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Text Chapter 221 Everything is a coincidence

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    "But, in the final analysis, these seem to be just our guesses?" Ren Ruanruan still hesitated.

    She looked at the carriage gradually coming into view in front of her, and said to Wang Wen: "Could it be that we think too much about everything, in fact, the World Tower has no intention of targeting us at all?"

    Wang Wen said lightly: "Of course they won't deliberately target us. How idle is it? There are so many tower climbers in the world who must target us?"

    "Ah?" Ren Ruanruan and Zhu Xingguo looked at each other, and asked strangely: "Then what are you analyzing all the way?"

    Wang Wen looked at the carriage and smiled: "I hope to be targeted, so that I have some bragging rights, but it's a pity that this is not targeted at all."

    He pointed to the carriage not far away, and said to the two of them: "This is a tower climber who is openly obstructing all speed-passing. After all, with our tower speed, we may have already threatened a thousand floors."

    The voice did not fall.

    The wheels of the carriage in front suddenly burst into flames, and then quickly climbed up to the shelter of the shed, and soon became a "train".

    Zhu Xingguo and Ren Ruanruan were dumbfounded, and stood there completely dumbfounded.

    Some things cannot be explained. Once explained, many things that seem to be coincidences will become so abrupt, weird and wrong.

    A distraught man sprang from under the wheel.

    Desperately beat the carport.

    Wang Wen also immediately sprinkled golden rain to help put out the fire.

    It's a pity that the fire started too fiercely, even if the fire was extinguished quickly, the horse rope was burned, and the frightened horse ran away without a trace.

    There was only one person left beside the dark and disintegrated carriage, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.

    Zhu Xingguo approached Wang Wen and exclaimed: "This is too exaggeratedMaster, you don't want to say that these are all caused by deliberately blocking us, right?"

    "No." Wang Wen shook her head with a half-smile, "I believe everything is a coincidence."

    He stepped forward and comforted the crying man, "Don't cry, the old one won't go and the new one won't come. Think about it, you will have to spend a lot of money to buy a new car and horse. Are you in your mood?"  Much more comfortable?"

    The man was crying until his heart broke.

    Hearing Wang Wen's comfort.

    Almost died on the spot.

    Looking back at Wang Min with wide eyes, he couldn't say a complete word for a long time.

    Wang Wen raised a gold cake and gestured to him: "Look, gold, oh, I dare not use it for you."

    He took out another handful of copper coins and handed them to the man: "You can use these copper coins, right?"

    The man was just about to say something.

    Wang Wen put away the copper coins again: "No, if I give you the money, you have to buy a car and a horse again. It's a waste of time, so let's forget it."

    The man stared at Wang Wen with an ugly face and asked, "What do you want to do? Are you here to make fun of me?"

    Wang Wen shook her head: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to ask why your car caught fire."

    Hearing this, the man's eyes dimmed.

    The voice was low and annoyed: "It's windy outside, so I thought about using the car to cover some wind and hide inside to roast some cockroaches to satisfy my hunger. Unexpectedly, the fire burned the roof directly. If luck is not serious, disaster will come again."

    "So." After listening to the beginning, Wang Wen knew that everything was a seemingly coincidental nonsense, so he didn't continue, and asked himself: "We are going to save Xiantai, do you have any other way to get us back?"  Deliver it to the destination before dawn, and this golden pancake is yours, or it can be exchanged for an equivalent amount of copper coins."

    The man's originally dim eyes lit up cracklingly.

    Rolled his eyes vigorously.

    He slapped his forehead and said, "Wait a minute, I'll borrow a horse mule! The speed is no slower than a horse!"

    Wang Wen doesn't care what method he uses, as long as he can get there.

    Seeing the man running to the largest big stone house in the center of the village, he knocked on the door and entered.

    After a while, a donkey-like creature was pulled out from behind the house, and it trotted happily towards this side.

    Ren Ruanruan couldn't help complaining: "This pavilion chief takes all kinds of business?"

    The man led the mule to the cart.

    With his hands and feet, he quickly dismantled the burnt rope, reconnected it and tied it firmly, and skillfully put it on the mule.

    Looking at the dark carriage, Wang Wen frowned and asked, "Is this car still usable?"

    "Why not?" The coachman patted the board and said loudly: "The shelves are all good, but there is no cover, so don't worry about it if you are in a hurry!"

    The three looked at each other.

      Get in the car silently.

    The coachman half-enthusiastically helped the three of them into the car and sat down. He squeezed himself on the car board, pulled the rope with both hands and shouted "Go" triumphantly, and the horse mule slowly pulled the car and started to move.

    I ran for a while.

    Zhu Xingguo in the carriage looked at the shed with air leaks everywhere, and asked Wang Wen cautiously: "Master, you said that the progress is not consistent now, will our journey be very difficult? This car will not fall apart halfway, right?"

    The voice did not fall.

    The whole car creaked very obediently and drew the wind.

    It didn't take long for a wheel to fly.

    Wang Min: ""

    Zhu Xingguo: ""

    Ren Ruanruan: ""

    The coachman hurriedly pulled the mule to a stop, and turned around to "save" the three distinguished guests, but saw the three of them sitting firmly in mid-air.

    His eyes widened in shock.

    Wang Wen said blankly: "Don't be surprised, we are people in the rivers and lakes, how could we not be able to fly, look at the car."

    "Oh!" The coachman felt that this made sense, so he quickly responded, jumped out of the car and chased after the wheel.

    After finally chasing the wheel back, looking at the three people in the car who were motionless, he asked softly with some embarrassment: "Can you get out of the car and help carry it?"

    Seeing the driver holding the wheel and the seemingly omnipotent rope, Ren Ruanruan said uncertainly: "You don't plan to repair the car here, do you? Is there any need for this car to be repaired??"

    "Yes, yes." The coachman nodded again and again, looking confident.

    Seeing what he said, Wang Wen lifted his palms up.

    The car seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible giant hands and lifted into the air.

    Regardless of the shock, the coachman waved his hands underneath and directed: "Lower, lower."

    After about ten minutes.

    The car was on the road smoothly.

    The mule was fed some biscuits and apples by the boring Ren Ruanruan.

    Very hi.

    Walk like flying.

    It didn't take long for the entire carriage to fall apart.

    Wang Min: ""

    Ren Ruanruan: ""

    Zhu Xingguo: ""

    Driver: ""

    "It's weird, it's usually fine!" The driver stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his trouser legs, and carefully studied the frame to see if there was any possibility of putting it back together.

    Wang Wen stopped the driver impatiently: "Okay, don't worry about it, isn't it just mental power?"

    He clasped his hands together and pushed forward as if releasing Kamehae Qigong.

    A completely new carriage appeared on the flat ground.

    Except for the bearings and other parts that must be moved, other parts that can be integrated are all integrated, and those that cannot be integrated are also fixed with iron plates and nails.

    A carriage made by a Pomon-level mechanism master.

    More nimble, stronger, and lighter than the driver's old one.

    Looking at the brand-new and shiny car, the driver was drooling as he stroked the frame with fascination and envy.

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