When the plane arrived in Lhasa, Xing Luo also got off the plane. The middle-aged man also sneered at Xing Luo and left immediately.
Walking out of the airport, Xing Luo also felt the tense atmosphere and some auras appearing in the east.
Seeing someone selling big cakes on the roadside, Xing Luo walked over and said with a smile: "Boss, give me five big cakes."
"Okay." Hearing that Xing Luo was talking to him in Tibetan, the big cake seller was slightly stunned, and then responded with a smile. He packed five big cakes and gave Xing Luo the change.
After taking a bite of the hot flatbread, Xing Luo also felt a little warm in his stomach.
"Hi, little brother, you just came from another province, right?" The boss saw Xing Luo leaving in no hurry, and then saw the gray short-sleeved shirt he was wearing, and couldn't help but ask.
Xing Luo also chose a place to stand closer to the boss. Since the boss came here with a cart to sell pancakes, there was no place to sit. Xing Luo also smiled and said: "Yeah, I didn't look at it when I came out.
The weather forecast says it’s a bit cold, but I’ll warm up after eating a few pieces of cake.”
"Here, I'll give you a cup of hot milk to warm you up." The boss also smiled kindly, got a cup of hot milk, and handed it to Xing Luo.
"How much?" Upon seeing this, Xing Luo hurriedly wanted to pay for the bill.
"Hey, hey, a cup of hot milk isn't worth much, and you took care of my business early in the morning, so it's just a gift." The boss quickly stopped him, held Xing Luo's hand, and put the hot milk on Xing Luo.
in hands.
"Okay." Feeling the warmth coming from his hand, Xing Luo nodded helplessly.
"Go and buy some thicker clothes after you finish eating, otherwise it will be bad if you freeze. You young people, if you don't pay attention to your health just because your bodies are still strong, you will regret it when you get old."
The boss said with a smile while making the pie.
"It doesn't matter, I am also a martial arts practitioner. Uncle, you are married, right?" Xing Luo smiled and said.
"Oh, yes, but that kid at home is disobedient and makes trouble all day long. I don't know how long my old bones can last." The boss shook his head helplessly and said with some worry.
Xing Luo also smiled and said, "Uncle, what is your son's name?"
"Erqiguan." The boss smiled slightly and said, "Where should this little brother come from? There are only a few tourist attractions in Lhasa, so why not travel alone?"
"I'll call you Uncle Er." Xing Luo nodded and said, "I was called here for a trip."
"Huh?" Uncle Er'er was slightly stunned. He looked around and saw no one around, and then said, "Little brother, I can tell you, Lhasa has not been very peaceful recently. Terrorist organizations like the Tibetan Youth League know that, right?"
, there have been several suicide terrorist attacks in Lhasa, I advise you to leave if nothing happens."
Hearing Uncle Er'er's words, Xing Luo smiled nonchalantly: "I've heard of it, but I don't think I will be so unlucky."
"boom!"
Just after Xing Luo finished speaking, there was an explosion inside the airport. The glass outside caused all the remnants of the explosion to fall down, making a series of crackling sounds, and the ground couldn't help but tremble.
trembling.
At the moment of the explosion, Xing Luo also reached out to support Uncle Er, stabilized the car, opened his eyes to see through, and looked inside the airport. He saw several young people holding grenades in their hands, constantly pointing toward the glass.
Throw it over.
Terrorist attack!
The full name of the Tibetan Youth Association is the Tibetan Youth Association, hence the name, and there are many young people in it, but these usually go out to participate in some terrorist attacks, and the real leader is secretly instigating it.
"Little brother, run away. I'm used to seeing these things. As long as you don't make a sound, they won't care about you." Uncle Er'er stabilized his body and said quickly.
However, when Xing Luo glanced at the young people inside, his eyes suddenly shrank, he looked at Uncle Er's face again, and let out a slight breath.
After drinking all the milk, Xing Luo loosened his bones slightly and said with a solemn expression: "Uncle Er'er, you'd better go home first, business is not going well today."
"What's wrong?" Uncle Er'er was also slightly shocked. He had seen this kind of thing too many times. When he turned to look at the airport, the young men who threw grenades also ran out. However, when Uncle Er'er looked at it,
When he saw the faces of those young people clearly, they all froze there.
Shaking his head helplessly, Xing Luo patted Uncle Er's shoulder, picked up a few small stones, and threw them directly behind the knees of the young people.
As the screams rang out, Xing Luo quickly ran over, picked up the clothes of the six young men, and dragged them to Uncle Er'er.
When Uncle Er'er looked at the young man who had his head lowered and looked somewhat similar to himself, tears welled up in his eyes, and his originally thin body was even more trembling.
A young man who looks somewhat similar to Uncle Er'er, when he sees Uncle Er's face, his whole body feels as if lightning has struck his head.
"Is Erqi crowned?" Xingluo looked at this young man. When he saw this face with his clairvoyant eyes, he was slightly stunned. His son participated in the terrorist attack on the Tibetan Youth Congress. This made the always simple man
Uncle Er'er was also a little hard to accept.
"Who are you and why are you with my father?" Although Erqiguan did not dare to raise his head in front of his father, he had a cold and stern expression on strangers, especially those from other provinces.
Since participating in the Tibetan Youth Congress, the idea that Tibet should be independent has emerged in his mind. Therefore, he has always held a hostile attitude towards other provinces, that is, Chinese people.
"Bang."
Xing Luo kicked Er Qiguan on the shoulder, and the latter was bounced to the ground with a heavy sound. Uncle Er Qi was also a little anxious, but Xing Luo held down his shoulder.
Although he didn't know what Xingluo was going to do, Uncle Er was very cooperative and didn't say anything. Because his son participated in the Tibetan Youth League, he was deeply shocked when he was asked to find a father. Every father did not want his child to go on an unfavorable path.
On the way back, the same goes for Uncle Er.
"I heard that people from the Tibetan Youth Congress are very good at fighting. They can throw grenades and carry out suicide attacks. I came here from other provinces to meet with you. Get up and fight with me." Xing Luo kicked another one away.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, he kicked the third young man away again.
For a moment, the remaining three young men were also afraid of Xing Luo.