Simultaneous Travel: Me and My Countless Others

Feng Shayan fell to the ground.

Luke said calmly: "Your innate ability is definitely not weak... If you can solve the problem of not being able to overlap with objects, it will be comparable to the Eight Great Techniques."

"I have a friend who has seen similar abilities to yours."

Luke was talking about himself in the Naruto world.

Although he may not have seen Kamui over there, Luke has read the comics.

Compared to Kamui, Feng Shayan's ability is mainly that she cannot achieve the so-called "virtualization" and the range of movement is also limited, but in fact it is already a very powerful ability.

After all, it is a noble space system.

"Pie Tanghua!" Feng Shayan covered her head for a while, stood up and said: "Take me with you when you eat later? I'll pay the bill..."

Luke raised his eyebrows and pointed at Xia He and Lu Liang, as well as Liu Yanyan who had woken up but dared not say a word.

"Let me say this in advance, I plan to take these three Quan Xing with me, I have something to do."

Eat with Quan Xing.

This is by no means a trivial matter for the children of the Ten Lords.

It may not weigh two taels if it is not weighed, but it may not even weigh a thousand pounds if it is weighed.

Zhang Lingyu hesitated, but looked at Xia He and chose to remain silent.

Feng Shayan wanted to say something but stopped.

Feng Xingtong suddenly clenched his fists and shouted with a smile on his face: "Sister, didn't you bring enough money? It's okay, I'll do it!"

Feng Shayan was stunned, glared at Feng Xingtong, and handed Luke a card: "It's your reward for beating me!"

Luke laughed.

The children of the Feng family are really extraordinary.

They really have the appearance of a tyrant, and they are decisive in killing!

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Barbecue restaurant, roadside stall.

A small table surrounded by several benches, grilled breasts, fat and lean meat, and various snacks were placed on the table, which made everyone's appetite more open than the exquisite dishes of those restaurants.

Zhang Lingyu had a drooping head and didn't eat the skewers.

He sat next to Luke and Zhang Chulan, and opposite was Xia He.

Luke enjoyed the meal very much. After high-intensity exercise, he had to replenish enough protein and carbohydrates.

Even gods have to eat!

Besides, he is not a god at all, but still a teenager who is growing up.

Zhang Chulan sighed. He was still thinking about Feng Baobao killing his grandfather. He took out a wrinkled cigarette box from his trouser pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth.

As the smoke came out, the annoyance in his heart seemed to be reduced a little.

"Master Junior, have one." Zhang Chulan's face was full of sorrow, but he was secretly trying to get closer in his words:

"This thing is powerful and can suppress the things in my heart..."

Zhang Lingyu took it subconsciously and shook his head: "I don't smoke or drink."

Seeing Xia He on the side, Zhang Lingyu's heart darkened.

Longhu Mountain actually does not prohibit smoking, drinking and meat, but it does not allow sleeping with Quan Xing Demon Girl.

Zhang Lingyu was confused. He came here to teach Zhang Chulan a lesson, but how could Luke shake off the Golden Lightning Thunder Method and have dinner with Quan Xing...

No, I, Zhang Lingyu!

Longhu Mountain High Master!

Forget it, he is just a loser who can't even practice Yang Wu Lei and sleeps with a demon girl...

Zhang Chulan smiled and filled Zhang Lingyu's cup with unknown liquid.

"Come on, let's have a toast, Junior Master! I'll let Lao Lu tell you about cultivation later. As the saying goes, no fight, no deal!"

Zhang Lingyu nodded, and his eyes widened as soon as the spicy wine entered his mouth...

Didn't I say I can't drink it? Zhang Chulan smiled and said to Zhang Lingyu with wide eyes with a sincere face: "Junior Master, Lao Lu and I will drink it, you can do whatever you want!"

Luke and Zhang Lingyu raised their glasses and drank it.

There is no prohibition on alcohol in the Sanyi Sect. When the birthday banquet of the old man of the Lu family was held, Lu Jin was the player who ate big chunks of meat and drank big bowls of wine.

