Chapter 480 Hey, Bumblebee

Anyang sat horizontally on the window sill of the bedroom in the room, holding an ancient book in his hand.

The diagonally opposite side of the window is Sam's house. The second-hand sports car disguised by Bumblebee is parked in the garage of Sam's house, but he has no time to pay attention to it. His energy is almost entirely concentrated on this ancient book. Simplified text is above the more complex square text.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and raised his head, but he still didn't even look out of the window.

"Luck and Pulse Divine Art!"

This is a secret technique that the world of Shenzhou is blocked in the secret room of the Pure Yangmen Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It contains terrifying power.

The function of this secret technique is to greatly increase the practitioner's cultivation, and it is a permanent increase, and the side effects are so small that they can almost be ignored.

This kind of secret technique, which is tantamount to falling pie from the sky, is naturally not that simple. Think about it carefully, if you really don't need to pay any price, Chunyangmen will not keep it in the dust for hundreds of years.

The so-called seizing luck and taking the pulse is to seize the lifeline of all beings in the world.

Such a method not only harms the people of one party, but also easily attracts crusades from the world and adds to the wind and fire.

It not only harms the living beings in the world, but also brings disasters and demons for themselves. Naturally, such secret techniques cannot be used by people of the right way. Not only can they not be used by people of the right way, but those with conscience dare not use them arbitrarily, so this is a A kind of evil secret technique that harms others and benefits oneself.

But Anyang is different. He has the ability to travel around the world, and he can completely search for other planets and avoid places with the rules of heaven and earth.

And he doesn't have much psychological burden to damage the lifeline of some special origin world.

This secret technique is undoubtedly tailor-made for him!

But at the same time as it contains terrifying abilities, this secret technique is also very complicated. It needs to rely on the blessed land of the spiritual veins, and it also needs to lay down a complicated array of magic. This also involves the knowledge of the geography of the world of monasticism, the knowledge of magic arrays, and incantations. The knowledge of spells is good, but the other two aspects are what he lacks.

Moreover, although he has more than a hundred years of cultivation, I am afraid that the arrangement of such secret techniques is still slightly lacking.

Fortunately, with the biological aid chip, he can offset some of his shortcomings, but it still requires in-depth study to master it.

Anyang was fascinated by the sight, and suddenly heard a dull roar outside, mixed with a little noise, like the sound of an abandoned engine.

He looked away from the yellowed pages, turned his head, and saw through the window Sam and his friend driving out together.

Anyang pondered for a while, then lowered his head and sank his mind into this heavy tome of ancient books.

It wasn't until he finished reading this paragraph that he closed the book with a bang and walked down.

...

Sam drove the Hornet smoothly on the highway, and the co-pilot sat Miles, and their destination was a small lake on the side of the highway.

This lake is very clear, with many tall trees growing around, and the scenery is pleasant. It is often used as a gathering place by many young people or families, whether it is lying here to bask in the sun, have a picnic, or bring a swimming ring in the lake water. A bubble bath is a very pleasant choice.

At this time, there are many young and hot women wearing bikinis playing in the lake, enjoying the sunbathing and the cool lake water, and at the same time showing the proud figure of their diet and exercise to the boys of the same age around them, so that they can make more welcome.

I have to say that when Chinese high school students are still studying hard for the college entrance examination, the high school students in the United States have begun to think about how to sell themselves, how to better attract the attention of the opposite sex, and who they will spend the night with. kind of problem.

These girls seem to be youthful and energetic, but in fact, white people are more mature than Chinese people, and they are only high school students.

And happened to be Sam's classmate.

At this time, the male protagonists Sam and Spider-Man Parker were treated the same when they were in school. They had no sense of existence, were not welcome, and were very miserable. Even the goddess in their hearts did not know him, so when they saw this group of people from a distance When meeting here, I can't help but feel apprehensive.

"Hey Miles, are you sure we got an invitation to the party?"

"Don't worry, this is a lake, it's a public place!"

Sam drove a little closer, and the hot body of the girl playing in the lake was fully revealed.

But at the next glance, he saw the heroine in the plot, also the sexy goddess whom he had a crush on for a long time but dared not confess, Mekara.

