Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 1220 Soft Persimmons

The time on the plane is extraordinarily long for others.

Trapped in such a closed space for such a long time, normal people would be more or less agitated.

However, Yue Qingqing was not among them.

She has long been used to meditation, saying that there is no time in the mountains. In the past, it took ten days and a half a month to meditate, which is still a small amount.

It is said that the long ones will not be seen for several years.

It's unimaginable in this world.

Geng Yuanbai originally planned to have a chat with Yue Qingqing on the road, but seeing the girl quietly closing her eyes and taking a nap, he didn't say anything.

Take pleasure in pulling out a book and start reading.

Finally, when the announcement was made that the plane was about to land, everyone in the cabin couldn't help applauding.

Yue Qingqing finally opened her eyes.

Geng Yuanbai stretched, only to feel sore all over his body.

"It's been too long, and it feels uncomfortable."

Yue Qingqing felt refreshed, and the previous fatigue was swept away.

After getting off the plane, the fashionable teacher handed out the prepared new phone cards to the students.

"Save my new account first, so that no matter what happens, you can still find someone."

After getting off the plane and looking at people with different skin colors around them, the students felt that they were eye-opening and looked around involuntarily.

"Follow me after the meeting, don't lose it, the airport here is quite big."

A girl whispered a little scared: "Teacher, I have always heard that there is chaos abroad, and many people have guns in their hands. Do we usually have to pay attention to safety?"

The middle-aged woman waved her hand, "Everyone is a student of Minghua University, don't copy what others say, you have to see what's going on with your own eyes."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a commotion not far away.

It was accompanied by screams and the clang of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Everyone: "..."

So is that really the case?
The teacher ignored the embarrassment of being slapped in the face, and immediately said loudly: "I don't know what's going on now. Everyone is standing against the wall and coming behind me."

While talking, a flaxen-haired man ran towards this side.

Behind him were several burly men in police uniforms.

Several police officers had guns in their hands, but the situation at the scene was complicated, and it was a place with a lot of traffic like the airport, so they didn't dare to shoot rashly.

"Stop, and shoot if you run again."

"You can't escape, stop immediately, raise your hands above your head, right now!"

"damn it."

The police shouted loudly in foreign languages, but the people in front were deaf.

The man who ran in front looked to be in his early 20s and had surprisingly good physical strength. He almost left the police behind him all the way.

The whole person is as slippery as a loach, using the cover of the crowd to run left and right.

However, not far away, another group of policemen also appeared at the end.

The flaxen-haired man had a bad heart, and looked fiercely at the crowd.

Because of their Asian faces, Yue Qingqing and the others stood out among the crowd of white people.

The flaxen-haired man made his choice with little hesitation.

Prepare to pick one of these Asians as a hostage.

When the eyes of this desperado swept over, many people screamed.

Trembling and trying to hide.

The panicked passengers around had already scrambled and ran, thus freeing up a large space.

That's when the police pointed their pistols at the man and were about to shoot.

A sinister smile appeared on the man's face, and he fiercely rushed towards a particularly beautiful girl with an Asian face.

Yue Qingqing suddenly realized that she seemed to be treated like a persimmon.

(End of this chapter)