Chapter 916： Go to Xuancheng

on an off-road vehicle.

Yan Zhixu sat in the back seat. The driver driving in front was tall and thin, dressed in ordinary clothes, but he could smell the aura of iron and blood on his body.

This is coming out of the hail of bullets, otherwise he would never have such an aura.

The car arrives at the airport.

The driver handed her the ticket, "Teacher Yan, Academician Xia asked me to tell you, I wish you a smooth journey."

Yan Zhixu reached out and took the ticket, "I will."

Holding the ticket in her hand, she pulled the mask on her face and walked into the airport, queuing up to check her luggage.

After waiting for a long time, the broadcast sounded.

"Passengers going to Xuancheng, please note that your flight LJ133 is now boarding. Please bring your belongings, show your boarding pass, and board at Gate 2. I wish you a pleasant journey, thank you."

Hearing the announcement, Yan Zhixu got up.

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Line up to board the plane.

The tickets booked are ordinary economy class, and the seating area is usually small.

Yan Zhixu walked under the seat, ignoring the chaotic voices around him, his expression did not change at all, he took out an aviation propaganda book and read it.

After all the passengers boarded the plane, the plane took off. Sitting beside her was a young couple.

The woman looked about twenty-seven years old, and her face was pale and haggard.

The man was wearing a poor-quality suit with a string of slightly thick gold bracelets on his wrists.

The woman was holding an urn in her arms, and tears kept pouring out of her eyes, ticking on the urn.

Strange eyes swept around.

The man didn't know whether he couldn't stand this kind of gaze or was disturbed by the woman's suppressed crying, and couldn't help roaring.

"Why are you crying? It's just a girl's movie. What's there to cry about? You won't be able to give birth in the future. I'm so upset that you're crying and making noise."

"Forget it if you're still dead. It's not the same where you're buried? You have to be cremated and bring it back to Xuancheng, regardless of other people's feelings."

...

The man is still scoffing at people.

The people around who were originally fearful heard his remarks about patriarchal preference and ridiculing his wife, and they all became angry.

Women don't care about men's voices, Xu Shi has long been accustomed to it, and her heart is ashes.

The young mother was holding the urn in her arms, crying non-stop, her face was as pale as paper, and her body was thin, as if it could be lifted off by the wind.

"..."

Yan Zhixu put down the book in his hand and glanced casually at the young mother.

Above the urn floated a girl who was about three years old. She was covered in flames, and she kept shouting that her mother was in pain.

The man's screams were still in his ears.

Yan Zhixu moved his wrist, "You're very noisy, can you shut up? You're still putting more emphasis on sons and daughters, why, do you have a throne or a mine to inherit?"

Hearing her sneering words, the man's unfinished scolding got stuck in his throat, and his face turned blue and white, which was especially ugly.

Someone started, and the rest of the passengers who didn't like this man also opened their mouths.

"This is a proper scumbag. As a father, he doesn't feel heartache at all when the child dies."

"Do you still want to have a son? I don't think this kind of person deserves a wife and children. He can have a wife. I don't know where I lost."

"Miss, my words are a bit ugly. You should divorce quickly. Don't this kind of man get divorced and keep it for the New Year?"

...

The man caused public anger and was scolded one after another, and he was short of breath.

Yan Zhixu glanced at the three-year-old girl, her fingertips overflowed with spiritual power and the flame dissipated.

The confinement disappeared and escaped from the sea of ​​​​fire. The child reluctantly hugged and kissed his mother, and then turned to reincarnate.