He was the Demon King of Killing. The deepest part of his soul was surging with bright red blood. It was the most cold and violent killing. He hadn't seen anyone killed in blood for a while. His murderous heart was getting out of control. The Death Sacrifice Hell Star Sword hissed and hummed, wanting to drink blood. @

But Yun Luo controlled himself and just watched the excitement, seeing the level nine man kill another level six two-star level eight fighter. At this time, the last two level six peaks ran away without any hesitation. This was probably the gentlemanly demeanor of the British. The level nine man did not chase them, but just left quietly.

Yun Luo looked for a while without moving. About half an hour later, he chuckled. Only then did the ninth-level being really walk away. Yun Luo returned to the hotel, but it was silent. No one noticed that Yun Luo had been missing.

Koala really likes to play and ask about the nearby scenery. Yunluo realized that the lake area is very large. Although there is public transportation in the middle, Yunluo found out later when he joined the tour group that the shuttle bus runs very rarely. He only saw it once in the whole day. In addition, the whole lake area is undulating, with uneven heights and narrow roads.

It was the weekend, and such good weather in the Lake District was rare, so the British drove out for sightseeing. Cars were speeding in both directions on the narrow mountain road, and many times they had to give way to each other to pass. However, there were many well-equipped cyclists on the road, but the risk factor was self-evident.

More importantly, for travelers who are new to the Lake District, there are many paths in the Lake District, and the area is extremely vast. The height difference between the upper and lower altitudes makes it absolutely impossible to complete the journey by cycling in two days.

The old man's hotel has many rules. Food is not allowed to be brought into the room. The hotel is an old building with a long history. It is relatively clean. Yunluo's room is very small. The width is a small single bed and an aisle. The very small shower is inside the room, followed by half a desk and a wash basin.

The small window in front of the desk can directly see the train station, but it is extremely inconvenient with the constant flow of people, so the curtains are usually tightly drawn. After a short rest, Yunluo put on his backpack and followed the little koala princess, holding a map and began to tour the town. The town was beautiful and quiet. Although the streets were almost crowded with private cars traveling on weekends, it was still possible to imagine the quiet scenery on weekdays.

The shop windows are filled with toys of various shapes, and some exquisitely decorated cafes and simple restaurants are full of tourists, all of whom are leisurely, some are couples, some are families, and some are friends, all of whom are laughing and talking happily, and ordering a bottle of beer, which is really pleasant.

This is a very small town. Following the flow of people, Yunluo had unknowingly walked out of the town and headed for Kendall. The road was almost straight. Later, Yunluo tested it and found that it took about 35 minutes to walk from Kendall. There were all kinds of hotels along the way, some of which were large, but they were all residential houses.

The cutest thing is the various blooming flowers. It seems that the British love beautiful gardens wherever they are. No matter how large the land is, they will plant various flowers or lovely plants, which makes Yunluo's journey colorful and brilliant. Koala also took Yunluo to take many beautiful photos.

It is not difficult to find that almost every household in the lake area is engaged in the tourism industry. There are many exquisite small buildings along the way and the rooms look very beautiful. Most of the doors are already full of tourists' luxury cars, and there are signs saying "full" at the door. There are all kinds of cars along the way, and sometimes you can see a few supercars.

What is different from China is that in China, where supercars are usually driven by inexperienced young people or brightly dressed women, in Britain, they are all middle-aged men. What is more worth mentioning is that from time to time you can see one or two vintage sports cars with old styles, bright colors, and very good maintenance, which are much more eye-catching than those modern supercars with streamlined lines.

The British also seem to be keen on such classic vintage car styles.

Kendal has more tourists than the other small towns, and most of the shops are larger. The closer to the lake, the more ice cream shops there are, with a wide variety of flavors, many of which are labeled as British-style handmade ice cream. As a domestic tourist, Yunluo couldn't resist the temptation and tried one, but didn't know how to explain it.

Compared to this kind of handmade ice cream, the common brand of Magnum is actually better. Kendall is located at a relatively high altitude. As we walked along, we could already see the azure blue lake in the distance. The lake was bustling with people, many of whom were just sitting on the benches, stone steps, or lawns by the lake, eating ice cream.

Some were feeding the flocks of swans in the lake, and the terns that flew over were bold enough to snatch food from the swans' mouths. Families were rowing boats in groups of three or four, and there were also couples walking hand in hand, but most were small families, young couples with cute children, most of whom were dressed in unique styles and ran ahead of their parents.

