Gardada's airport looked a little old, but there was a lot of joy in the air when dancing with the Indian dancers.

Most people in India believe in Hinduism. As one of the three main gods of the religion, Shiva is the god of destruction and the god of dance. The people's reverence for Shiva is also reflected in their love for dance. There are many festivals in India, and when they encounter celebration occasions, all kinds of sing and dancing skills come in handy. In addition, dance is a common language and is very conducive to communication, so dance is deeply loved by the Indian people.

Although it is not clear what these Indians want to do, Xiao Yang has confirmed that they have no malicious intentions.

And from their smiles, Xiao Yang could feel their positive and optimistic attitude towards life.

but……

Yunluo, you are enjoying it too much!

Xiao Yang really wanted to wake up the president who was completely lost in his second pose.

Also, don’t learn Coco!

Xiao Yang hurriedly pressed Coco's little hand that was rising with the singing.

...

Finally, the song and dance were over.

"Gardada, welcome you!"

The Indian man walked up and said to Xiao Yang and others.

When Xiao Yang heard Chinese, he was very surprised and recovered from this large-scale awkward dance scene.

At this time, the man smiled and said to Yunluo: "Little Angel, your dance is quite good. Through himself, it interprets all things. It is the cutest posture in the world."

Yunluo was very proud after hearing this.

Xiao Yang was very shocked. Following the man's praise, Xiao Yang inexplicably gained a wave of reputation.

It is estimated that people at the airport like Yunluo and the others very much, and Xiao Yang who was accompanying him was recognized.

Later, Xiao Yang realized that the man was the manager of Gardada Airport. He often sang and danced casually, and welcomed guests from afar.

During this process, Mo Xi didn't say a word until he walked out of the airport...

"As I expected, it passed smoothly."

"Through? Teacher, what do you mean?"

"That man should be from the 'Three Songs and Dance Team'."

“Three Songs and Dance Team?!”

"That is, the Indian Superpower Organization, similar to the Chinese Superpower Association and the American Free Society."

Damn! Does A San Ge’s psychic group even have such a unique name? It’s actually called the San Song and Dance Group?

"Without official documents, we elites of the Chinese Superpower Association are prohibited from entering India. If I get off the plane alone, I will most likely be directly targeted by the San Song and Dance Troupe for investigation. Now that I have brought Yunluo and the others, he will completely let it go. After all, no one would have expected that the elites of the Chinese Superpower Association would come here with three little luoli."

When Mo Xi explained this, Xiao Yang was extremely suspicious. He believed that this was probably what Mo Xi thought of temporarily. After all, this calculation did not conform to the character of Mo Xi's Yanlong Society.

But Xiao Yang did not continue to worry about these things. When he came to India, he had to face a huge problem, "Do you know how to speak Indian?"

"No, I'll give this to you." Mo Qian handed Xiao Yang a pair of headphones.

"This is?"

"The convenient translation headphones developed by Bai's Consortium can help you understand languages ​​in various countries."

"It's useless to just understand. How should I communicate with locals?"

"Just speak Chinese, some people in India can understand Chinese."

"They can still speak Chinese?! Are the San Ge so talented?"

"After the arrival of the sacred tree, India was in chaos. The American Freedom Association took the opportunity to intervene, hoping to support the puppet government and secretly occupy the resources of this land. Our Chinese Superpower Association helped the San Song and Dance Troupe. After many years of stalemate, the San Song and Dance Troupe finally won. Because of the influence of this incident, people in India can now understand some simple Chinese and English."

"There is still this?"

“The San Song and Dance Team is very friendly to Chinese people.”

Mo Xi said this, Xiao Yang was embarrassed to steal A San Ge's tree jade fruit.

After walking out of the airport, Xiao Yang experienced the customs and customs of Gardada.

There are many strange things on the street, riding overloaded motorcycles of ten people, porters with cargo stacked on their heads into skyscrapers, and hawkers who threw pancakes into outer space and caught them.

Everyone's style of painting is very acrobatic, and the little luolis were also very happy to watch it.

Because the little luoli are so cute that they are foul, they have attracted a lot of attention along the way, and they look like little stars.

But this did not facilitate them to continue to move, so they entered a local clothing store...

Mosie put on a traditional long skirt, put on a sari on her head, and covered her face with a veil.

But her charm has not decreased by a point, but she has become more charming.

Xiao Yang only changed into clothes that suited the local style and learned to wrap a headscarf.

In order to conceal the identity, the little luolis have to change their clothes completely, and they have to dress up as blue children.

Coco looked at himself in the mirror with a headscarf wrapped in the headscarf and hugged his head, feeling very confused.

Yunluo poses in front of the mirror, but she feels that she is still missing two beards.

Xi Wei kicked the corner hard and lost her temper.

She doesn't like clothing of this color, nor does she like a hornet-wool-like headscarf on her head, she is not ladylike at all!

After changing the style and leaving the clothing store, they also incorporated into Gardada's painting style...

...

Another flight arrived at Gardada Airport and a gray-haired man got off the plane.

His bangs were very long, almost covering his eyes, his face was pale, as if he had a serious illness. The strangest thing was his lips, which were obviously not applied with lip gloss, but were dark and gray.

The man who had danced for Yunluo and the others before soon noticed the suspicious character.

He walked forward quickly, and was about to show his ID to check the man.

But at this moment, a breeze blew, blowing a few strands of hair on the suspicious man's forehead.

The inspectors of the San Song and Dance Troupe's airport were stunned immediately, and the gray-haired man walked past him calmly.

The inspectors recovered after the gray-haired man disappeared at the airport.

He glanced left and right, looking confused, "What's wrong with me?"

...

The gray-haired man walked into the streets and alleys of Gardada and bought a piece of flying cake from the vendor in a skillful Indian language.

The gray-haired man opened his mouth and bit the light yellow flying cake outside.

If anyone saw his tiger teeth, he would be shocked.

Because it is sharper than humans can have.

Knock, the outer puff pastry was crushed.

The gray-haired man tasted the tender fragrance of the meat and couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the corners of his gray-black lips.

If you look closely, you will notice that his tongue is very slender.

After eating the flying cake, the gray-haired man took a deep breath of satisfaction and looked at the crowded streets of Gardadada, a little intoxicated.

"Gardada, I'm Akshay back..."

He raised his hands and gave a strange praise.
Chapter completed!