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Primitives join the game: 36. The most beautiful scenery on the road to becoming stronger (two in one)

Speaking of...American cities that come to mind.

Los Angeles definitely holds its own.

Not only is the world's most famous star-making workshop "Hollywood" located here, it is also the largest economic center in the western United States.

There are so many reasons to visit this city.

but.

This man is a special case.

He came here on a "pilgrimage".

I got up at four in the morning, changed into sportswear and went for a run.

Putting aside his increasingly old face at the age of 60, his meticulous attitude and willpower to carry out his plans to the end are really like those of professional boxers!

After returning to the hotel at six in the morning, the man hugged his virtuous wife who had prepared breakfast for him, and then dragged his tired body to take a shower.

At the dinner table, the wife asked in confusion, "We will be at the airport to welcome the distinguished guests soon, but not only do you not stop jogging in the morning, you even intensify it, spending more time and energy than before. Honey, I am very curious about what you are thinking about?"

The man smiled and said nothing.

After breakfast, I changed into the summer clothes that can be seen everywhere.

He stared at himself in the floor-length mirror and suddenly said, "I have been practicing long-distance running since I was 15 years old. I run 30 to miles every week."

“在竞选得克萨斯州州长之前，我曾在休斯敦市参与一场马拉松比赛，在全长8:36/英里的比赛中得到3:44:52的成绩。”

“Later, I channeled my energy into something greater.”

“The result was a historic defeat.”

"You are right, dear... It is not decent to receive others in such a tired manner, especially a national guest, but you have overlooked one point."

His wife, standing by, looked confused and asked what it was.

The man turned his head and smiled brightly.

He has a slightly tired and old face, with teeth that are not very white and neat and even a little yellow, and is dressed like an American street uncle.

All of this is by no means handsome or beautiful.

But he seemed more confident than anyone else.

It's not because he is the supreme leader of the free country under his feet, but because -

"——Different countries, nationalities, and cultures have different ways of entertaining each other."

"It is only fitting to show my physical ability to greet the 'VIP' who is at the top of the pyramid in this field."

For some reason, the wife suddenly felt that the husband who was with her day and night was covered with a layer of golden light, just like... those believers who kept bowing and moving forward towards the holy place in their hearts.

No one would label such people as "stupid" because what they do goes far beyond the scope of smart and stupid.

Although those who are still immersed in fame, wealth and power do not understand, they instinctively realize that they are doing something great for life.

It felt like a person drank a bottle of poison and everyone was scolding and mocking his stupidity, but that person didn't die. Instead, he drank ten bottles of poison and everyone was shocked.

The man ignored everything and drank more poison.

Everyone fell silent, and gradually began to feel that they were the stupid ones.

This is so similar to a hero who grows up through hardships.

The wife smiled with relief.

"George, you're right."

……

The last day of May.

Eight ten in the morning.

A special plane arrived at LA International Airport.

The area several hundred meters outside a certain terminal had already been cleared, with a cordon set up and special police on standby, completely like the treatment for a presidential trip.

Actually.

The president was actually there.

George stood next to a convertible stretch limousine with his wife and twin daughters.

The two daughters, who are nearly 30 years old but are still "bad girls" at heart, were very excited. They had a lot of dark histories, such as being fined for underage drinking, smoking in bars, and speeding, and were originally unwilling to participate in overly serious diplomatic occasions.

But this time is different.

The man who came was the well-deserved "God of Rebellion" in the eyes of bad boys and girls in America... and even in the world!

Just the mention of existence at a party would make people excited to the point of madness. They would not miss any relevant information and would print out every photo as a poster and stick it on the head of the bed.

They were so happy when they suddenly learned that their idol was returning to the United States and his parents were planning to pick him up at the airport.

Banana and Zhanla have never been so grateful for their fate, grateful that their father is the president, and grateful that they were born into such a privileged family.

I even didn't sleep well in the past two days. I kept posting messages on international dating websites and couldn't stop interacting with friends, just to show off and share my inner joy.

This behavior also made them "famous" on the Internet in various countries, and they were called "filial daughters."

Just as Banana and Zhan La were whispering about how to ask for autographs for themselves and their friends, a group of people walked out of the empty terminal hall.

That presence can no longer be described simply as "astonishing".

Just like the wind suddenly blew, and someone sat on the chair behind me...

It was as if a larger magnet was attracting the surrounding iron sand.

Everyone looked over at once.

Stand in awe and in unity.

A group of people came from far away.

Not many.

There are only three women and one... a being that is hard to be confused with.

No matter how outstanding a woman's appearance and temperament are, she will undoubtedly pale in comparison to the leader, and all her brilliance will be covered by shadows.

It doesn't refer to shadows.

Despite his tall stature, his shadow is also very long.

But that shadow is by no means such a simple thing.

But it means...visual impact!

Linga was wearing a pair of sunglasses, his hair was combed back into a slicked-back style, and he was wearing a floral shirt, beach pants, and beach shoes. He looked like a traveler on a summer vacation, but there probably aren't any humans with purple-red skin in this world, right?