Parents in the UK do not worry as much about their children as parents in China. Yunluo often sees children as young as two playing in the distance while their parents walk slowly behind them. Even if the children accidentally fall or run to the lake to see swans taller than themselves, their parents will not rush over to stop them.

Yunluo thought, maybe the Westerners' ability to think independently and the concept of self-reliance can be reflected in the family's attitude towards children from an early age. A little sister and sister wearing green skirts and cute hats were looking at the swans and shouting excitedly. It seemed that their grandfather was leading them. However, the little girl turned her head and surprised Yunluo.

The snot was almost overflowing into the little girl's mouth. Yunluo ran up and gave the grandfather a tissue. The grandfather was surprised when he saw it. He immediately wiped off the transparent gelatinous substance around the little girl's mouth and nose, then said with a smile that she had just finished eating ice cream.

When walking from Kendall to his residence, Yun Luo saw the restaurant mentioned earlier, which was the worst Chinese food he had ever eaten in his life. Yun Luo had encountered the same situation in France. What disappointed Yun Luo was that many Chinese who had already taken root overseas did not bring the real Chinese culture and real food with them.

Instead, they use cheap gimmicks and rough materials to fool foreigners who come in to try. It's really unacceptable. Most of the Chinese flavors overseas are just like this.

I tried the famous British dish fish and chips for the first time at a street fast food restaurant in Kendal. At first, there was no sauce like others. The fish and chips were delivered in a large portion. The crispy fries exuded a fragrance, and the large pieces of fish were wrapped in fried starch.

After a few days of baptism in the UK, Yunluo has basically gotten used to food with no taste, and has gotten used to bland sandwiches or roast chicken dipped in barbecue sauce, sometimes without even the basic saltiness, which was unbearable for Yunluo in the past. No oil and no salt makes food taste like chewing wax.

But after a few days of walking and eating, Yun Luo felt relaxed and refreshed. It was conceivable that the oil and salt in traditional Chinese food really brought a lot of burden to daily life, but Yun Luo didn't realize it at that time. He peeled off the shell of the fried fish and tasted the fish meat.

Yun Luo's face immediately turned ugly. The fried fish inside was dry and had no moisture or tenderness of fish meat. It didn't even taste salty. It only had a smell of fried food and the unique fishy smell of sea fish. There was really no other way, so he went into the store and bought another large portion of curry sauce. He poured it all in and ate it. It felt a little better.

Even in such a frugal trip, Yunluo still lost most of the fish and chips. It was still early when Yunluo and Koala returned to the hotel. It seemed that Asian tourists particularly loved this hotel. It seemed that the rooms next to Yunluo were filled with Indians. You could still vaguely hear them chatting at night.

Although it was still dark in the lake area, as soon as it got dark, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Yunluo also drew the curtains tightly, and the only sound outside was the occasional barking of dogs from other houses.

Most of the time when Yunluo was lying in bed, he would listen to music and try to slowly fall asleep. During the trip, Yunluo did not have any dreams. He always woke up when it was just dawn, but Yunluo could not fall asleep again and had to pretend to sleep and wait for the dawn.

I got up early and had breakfast in the hotel. Each table in the small restaurant belonged to a different room. Yunluo's table was at the corner. After I sat down, the old shopkeeper asked Yunluo what I wanted. Yunluo asked for a more substantial full English breakfast and white bread. Obviously, British bacon is not the same as that in China.

Domestic bacon is tender and thin, and most of it is filled with a lot of white fat that melts as soon as it is heated. However, British bacon is thick, with a high proportion of lean meat, and the meat is hard and chewy, and of course full of pork flavor. Generally, a piece of bacon needs to be chewed for a long time before it can be swallowed whole.

So Yunluo secretly decided to exchange the bacon for an extra fried egg for breakfast, but unexpectedly this also created another episode during the trip. The hostel provided a total of 4 routes. After a quick look, route A seemed to pass by more lakes, waterfalls and other natural attractions, so Yunluo chose route A.

Probably because the lake area was particularly busy on Saturday, when the hostel's lady boss told Yunluo that the driver and guide for Route A was the boss' grandfather, Yunluo couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Firstly, he was so old and his legs were not flexible, it was hard to imagine him driving and explaining at the same time.

