I Can Become a Treasure by Picking Up Garbage

With the dawn of the next day, Lin Hong got the oil and poured it directly into the helicopter's fuel tank.

The fuel required for helicopters is generally kerosene. Although oil is expensive, even if there is a drop of oil and one or two gold, it can be directly used as fuel, but it is a bit wasteful.

"Little fox, let's go now." Lin Hong took the driving seat, called the snow fox, and started the helicopter.

As the helicopter rose slowly, Lin Hong looked at the snow fox family below through the window, and suddenly sighed, while the snow fox in his arms was unhappy.

"Why not happy?"

Lin Hong controlled the helicopter, went straight to Beiminglin's house, and asked the little fox.

The little fox lay in Lin Hong's arms, and said embarrassedly: "Wow, Master, I want to have a name..."

"It's not easy. As a fox, how about calling fox words if you can speak words?"

Lin Hong smiled softly, just one name, very easy to pick, but when the little fox heard the name, he immediately shook his head: "Nonsense? Master, can you change it."

"Then let me think about it, you are all white, why don't you call it Fox White?"

Lin Hong's inspiration flashed, and Xue Fox didn't resist the name, and directly agreed.

Then, after a full half day passed, they drove out of Daxinganling, which made Lin Hong couldn't help sighing: "Daxinganling is really vast."

As he said, he suddenly found that the ice and snow under the land was gradually decreasing because it was already close to the border. The climate here was different and it began to rise gradually.

This caused Lin Hong to take off his quilted jacket and put on a shirt.

"Nine days have passed since I came out of the county seat..."

Lin Hong continued to drive the helicopter, but involuntarily smiled bitterly. There were only fifteen days left in the twenty-four days left. There were so many twists and turns on the road.

Fox Bai lay lazily in Lin Hong's arms, and raised his head at this moment: "Wow, Master, it's so boring..."

"Don't worry, it will be here soon."

Lin Hong smiled softly, his eyes kept turning to the distant land. Soon, as some man-made buildings came into view, he quickly parked the helicopter on the ground, so as not to be found by others.

When he walked out of the helicopter holding Fox White and backhanded the helicopter back to the storage ring, he couldn't help looking at the Beiming Lin's home in the distance, and he was relieved.

Finally, we have arrived...

This place is not far from Beiminglin's home, but only a few kilometers away. Lin Hong is going to walk this distance and visit it as a sign of respect.

He didn't intend to enter under the name of Lin Changsheng's son, but as a fortune teller.

Thinking like this, he has changed into a suit, wearing a silver-white wig, and a mustache under his nose.

Lin Hong looked at Fox Bai who was jumping on the ground, he smiled: "Hu Bai, let's go."

He really looks like a fortune teller in this outfit.

Lin Hong then asked Hu Bai to get into his clothes and not come out, and then walked a few miles on foot, and finally stopped at the gate of Bei Minglin's house.

"Quite ancient charm..." Lin Hong couldn't help sighing. The entire Lin family, covering an area of ​​tens of kilometers, made Lin Hong feel that he had come to ancient times, whether it was decoration or layout.

On both sides of the gate, there were two Lin family disciples guarding the gate. They saw Lin Hong and came quickly.

"What are you doing!"

One of the Lin family's disciples shouted directly, already pulling out the long knife from his waist in his hand.

Lin Hong looked at them and smiled softly: "Fortune teller."

"Fortune teller? Wild mountains and wild mountains, what are you doing here for fortune telling?"

Another Lin family disciple picked up his shoulders and looked at Lin Hong teasingly, obviously not believing it.

Lin Hong didn't care: "I count your current Patriarch, and there is a disaster."

"Interesting...Then you are just telling me, our two brothers, why do you believe in you?"

The two Lin family disciples couldn't help laughing, and looked up and down Lin Hong.

This is the Beiming Lin Family. Lin Changsheng, the Patriarch of the Lin Family, although he has not yet reached the realm of Grand Master, he is also the pinnacle of innateness. But this fortune teller said that their Patriarch will be in disaster?

Lin Hong smiled softly: "Your Patriarch, called Lin Changsheng, is fifty years old this year and has two moles on his chest. If these are not enough, I can continue talking."

"Something... Then you count, the ages and names of the two of us."

The two Lin family disciples glanced at each other and believed that they were eight minutes old, but their casual mention made Lin Hong trouble: "The two of them are dragons and phoenixes. I want to talk to your Lin family Patriarch, and I hope to announce."

"Why, can't you figure out the ages and names of our two brothers? I see you, it's not fortune-telling at all. Say, what is the purpose of coming to the Lin family!"

The disciple holding the long knife looked cold, and Lin Hong had completely worn him out.

Before Lin Hong could speak and explain, the Lin family disciple had already rushed to the front and cut the long knife in his hand sideways. It seemed that he was about to cut Lin Hong in half. Naturally, Lin Hong would not stand stupidly. He chopped.

I saw that Lin Hong called out to throw a gun, directly raised it, and blocked his long sword: "Why use force?"

"Hmph, everything in my Lin family speaks by force. If you can't beat me, you don't deserve to talk to me!"

The Lin family's disciple snorted coldly, took the long knife back, and then another stabbing in the backhand, but Lin Hong easily dodged it and swept directly at the Lin family's long knife with a spear.

Hearing a cry, the long knife suddenly fell in half.

"Now, am I worthy to talk to you?"

Lin Hong smiled lightly, it seemed that humans and animals were harmless, and the disciple who had broken the long sword, backed away, and ran away without looking back.

Another Lin family disciple on the side suddenly rushed up.

No way, Lin Hong had to fight.

As he defeated the Lin family disciple, a team of people rushed out from the Lin family.

"Big brother, it's him, he's here to make trouble!" The disciple who opened the door before turned out to report a letter. At this moment, he stood beside the big brother in his mouth and pointed at Lin Hong.

"I am a fortune teller, not a troublemaker. Let me see your Patriarch."

Lin Hong frowned slightly ~www.wuxiahere.com~ I thought these people couldn't understand what they were saying, but when he finished speaking, the big brother twisted his neck with a sneer and took out two sticks with one arm from behind: "See our Patriarch, are you worthy too?"

His name is Lin Jun, the big disciple of the outer sect, and he is called the big brother by the disciples of the outer sect.

Lin Hong frowned: "You want to fight me too?"

He wasn't afraid of anything, he just felt that the bloodthirsty in his heart was ready to move, and he didn't want to fight it down.

Lin Jun nodded as expected: "You don't know where you came from and hurt me. I naturally want to ask for an explanation."

"It's not just an argument, why use force?"

Lin Hong still frowned, somewhat helpless.

Lin Jun stared at Lin Hong, holding a short stick in each hand: "Because what I want is your life!"

After he finished speaking, he came to Lin Hong's side almost in the blink of an eye, which surprised Lin Hong, because this person turned out to be of innate realm!

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