Chapter 786 Mind Reading

After hearing Lei Hu's words, Miao Zilong was a little doubtful and asked, "A master proficient in witchcraft? Brother Lei, is this reliable?

With the prosperity of modern science and technology, except for some extremely individual events, people can use science to interpret almost all natural phenomena. It is not like more than a hundred years of myths that have always interpreted some unexplainable phenomena.

Therefore, whether it is the strange gate in China, or the magic and black witchcraft that prevailed abroad a few centuries ago, have become decline, and most of the people who are really able to do so are also hidden in the folk, silently inheriting inheritance, which is rarely known to the world.

Although Miao Zilong is also an old Jianghu, he still has no access to the mysterious level. He has no chance to see Chinese strange gates or foreign witchcraft at all, so he is quite disapproving with Lei Hu's words.

"Brother Miao, how can what I saw with my own eyes be fake?"

Lei Hu's face changed and said, "Although Ye Tian is young, his cultivation is unpredictable, and he is also proficient in strange magic. If you insist on dealing with him in ordinary ways, my brother will not accompany him."

Although he hates Ye Tian to the bone, Lei Hu is still self-akoned. Because of Ye Tian's lofty position in Hongmen, as long as he takes action, he must kill Ye Tian, otherwise he can't bear the serious consequences.

"Brother Lei's words, how can I not believe it? I don't know where the master you are talking about?"

Miao Zilong's city is very deep. He was not angry because of Lei Hu's words. Instead, he said with a smile, "Brother Lei, I don't know how long Ye Tian will stay in Cape Town. If he leaves, we will lose this opportunity in vain."

Song Xiaolong's loss of power in front of Song Weilan also implicated Miao Zilong. He can only nest in Cape Town with Song Xiaolong, so he is also quick to get rid of Ye Tian, although now he needs to rely on the power of Leihu. But if Lei Hu insists on not cooperating, Miao Zilong will also make up his mind to deal with Ye Tian.

Thunder Tiger waved his hand and said, "She is now in Egypt, just a few hours away from Cape Town. I'll contact her now, and I should be there in the evening!"

Ye Tian's combat effectiveness in Hongmen and what Lei Hu later learned made him think about how to deal with Ye Tian over the years. It was also a very accidental opportunity to meet this person, but Lei Hu put a lot of effort into her.

"That's good, Brother Lei, please. With the master invited by Brother Lei, Ye Tian's boy can't escape this disaster!"

The destruction of the Tianlong mercenary regiment in those years made Miao Zilong's heart lingering. Although he did not believe in witchcraft and black magic, he was cautious. Since Lei Hu said it, he would rather believe it.

After returning to the room and making a phone call, Leihu came out with a full face. He said, "Yes, she can come over at night, Brother Miao. Let's pick him up at the airport later.

Miao Zilong smiled and said, "No problem, Brother Lei, don't worry. Naturally, I dare not neglect the people you invited. Come by the way, I still have to ask my brother for some questions..."

Miao Zilong's attitude made Lei Hu very satisfied. Since his father retired in Hongmen, no one has been so respectful to him for a long time. At present, he has a three-point smiling face and discussed some problems in boxing with Miao Zilong.

At seven o'clock in the evening. Thunder Tiger and Miao Zilong arrived at Cape Town International Airport in a black Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car.

Ten minutes after the arrival of the class from Egypt to Cape Town, the Thunder Tiger, standing at the exit of the airport, suddenly took a few steps forward and came to a man. He said, "Medanna, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for your help!"

"Mr. Lei, please call me Jiangshan. I saw such a sentence in a book: Beauty is like jade, and the country is like a picture. Am I a beauty?"

The man in front of Leihu spoke fluent Chinese, but Miao Zilong, who was standing behind Leihu, was as if he had just stepped on dog shit. His face was extremely ugly. He reached out and pulled a handful of Leihu behind him and said in a low voice, "Brother Lei, you... the master you said, difficult... Is that her?"

Although Miao Zilong's voice was not loud, it was enough for the man to hear it, which made Lei Hu feel very shameless. His face suddenly pulled down and said, "Brother Miao, as the saying goes, people can't be seen in appearance, and the sea water can't be measured. Although Medana can't be called a master It's true."

"And the master? That's my little brother's presumpt.

After hearing Lei Hu's words, Miao Zilong's face looked better, and his eyes at the man became much softer.

