Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 22: The King of Potato Chips and Television

"Sister Sui, I found it."

After the performance, in the Chen family's private car, Zhou Sui picked up her mobile phone and browsed the email sent by Zhou Ze. This email recorded all the public information about Russell's life from the orphanage to the present.

Zhou Sui browsed quietly. For a moment, the only sound in the carriage was the crunching sound of Zhou Lingling chewing potato chips.

"There is no problem with the information. He looks like a young and promising entrepreneur." After a moment, Zhou Sui put down his phone and rubbed his eyes, which were a little sore due to excessive concentration during the operation of the vehicle.

"But if he is just an ordinary person, why would fate choose him?" Liu Ziyue was puzzled.

The six of them shared the information, so Zhao Ze naturally would not send the email privately to Zhou Sui alone.

"Maybe he awakened without knowing it, but just didn't show it. Next time we meet, I'll use the Dragon Stone to test him." Zhao Ze guessed.

When the show ended, they left their contact information with each other so that they could get together again when they had time.

At this moment, a message suddenly popped up in the group of people. It was sent by Zhu Lang, saying that they had discovered a new scale in the suburbs.

……

Let’s not talk about what Zhou Sui thinks.

Russell encountered some unexpected situation on his way home.

Originally, he was riding the subway just fine. He only needed to change lines and ride two more stops to reach the subway station where the hotel was located. However, the moment he got off the subway at the transfer station, the scenery in front of him changed drastically.

Everything on the platform was made to look old, as if it had existed in the last century.

The next moment, the ground began to shake, and a dazzling light suddenly shone out from the deep tunnel. The train entered the station, making a harsh sound as it rubbed against the rails.

The subway Line 1 that was supposed to arrive had disappeared, replaced by a dilapidated old train. The fluorescent tubes above his head made a "hissing" sound that made his scalp tingle, as if they would explode at any time.

If Russell hadn't been familiar with the original novel, he would have thought he had traveled into some horror world, but in fact the situation was almost the same. He encountered the worst situation.

I have to say, his day was full of coincidences. His mother opened the door for him by coincidence, and he came home by coincidence.

First, he met the same person three times in a row at different times and places. Then, among the 147 platforms on nine lines in Beijing, he happened to be the one who stepped into the Nibelungen.

It’s hard to bear...

After making a self-deprecating remark, Russell did not choose to board the train, but instead ran towards the end of the subway according to the route map on the platform.

To be on the safe side, he hid the evolution drug injection in his sleeve, ready to force-inject it at any time.

At this time, there is no point in worrying about whether there are any side effects. The most important thing is to save your life.

Russell continued to move forward with the light from the flashlight on his mobile phone.

According to the rules of the Nibelung, he should encounter groups of sickle-weasels and a sickle-weasel queen later.

To be honest, he is not afraid of this thing. If a real fight breaks out, it will be a question of who will eat whom.

But the plot did not develop as he expected. Suddenly, he felt a palpitation, as if he was being watched by some great being.

Then, two huge lanterns lit up in the distance. They were a pair of eyes, true dragon pupils, gleaming with the brilliant gilded light of lava.

A ferocious giant head then emerged, with pieces of scales covering its head, shining with luster, sharp and hard, appearing hideous, rugged, ancient and solemn.

This is a dragon head!
Fenrir, one of the twin kings of earth and mountains.

The blue-black scales opened slightly and then slowly closed, starting from the dragon's head, accompanied by the sound of deep breathing, like ripples on the water, rippling backwards one after another, wave after wave.

There are several bone protrusions of different lengths on both sides of Fenrir's dragon head, with a metallic luster. It is an incomparable beauty, a dark beauty, a majestic beauty, a deep beauty... It is simply impossible to describe it in any words!
He looked down at the stranger who had intruded into the monarch's territory. His dragon head lowered, and he moved slightly closer to the stranger. A flash of doubt flashed across his huge pupils, and then he spread out his huge black membrane wings and said in a low and majestic voice, "Sister's taste, did you bring any potato chips?"

The smell of sister?
Russell remembered that he had tried to capture a breath of Xia Mi at Suzhou Airport.

"If we don't have potato chips, how about tater tots? And New Orleans chicken wings." Russell raised the plastic bag in his hand. The KFC logo of Uncle Sam with a chef's hat was so conspicuous.

This was given to him by Zhou Lingling before she left, saying it was a meeting gift between new friends. In return, Russell also gave him a bag of Qia Qia melon seeds.

"The potato chips are not tasty, and neither are the chicken wings." Fenrir shook his head, and disappointment flashed in his huge golden eyes.

"Come on, this is KFC." Russell pointed at the bag in his hand with wide eyes. When he was a kid, why would he eat potato chips when he had KFC?

"I only eat potato chips." Fenrir shook his head firmly.

"Well, how about I bring it to you next time? What flavor do you like, barbecue, tomato, or original?" Looking at the lost look, Russell felt a sense of guilt for no reason.

"Tomato, tomato-flavored potato chips are the most delicious thing in the world." Fenrir said in a deep voice like a king.

Bullshit, barbecue flavor is the best...

Russell coughed and thought, forget it, why should he argue with a kid.

"Watching TV?" Fenrir asked again.

As he spoke, he raised his dragon head, and while searching for the TV, he seemed to accidentally reveal all sorts of strange things piled underneath.

Piles of bottle caps, cigarette paper shells, compasses, colorful wrapping paper were sorted...

A pair of big eyes sparkled, as if a child was waiting for praise and appreciation.

Russell thought of the cat he had in his previous life.

"Did you collect all these? It must have taken you a long time." Russell sat next to Fenrir and asked curiously.

"Soon, twenty years." Fenrir turned on the TV with a smile on his face. He was very satisfied with Russell's reaction.

The TV screen was full of snowflakes and the signal was very poor. The TV screen was playing "The Gambler" by Stephen Chow.

"How often does your sister come back to see you?" Russell asked, patting the huge dragon head beside him.

"A long time, a month, but every time she comes back she brings me delicious potato chips." Speaking of his sister, Fenrir's face was full of joy, and there was a hint of pride in his tone, as if he was showing off.

But as he laughed, his tone turned dejected again: "I've already finished the potato chips my sister brought me last time. It'll take another half month for the next one."

(End of this chapter)