Yi Qiqi looked a little uncomfortable, so Lin Fan spoke again.
But this time, Yiqiqi did not show any emotion, but frowned even deeper, opened his eyes slightly, and asked with a little confusion:
"Huh? Every time I ride the roller coaster, it flies up and down, and there's a constant, sinister, piercing aura stirring around. I thought... everyone would feel uncomfortable like me."
oh?
Lin Fan turned his gaze towards the old man and saw that he was also resting with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. However, after hearing what Yi Qiqi said, he nodded in agreement.
"Yeah...it's always like this. When will it evolve to a high-speed train? They say you can pee while standing without tilting your head."
This time, it was Lin Fan who frowned.
Is it like this every time, and there is also a chilling evil aura?
Lin Fan looked out the window, seeing the sky constantly swinging up and down, and layers of mist swirling around.
But I didn't notice any discomfort.
As for the erosion of the evil aura, he didn't feel it at all.
For Lin Fan, the only difference between riding the roller coaster and taking the high-speed train is whether it shakes or not.
This made Lin Fan feel a little dazed. Could it be that he was the one with the problem?
But when I think about it, I feel that it should be impossible. The blood is red after being pricked, and the body temperature is normal.
It was probably because of the many strange things in his contract, plus the powers of several scenes in his body.
This prevents the evil aura from eroding oneself.
This explanation is more logical.
Suddenly, Lin Fan keenly noticed that there was a strange figure floating over a shadow somewhere, and its eyes were staring at him.
"Dog Eighteen, stand in front of the door."
"Okay!"
Gou Shiba sat upright in front of the door of the exclusive compartment, chest held high, staring straight at the weirdness in front of him.
Then the confidence is insufficient:
"Even though they are chasing my life, I am just a dog. Will it be afraid of me?"
Yu Qiqian pushed his glasses and whispered:
"It doesn't matter. According to my guess, your chances of winning are... 50-50!"
After hearing this, Gou Shiba felt more confident and imposing, which made the weird creature afraid to approach.
But Gou Shiba didn't know where his confidence came from.
Life-chasing versus life-chasing, is it rare to have a 50-50 chance?
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