In fact, it can't be blamed on Miao Zilong. It's really surprising that the person comes, because the person standing in front of Leihu is a woman.

If there are only ten women, Miao Zilong will not be so gaffe. You know, among the three most difficult people in the world, except for the elderly and children, the rest are women.

The key is that this woman is also too young, because she has a Chinese face. The two horn braids on her head and the pure white face show that she will never be more than 16 years old. Standing with Leihu, she is like his daughter. In the eyes of Miao Zilong, she naturally feels extremely ridiculous. Yes.

"We gypsies don't care about the eyes of you people, but Mr. Ray, if you ask me to help him, forget it."

The girl did not seem to be fully mature, less than 1.6 meters tall, but she was old-fashioned and directly expressed her dissatisfaction with Miao Zilong.

"Gypsies? You...aren't you Chinese?"

Miao Zilong was stunned again when he heard the words. The little girl obviously had a Chinese face. How could she call herself a gypsy?

For gypsies, Miao Zilong, who has lived overseas for a long time, is no stranger. This is a wandering nation. Five centuries ago, after they migrated from northern India, they became homeless. They made a living by selling arts or giving people divination, and have been living in caravans and wandering in European countries.

Because they are mobile and have a unique tradition of not marrying foreigners, it is difficult to integrate into the local society and are often unpopular. Most gypsies have a very difficult life.

Despite the large population of gypsies, their lives are relatively scattered. Just like what happened to Jews in history, they have suffered a lot.

During World War II, Hitler sent 500,000 gypsies to concentration camps to kill. It was not until 1979 that the United Nations officially recognized gypsies as a nation. However, after the end of the Cold War, the gypsies in Central and Eastern Europe were seriously excluded, and their identities were not recognized. Survival is threatened.

So although the Chinese people's status abroad is not very high, they can still maintain a certain sense of superiority to the gypsies. Therefore, Miao Zilong looked at the little girl and became a little strange again. In his eyes, the gypsies are like those who do fortune-telling on the streets of China. The guy.

"Where am I from and what does it have to do with you?" The little girl curled her lips, and it was not until now that she showed a look similar to her age.

"Do you look down on me because I'm young?"

The little girl suddenly narrowed her eyes and stared at Miao Zilong and said, "You have to do a very bad thing, and you have begun to plan and implement it. You don't have to look at Mr. Lei. He didn't tell me this. This is... my ability!"

The little girl's words changed Miao Zilong's face, who was still disdainful, and blurted out: "Your ability? Can you know what I'm thinking?

Although standing in the crowded airport, Miao Zilong suddenly felt a burst of coldness, and a chill gushed out of his heart. The temperature around him seemed to drop a little. The little girl's smile in front of him seemed to become a little mysterious.

"Yes, this is mind reading. What you know about mind reading by adding numbers and showing patterns in the crystal ball is just the lowest level. It's just a game!"

The little girl smiled confidently, and then said, "I will forgive your rudeness. There are too many fools in the world. You can know your own shortcomings, and you are not a hopeless person."

The fifteen- or sixteen-year-old childish face, facing the old-looking Miao Zilong, the little girl seemed to teach the younger generation a lesson, and the atmosphere around her suddenly became a little strange.

But Miao Zilong, as the person concerned, did not dare to say anything to refute except for shock, because what the little girl just said was what he thought in his heart, just like he gave his heart to the other party.

"It's terrible. How can there be such a person in the world?" Facts speak louder than words. The little girl's short words subverted Miao Zilong's cognition. When he looked at the little girl, awe suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"I have nothing to be afraid of. Any strong adult can kill me."

The little girl said calmly, "But those who kill the prophet will suffer bad luck. I think... You won't do such a thing, will you?"

"No, of course not, Medana... No, Ms. Jiangshan, welcome to Cape Town. The car is already waiting outside."

After hearing the little girl's words, Miao Zilong lowered his head. He didn't want the girl and Lei Hu to see the frightened look on his face.

You know, just now, there was indeed a trace of the idea of destroying the girl in his mind, but he didn't expect to be seen by the other party immediately... It's going to be the Spring Festival. There are too many things, and the fat man can only guarantee one update every day.

Well, friends who don't have books to read can read "Golden Pupil", with 4.2 million words, which is enough for everyone to spend the Spring Festival. Come on, the monthly ticket recommendation vote for the prime minister!

. RQ