stopped in front of the gate of Beiminglin's house.

"Quite old-fashioned..." Lin Hong couldn't help sighing. The entire Lin family covers an area of ​​tens of kilometers. Whether it's decoration or layout, Lin Hong feels that he has come to ancient times.

On both sides of the gate, there were two disciples of the Lin family guarding the gate. When they saw Lin Hong, they hurried over.

"What are you doing!"

One of the disciples of the Lin family shouted directly, and had already pulled out the long knife from his waist.

Lin Hong looked at them and smiled lightly: "Fortune teller."

"Fortune teller? Barren mountains and wild mountains, what kind of fate do you come here for?"

Another disciple of the Lin family raised his shoulders and looked at Lin Hong teasingly, obviously in disbelief.

Lin Hong didn't care too much: "I counted as your current Patriarch, there will be a catastrophe."

"Interesting... Then tell me, we two brothers, why should we trust you?"

The two Lin family disciples couldn't help laughing, and looked Lin Hong up and down.

This is the Beiming Lin family. Lin Changsheng, the patriarch of the Lin family, has not yet reached the level of a master, but he is also a congenital peak, but the fortune teller said that their patriarch will be in disaster?
Lin Hong smiled softly: "Your patriarch, named Lin Changsheng, is 50 years old this year and has two moles on his chest. If these are not enough, I can continue to talk."

"There's something...then do the math, the ages and names of the two of us."

The two disciples of the Lin family looked at each other, and they were already convinced, but their casual mention made Lin Hong feel troubled: "The two are dragons and phoenixes, I want to talk to your Lin family's Patriarch, and I hope you can let me know."

"Why, can't you figure out the age and names of our two brothers? I think you are not a fortune teller at all. What is the purpose of coming to the Lin family!"

The disciple holding the long knife turned cold, and Lin Hong was completely ruined.

Before Lin Hong could speak and explain, the disciple of the Lin family had already rushed forward and slashed the long knife in his hand horizontally, as if he was going to cut Lin Hong in half. Naturally, Lin Hong would not stand stupidly and let He chops.

I saw that Lin Hong called out the throwing spear, raised it directly, and blocked his long knife: "Why use force?"

"Hmph, everything in my Lin family relies on force. If you can't beat me, you are not worthy of talking to me!"

The Lin family disciple let out a cold snort, retracted the long knife, and stabbed again with his backhand, but Lin Hong easily dodged it, and directly aimed at the Lin family disciple's long knife with his throwing spear.

There was only a clang, and the long knife was cut in half.

"Now, am I worthy to talk to you?"

Lin Hong smiled lightly, looking harmless to humans and animals, but the disciple who had broken his long knife backed away again and again, and ran away without looking back.

Another disciple of the Lin family suddenly rushed up.

With no other choice, Lin Hong had no choice but to fight.

Accompanied by him defeating the disciple of the Lin family, a group of people rushed out from the Lin family.

"Eldest senior brother, it's him, he's here to make trouble!" The disciple who opened the door before was going to report a message, but now he stood beside the senior senior brother in his mouth, pointing at Lin Hong.

"I'm a fortune teller, and I'm not making trouble. Let me see your Patriarch."

Lin Hong frowned slightly, thinking that these people couldn't understand what he said, but when he finished speaking, the elder brother twisted his neck with a sneer, and took two arm-length sticks from behind: "See our Patriarch, you Also worthy?"

His name is Lin Jun, the great disciple of the outer sect, and he is called the elder brother by the outer sect disciples.

Lin Hong frowned: "You want to fight me too?"

He was not afraid of anything, but he felt that the bloodthirsty in his heart was about to move, and he didn't want to fight.

Lin Jun nodded as he should: "You don't know where you came from, and you hurt me again, I naturally want to ask for an explanation."

"It's not just a statement, why use force?"

Lin Hong still frowned, a little helpless.

Lin Jun stared at Lin Hong, holding a short stick in each hand: "Because what I want is your life!"

After he finished speaking, he came to Lin Hong's side almost in the blink of an eye. Lin Hong couldn't help being surprised, because this person turned out to be in the innate realm!

(End of this chapter)