At the same time, during the two days of getting along, although the old man was relatively polite, one could vaguely feel the stubbornness and difficulty in communicating that are unique to old people. Of course, later in the trip, Yunluo also discovered the root cause of these problems.

Apart from Yunluo and Koala, the other passengers on this route were two groups of Indians from different places. Coincidentally, one of the Indians was led by a man wearing a sky blue turban, and he was obviously a Sikh. He worked as a surgeon in London, and this time he brought his friend who is a doctor in India and his friend's girlfriend to visit the Lake District.

The other group of Indians were engaged in health consulting. During the drive, the old man said he was a military doctor. Together with Yunluo Koala, almost all the people in the car were engaged in the medical industry. Later in the middle of the journey, two fat girls from the United States joined us and they turned out to be researchers in the pharmaceutical compound research laboratory.

The old man was driving very fast and was obviously a little anxious. He said that he had never seen the lake area so busy as he drove along the mountain path.

Having learned from the experience of traveling in the Scottish Highlands, Yunluo specifically asked the old man to let Yunluo and Koala sit in the front row of seats so that Yunluo could enjoy the scenery from a wider range through the colorless windows in front and take a few photos through the glass from time to time. Later, when Yunluo was sorting out the cameras, it was proved that this choice was wise.

The beauty of the Lake District is no less than that of the Scottish Highlands. The stone-paved roadbed has a very long history. Even in the most desolate areas, the roads are flat and well-built. Unlike the western part of Yunluo Mainland, the roads are bumpy and uneven, and there are even no roads in some places.

The vehicle passes a high slope and a turn, perhaps in front of it is a blue lake, dotted with stars in the sun, bypassing a small tree ridge and slowly winding up the mountain. The quiet lake is right at hand, and the tall trees may not block the open view, but there is an elegant beauty of being in the mountains.

Sometimes it is an open grassland, still dotted with cute white black-faced sheep, and the graceful ancient branches are also particularly beautiful against this colorful world.

Along the way, the old man kept making the same joke with us while introducing the place, "Look, since Miss Porter bought this area, no one is allowed to build anything. You see there are no boats, no Chinese restaurants, and no Indian food. How great." He said the same thing when we passed another bend of the lake.

Although I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, because he was old and I could see that this job was very hard, and Yunluo also knew that it was not easy for such an old man to get up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for us, and then have such a hard day, so whenever he spoke, Yunluo always nodded in approval, supporting him to continue speaking, and put on a focused attitude.

This trip lasted until the afternoon. The old man received a few phone calls, which roughly meant that two girls wanted to join us midway, so the old man dropped us off in a nearby town, asked us to have a meal, agreed on a meeting time, and then hurried back to pick up the guests.

The place where we parked was a lovely nursery. There were all kinds of flowers and ornaments inside, which was very cute. After passing through the garden and a restaurant decorated in white, Yunluo and Koala walked straight to an old church. The church was very old and very small. But a great man was buried here. Yunluo walked slowly into the church. The towering trees in the garden almost blocked the strong light from the sky. There were many crosses scattered inside.

The tombstone is not inside the garden. Instead, you have to walk down the steps and under a very tall fir tree, there stands a tombstone that cannot be simpler. On it is engraved his most famous poem "Daffodil". The tombstone faces the shore, and a quiet stream flows behind it.

He was like looking up at the church becoming a bridgehead, with rays of sunlight shining on this quiet corner. This was the beautiful and quiet world described in the poem. Even his favorite daffodils were still blooming beside him, year after year.

Koala ordered a chocolate brownie and sat at an aisle table in the small cafe, but the beauty of the surroundings made it seem like a waste to lock oneself in the house for afternoon tea. Staying outdoors in the bright sunlight, with the gentle breeze and bright sunshine, everything was so lovely.

The meeting time was approaching, Yunluo and Koala returned to the flowerbed near the parking lot. The Indian tour group had already returned in groups of three or four, and the tour guide's car had not been seen until the meeting time. During the idle waiting period, Yunluo was still busy, pulling out his camera to take pictures of the flowers in the flowerbed one by one.

But maybe because the light was too strong, Yunluo found it difficult to create a sense of difference and depth of field between the foreground and background under strong light. The Indian fellow tourists were very enthusiastic. Seeing Yunluo taking pictures alone, they waved to Yunluo to come over. The Sikh with a blue headband spoke first. He was very curious about how Yunluo knew this place and came alone.

