This action frightened the few people who were still taking off their clothes. The first one to react was Meng Fanle. He laughed at the major and said that Shuoyu was just a little shy. Sorry, he would take off his clothes immediately.
Then, Milong and the veterinarian, who had received his gaze, pulled the reluctant Shuoyu and, together with a group of people who were just there to join in the fun, stripped his clothes off piece by piece.
"What are you doing? Just take it off when I tell you to. Why are you a grown man from Northeast China so shy?"
Milong's big hands were not taking off the clothes at all, but tearing them into rags.
The veterinarian was also there to persuade Shuoyu.
"Baby, it's okay, it's okay. I'm naked too, we're all naked. There's nothing to be afraid of. Just let go of your hand."
Even Ayi came up to help (join in the fun),
A group of big men used all kinds of tricks on Shuo Yu who was holding on to his clothes tightly, until Shuo Yu finally stood up with a look of despair on his face, still holding a small piece of debris that he had saved from these "robbers". Now he was only left with a pair of shorts and Chang Feng behind him.
He turned around and looked at the people around him who were laughing and joking. He felt that he didn't want to look at these annoying faces for the time being. He didn't know which one of them had touched him several times while he was taking off his clothes.
"You look quite white, but you have too much hair. You need to perm it."
Shuoyu gritted his teeth and glared at Milong.
"Do you think I'm your old sow—!"
Shuoyu's body didn't have much muscle, but it was well-proportioned and fair, but with a lot of body hair. There were a few big black handprints on his body, and his hair was messed up by someone who deserved to be killed.
Bu La, who was beside him, was ordered to drop the gun on his back.
"What are you carrying that broken gun for? Put it down!"
"...Since I was a kid, I've been in Japan..."
"When we get there, the British masters will give us clothes, and the American masters will give us guns. Why would I carry that rag?!"
Bu La reluctantly put the gun he had finally recovered on his pile of tattered rags. The other guys who also kept their weapons intact followed suit. After all, they were about to get better ones.
Shuo Yu felt the strong wind on his shoulders. Really? He knew he had cast a hidden spell on himself but didn't even bother to mess with my clothes. He just seemed to be enjoying watching me suffer, right?
He looked at the major who had just asked him to take off his clothes, as if he didn't see the sword on his shoulder. He started to have everyone line up and hand out things, a vomit bag made of cloth. Maybe he was worried that someone would get airsick and vomit?
Some people don't know the English above, and think it's a hat or something else.
Each person was given a vomit bag, which was the only thing they could take with them before boarding the plane. Some people were shouting what this was and where were the clothes and guns they were supposed to be given?
No one responded to their doubts. Shuo Yu looked at the vomit bag in his hand and held it nonchalantly. He had never been on a plane. In his modern life, he was more accustomed to taking the high-speed rail because he always felt that planes were unsafe.
In the world of cultivation, he learned to fly with a sword, and travel by flying boat. Besides, there were also spells such as shrinking the earth into an inch and traveling a thousand miles a day. But he had never ridden such a simple "plane".
They stood in the fog, shivering, waiting to line up for the plane. It was very cold even in Zenda on such a morning wearing only shorts.
Doubing smiled and blinked as he moved closer to Shuoyu to keep warm.
"Brother Banxian, aren't you cold?"
Shuoyu shook his head and started to lie to the child with a profound look on his face.
"Have you ever heard of martial arts stories? People like me usually have internal strength. How can someone with internal strength be cold?"
"Brother Banxian, what is internal force? I want to learn it, but it's too cold."
"You can't do it. You don't have the talent. How can anyone learn something like this? But come here."
Doubing obediently moved closer, and Shuoyu placed his hand on his neck, controlling a small amount of spiritual power in his body to flow through his body, helping him to circulate blood, so that he would not feel so cold.
Doubing felt the warmth in his body and smiled foolishly.
"Brother Banxian, you are so amazing!"
Shuo Yu just touched his head without saying anything.
After complaining to his superior about the cold weather, Bu La, who was at the front, learned about the chairman's breakfast. Shuo Yufu wondered if there was any necessary connection between their current coldness and the chairman's breakfast of a glass of water and a biscuit.
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