"It may not be long, but welcome back to America, my friend."

George took the initiative to come forward and say hello.

"You are becoming less and less like a president."

Linga took off his sunglasses and looked around.

George shrugged. "People often say that, but as the most athletic president the United States has ever had, I have absolute confidence that I will live longer than them."

"Do you also want to be the 'strongest'? I'll be your target."

"Please do this."

Hear the words.

Linga smiled without saying anything and shook the right hand that George extended.

Although the sizes are not equal, the sight heights are also not equal.

But their eyes were looking at each other, as if they wanted to keep a beautiful scenery in their hearts.

George then introduced his family to Linga and mentioned the purpose of his visit in a humorous tone.

"This is my wife Laura and my two daughters Banana and Zhanla... Although I know there is no need to cheer you up, I think it is still very commemorative and educational for me to witness your success again as a friend."

Coincidentally.

George's side also consists of one man and three women.

However, the performance was quite "unbearable".

As the first lady, Laura was able to maintain her composure, but the twin daughters just looked up at Linga, speechless.

The idol was indeed seen.

But this appearance is very different from the last time I came to America.

Purple-red skin, completely black whites of the eyes, and completely white pupils.

The visible muscles are slightly swollen, and a large number of veins are wriggling back and forth in the body like earthworms. It seems that you can hear the "gurgling" sound of blood being transported, and the heartbeat is also very obvious, as strong and powerful as a locomotive engine.

The visual impact of this demonic appearance is so great that it is impossible to appreciate the outstanding personal charm of Kusakabe Asako, Julia, and Kazami Kazuhime.

In America, where classic Western ideas such as superheroes, heaven and hell are deeply rooted in people's minds, the posture of the linga can only make people think of pure "devil".

Although they are not disillusioned yet, Banana and Zhanla do need some time to adjust their mindset.

Linga got into the car with his three "followers".

The convoy started and slowly headed towards Hollywood.

In the spacious roofless carriage, Laura handed everyone drinks to suit their tastes, but when it came to Linga's turn, it was a little special.

Just pick up a bottle of red wine, unscrew the bottom of the bottle and use it as a goblet filled with wine, tilt your head back and drink it all in one gulp, as easy as drinking oral liquid.

I finished five bottles in a row before slowing down, letting the wine roll on my tongue and releasing the best taste through movement.

Looking at Linga, whose skin was the same color as the wine, George smiled and said, "This is red wine produced in Marin County. It's better quality than the one you used to take a bath in before."

"So...if you are still bathing in other inferior wines and accidentally dye your skin this color, then I advise you to switch to the one you are drinking now."

"How dare you make fun of me? Did I drink too much and hear wrongly?"

Responding jokingly, Linga raised his arm and glanced, then said casually: "Bodybuilders must abstain from water before participating in competitions. I am just using my own way to close the gap between me and the professionals."

"As expected, no matter how unfamiliar or untried a field is, it can't faze you."

George was not surprised, but mentioned another interesting thing.

"You are like an omnipotent god, you know? Recently, there has been a wave of ideological movement among the Indian people. Just like I picked up the movement again, they also picked up the belief in Lord Shiva again."

"There is even a wealthy person who has funded the construction of a statue for you. It has not started yet, but if it is successfully completed, it will definitely become the most beautiful scenery in New Delhi, and all of this comes from you."

“Even if faith is revived…why is it Shiva?”

Kusakabe Asako was quite puzzled.

"Well, I can only say that it has something to do with Mr. Linga's name."

George explained politely.

I don't know what he is deliberately avoiding.

Most of you here have only a vague knowledge of Indian mythology.

Asako Kusakabe, Banana, and Zhanla were about to secretly take out their phones to search the Internet for relevant news when they heard Kazemi Kazuhime whisper, "This is probably because the name 'Linga' represents the symbol of Lord Shiva in Indian mythology."

"Legend has it that when the universe was first created, Brahma and Vishnu met Shiva and disagreed about the size of his symbol, so they agreed to measure it. Later, Vishnu admitted defeat and acknowledged Shiva as the 'strongest', but Brahma said that he had discovered its limit and found evidence to prove that he was not lying, which resulted in Shiva's furious curse."

"Of course, the main reason behind this is the conflict between the belief in Brahma and the belief in Shiva. Because they both have the nature of reproduction and creation, they naturally want to determine who is superior."

"Ms. Kusakabe, I suspect this matter involves Mr. Linga's personal reputation, and I hope you can take it seriously."

With even stronger curiosity, Asako Kusakabe looked up the Indian mythology related to "Linga" and couldn't help but gasp. This is really... If things go wrong, India may follow in the footsteps of America, and the outcome will only be even more serious!

"Mr. President, can I ask what kind of statue they are planning to build? Is it the kind commonly worshipped in Shiva temples and homes across India, or is it mainly the Linga himself?"

“I think it should be a combination of both.”

George spread his hands.

Everyone looked strange.

That's true. If you want to regain your faith with the help of others' reputation, you naturally need to mix elements. It's very common to confuse different gods together. The same method can also be used in struggles between factions with different ideologies.