Another fellow traveler asked Yunluo, saying that traveling was really cool and he also wanted to do such a trip. Then Yunluo turned to look at his wife, smiled slyly and said, "Oh, no, you can't."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Since Yunluo was a fan of Indian movies, he curiously asked about Indian movies. They were happy to talk to him about movie stars, but their love for Indian movies was not as high as Yunluo had imagined. Perhaps they were more willing to watch Hollywood blockbusters now.

However, another girl said that she saw a TV program that broadcast a group of Bollywood fans in China. They could sing songs from Indian movies and were crazy about chasing stars. Yunluo had actually heard about this. They called the famous movie star Shah Rukh Khan "Shasha".

We waited for half an hour before the grandfather's white van appeared. We got on the van in twos and threes. The grandfather's van had strict rules and did not allow us passengers to touch the door. We had to ask him to open the door before we could get on and off. At that time, an Indian fellow traveler reminded the grandfather: You are late.

The old man looked very calm and said that he had come as soon as possible because the journey was too long. After getting on the bus, we knew the reason why the old man was late. There were two more American girls on the bus. Later in the trip, they were all very lovely people. Although they were very big, they were all optimistic and cheerful.

The old man didn't seem to feel guilty about keeping us waiting, but when we visited the stone circle later, he apologized to the two American girls in a friendly way for keeping them waiting when he went to pick them up.

But what Yunluo couldn't understand was that he used our effective travel time to take on extra business, and instead didn't show any apology for our delay. He even felt a lot of apologies for the passengers who joined us midway, which was really uncomfortable.

Everything that happened afterwards did prove this, but Yunluo realized it late. On the way, Yunluo was still thinking that the old man probably didn't have lunch because he ran back and forth like this. Every time he was announced to have free time, Yunluo suggested that he go eat something early. He thought it was very arrogant to say: I eat very little. I don't eat much. I don't like to waste time eating.

At dusk, we finally returned to the hostel. The Indian fellow tourists drove their cars back to their own hostels, and the American girls also drove back home. Yunluo was so hungry that he turned around and ran to the cafe in the center of the town as soon as he got off the car, ordered a pizza and started eating.

The experience gained along the way told Yunluo that in European countries, ordering sandwiches and pizza is the most reliable and economical way to eat. The taste will not surprise people too much, and the price will not surprise people too much.

The next afternoon, Yunluo and Koala were about to leave the lake area. In the morning, Yunluo just had breakfast and prepared to store his luggage. He went to the train station to buy a return ticket, and then walked to the lakeside of Bowness to sit for a while until he said goodbye to this lovely place.

The traditional English breakfast included beans, hash browns, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms and toast. Yunluo got up early on the last day to have breakfast. It was the shopkeeper who asked Yunluo whether he wanted white or black toast. Yunluo ordered white toast because Yunluo, as mentioned before, was not used to the local bacon.

So Yunluo told the grandfather that she wanted a full English breakfast, but she wanted to replace the bacon with fried eggs. The grandfather said with a frown, if you replace the bacon with fried eggs, it is not a full English breakfast, you have to order one by one, that is, do you want hash browns? Do you want beans? Tomatoes? Mushrooms?

So Yunluo followed the old man's instructions and reported the other things in the English breakfast again, but he said bacon was eggs. Then the old man walked away. But when Yunluo finished the food on the plate, Yunluo's toast was not served. After a while, the old man ran up and asked, "Don't you want toast?" Yunluo thought that these were enough to fill her up, so she shook her head and said, "No need."

It seemed that four Chinese girls checked in upstairs yesterday and were also having dinner downstairs. The girl in the lead, who spoke a little better English, was responsible for ordering food. As a result, she encountered a similar problem as Yunluo. The old man insisted that the girls order the items in the set meal one by one, and they could not say which ones they didn't want or change them. Yunluo could only lower his head and shake his head.

After carrying the luggage down from the second floor and leaving it at the front desk, Yunluo started walking to the train station. However, what surprised Yunluo was that it was already 9 o'clock, but there was no staff at the train station. The door was wide open, but he didn't know where to buy tickets. Just when Yunluo was getting anxious, he saw an old lady wearing a red vest, with silver hair, kind eyes, and beautiful light green eyes.