Zhang Lingyu was determined in his heart, and he swallowed the mouthful of wine until he was full of golden light.

Zhang Chulan laughed heartily.

I let you come up and fight with me, now let's see if I can deal with you or not!

After drinking a tank of Erguotou in one gulp, Zhang Lingyu's fair face turned red in an instant. This extreme contrast made others stunned, and Xia He couldn't take his eyes away.

The two Taoists who came with Zhang Lingyu from Longhu Mountain couldn't hold it anymore.

Lingyu Zhenren, who came with all the cigarettes and alcohol, is not going to dye the cotton ball into black coal!

Luke and Zhang Chulan exchanged glances, and the two brothers understood each other.

Luke's idea was very simple. Since Xia He and Zhang Lingyu ran to him together, he had to take this obsession and life cultivation that he picked up for free.

If you don't pick it up when you go out, it will be lost!

Although Zhang Chulan didn't know Luke's specific idea, since Luke had set up this game and wanted to figure out who he was targeting, he knew it at a glance after they had been together for so many years.

The two of them cooperated with each other invisibly.

"Meeting is fate, let's do this, I'll raise a glass..." Luke picked up the glass: "Those who can't drink can drink juice, and those who can drink can drink according to their own taste, just be happy!"

While drinking, Luke talked about cultivation with Zhang Lingyu, Feng Shayan and others, talked about the Golden Light Mantra and the Hundred-Step Fist, and confirmed each other's methods of life and death cultivation. For a while, the atmosphere became relaxed.

Xia He and Lu Liang pricked up their ears to listen, and occasionally expressed their understanding.

Zuo Rutong looked at this scene and had a headache.

He didn't think that being in a relationship with Quan Xing was a heinous crime... After all, he had told Wu Gensheng that if he was not the head of Sanyi, he would be willing to regard him as a close friend.

Although Luke has a master, how can the Trinity School still exist?

It’s just that the sight of mixing good and evil together to drink really reminded Zuo Ruotong of the record of the thirty-six thieves in Lushan’s notes…

Did Wu Gensheng also call a bunch of people to drink together?

Thinking of Wu Gensheng, he also remembered a lot…

Zuo Ruotong’s obsession was touched, and Luke’s life cultivation was growing.

“Huh…” Zhang Lingyu’s face flushed. He didn’t count how many jars he drank. He was an honest man.

Although he didn’t drink, he couldn’t help but Zhang Chulan always filled his glass and apologized repeatedly, calling him a junior uncle.

Zhang Lingyu was already feeling guilty about targeting Zhang Chulan in his heart.

Since he had already drunk the first sip, he followed Luke and Zhang Chulan’s toasts, but the more he drank, the more he stole glances at Xia He.

"Lingyu, I want to ask you something."

Luke put his arm around Zhang Lingyu's shoulders and whispered, "Do you usually think about-"

"What kind of high-level practitioner are you in Longhu Mountain? You think about a demon girl like a treasure day and night. You have lost face for the 66th generation of the Heavenly Master..."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the dinner table, which had just become heated, dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Xia He didn't dare to raise her head.

Only Zhang Lingyu, whose pupils were shaking, had a red face and kept improving Luke's life cultivation.

How did Luke know about this?

"You are thinking that although Xia He did evil, she didn't kill anyone, so there is still room for redemption..."

"Every man will meet two women... If you marry a red rose, over time, the red will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white will still be the bright moonlight in front of the window; if you marry a white rose, the white will be a grain of rice stuck on the clothes, and the red will be a cinnabar mole on the chest."

"For you, Zhang Lingyu, when you think of Yanmi, you think of red roses and white roses, and when you think of the names of Yin Wulei and Quan Xing's four madmen, you think of rice grains and mosquito blood."

"Xia He is here today, tell everyone what you think?"

Zhang Lingyu's face was extremely red, as if blood could drip, and he stared at Luke with his eyes: "I can't tell, I really can't tell!"