Yunluo walked up to her and asked her why there was no one at the train station. Yunluo wanted to buy a ticket. It was not until she opened her mouth that Yunluo realized how old she was. She was dressed neatly, with a bright red vest and a very delicate brooch on her chest. She was leaning on a cane. Due to her old age, she spoke very slowly and with a hoarseness that is unique to the elderly.

The old lady replied: Oh, is there no one in the station? I live in the next village, so of course it’s not too far from here, but I’m not familiar with the train station. I wanted to come here to buy some salad, but it seems the store isn’t open yet.

Yunluo suddenly realized that maybe the person who needed help now was not Yunluo, so Yunluo quickly ran to the supermarket next to him to take a look. Sure enough, the lights in the supermarket were off, there was no one, and the door was closed. Yunluo turned back to tell the old lady that it seemed that the supermarket was not open either.

The old lady said: "Oh, that's too bad, you can go to the tourist center and ask them, but even if you don't have a ticket, you still have to take the train, do you understand dear?" Yunluo was sweating coldly at that time. Yunluo said that Yunluo had just come from the direction of the tourist center, and there was no one in the tourist center. He thought secretly: Of course I have to take the train, but how can I take it without a ticket!

British people are generally very polite when driving. When they see someone trying to cross the road, they will stop and wait for the passerby. Sometimes, even if the traffic light is red and pedestrians cannot cross, some vehicles will stop and signal to let pedestrians cross first. When mentioning this, I have to give a thumbs up to the British people's humanistic qualities.

However, there are exceptions to this courtesy, or when it fails. The busiest time in the Lake District is the weekend, when the British people go on vacation. If the weather in the Lake District is good at that time, the roads in the Lake District will be crowded with people, anxious and eager to reach their destination.

After waiting for a while, no car was willing to give way for grandma to cross the road. With the energy of stopping cars in China, Yunluo waved the white strategy in his hand, stepped out halfway, stopped the approaching car, and raised his thumb to express his gratitude to the stopped car. He helped grandma cross the road step by step, and after saying goodbye to her, Yunluo turned back and ran all the way to Bowness.

Just like the first time Yunluo arrived in Bowness, the riverside was full of tourists and there were cruise ships floating on the lake. Yunluo found a bench that was not in the sun and sat down, sitting close to the groups of swans. After careful observation, Yunluo found that swans were not as elegant as people always described. It is understandable that their beautiful long necks were always bent in a subtle arc.

With their tiny heads and white wings, they would occasionally reveal their greedy nature in front of tourists. Yunluo also saw a few little swans that had not yet shed their gray down. Although their bodies were not much smaller than adult swans, as long as the little swans tried to eat any food from tourists, the adult swans would bite them with their mouths and drive them away.

As for the swan's beak, its lethality was indeed higher than Yunluo had imagined. There was still half a pizza in her handbag that she hadn't finished eating yesterday, so Yunluo walked in front of the swans and took out the pizza wrapped in plastic wrap on a plastic plate from her bag. However, when the pizza just passed the swans' eyes,

What Yunluo saw was a group of swans standing up one after another, and then moving towards Yunluo in groups. Although their speed was not fast, each of the little heads on the elegant long necks were staring at the greasy pizza in Yunluo's hand. Only when they were so close did Yunluo realize that the adult swans stood up and raised their necks, which were probably as high as their chests.

Yun Luo was really a little scared when a large group of swans approached Yun Luo in this manner. The swan closest to Yun Luo was obviously the leader. Before Yun Luo could open the package, he bit the plate with his mouth. Yun Luo carefully tore off the plastic wrap. He took out the pizza. I don't know if it smelled the smell, but the swans took another big step forward.

Yunluo tore off a large piece of food and prepared to feed it to the swan, but unexpectedly, the swan used its beak to eat Yunluo's finger as if it were a sausage. This happened over and over again, and a large piece of flesh on Yunluo's finger was rubbed off. However, the swan, which had eaten the food, became more and more bold, and before Yunluo could tear off the food, it had already raised its head to snatch it.

Yunluo panicked and swung the pizza out. Naturally, the pizza was killed instantly. Yunluo's escape from the queen also caused everyone to laugh. I don't know if this can be considered as being robbed by a swan. Koala stood by and watched with a smile, and did not come to help. Yunluo looked at the little princess's smile and smiled gently in his heart.

As long as she is happy, that's all. (To be continued...)