Although they are in the same class and often take classes together, Sam's presence is almost zero, and he is old and solid. Mekala doesn't know him at all, and now Mekala is another tall boy in the same class who likes to bully others for fun. girlfriend.

At this moment, an off-road vehicle stopped on a distant hill, and an oriental man got out of the car and stared at this side.

Sam stopped the car, a little surprised: "God, Mekara is here too, Miles, you have to promise me you won't do weird things, okay?"

Before Miles could answer, he got out of the car and tidied up his clothes again, and asked Miles, "I look good, don't I?"

"Yes, you are very nice."

"That's good."

The two walked side by side toward the small lake, where a black off-road vehicle was parked, and the tall boy who always liked to bully his classmates was standing beside the car.

Mekala wrapped her arms around the boy's chest from behind, and her demeanor was very intimate, looking at Sam and Miles with amusing but not smiling.

The boy also saw Sam and Miles. He held a football in his hand, thought for a moment, threw one of them suddenly, and walked towards them.

He may want to show his strength by bullying a weak person, or he may want to gain a sense of accomplishment, in short, Sam is the object.

Miles glanced at the boy's car, sighed in admiration, then jumped towards the tree next to him and climbed up lightly and flexibly.

The tall boy walked up to them with a bad tone: "What are you doing here?"

Sam's expression stiffened. He was thinner and he obviously didn't dare to confront this boy. That would be humiliating himself, but at the same time he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the goddess in his heart. Tree's Miles said, "Well, we're here to climb this tree!"

The tone of his speech seemed to be serious, but no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a cover for his weakness and cowardice.

The boy also glanced, nodded and said, "I saw it, um, it's interesting."

Sam pursed his lips. "That's right."

At this time, Mekara had come over and stood side by side with the boy. Miles had also climbed up the tree and hung upside down with his feet hooked on the branches, like a clown who deliberately expressed himself.

The boy pointed to Sam again. "I think I know you. You played in the qualifiers for the football team last year, didn't you?"

Hearing this sentence, Sam's expression immediately became embarrassed.

Rugby is a veritable violent sport. The strong and the strong are the dominant players in the field, and the physically strong like him is naturally the weakest. In fact, last year he was targeted and fell to the ground in the rugby preliminaries. Not only did he not recover for several days, but he also lost face.

The boy said this on purpose without a doubt, he was just trying to embarrass him!

Sam hurriedly denied it, and unconsciously increased his voice because of his guilty conscience: "No, no, I don't want to participate in the pre-selection. Hmm... I'm collecting information for the book I'm writing."

The boy's face was full of publicity and ridicule: "Really?"

"Yes."

"About what? A messed-up sport?"

Sam smiled and said, "No, it's about football and brain damage."

The male voice's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Sam went on: "No, that's a good book, your friends will love it, there's coloring, there's three-dimensional folds, there's shadows and patterns, it's amazing!"

"The joke you told was really funny."

A stern look flashed across the boy's eyes, and he walked towards Sam.

Coupled with his tall figure, the muscles displayed in the vest undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on Sam.

Just then, an oriental man came across the road and shouted, "Hey, Sam!"

Mekara, who was just about to come out to dissuade her, stopped and looked over with her crystal blue eyes.

Sam turned his head and frowned, "I don't remember knowing foreigners..."

The boy looked at them and sneered: "You better pray that your friend is good at hitting, or I will blow your teeth!"

Anyang approached and asked with a smile, "Sam, I see you seem to be being bullied by a weak chicken!"

Sam was stunned for a moment: "Weak chicken?"

The boy's eyes also narrowed: "Weak chicken!"

Anyang nodded: "Yes, a weak chicken that can be squeezed to death with one hand, you actually let him bully. If I were you, I would give him a slap and let him remember!"

The boy's eyes narrowed again: "You can squeeze me to death with one hand, right? Give me a slap and let me have a long memory, right?"

When he said this, he glanced at Sam in passing.

山姆连忙摇头，为了不在心爱的女神面前挨揍而撇清和他的关系：“不，我不认识他，他说的都是他的观点，与我无关！”

The boy took a deep breath and walked towards Anyang.

Mekara, who was wearing a pink crop top, rushed over to stop him: "Don't do this!"

But the boy pushed her away with a slight flick, insisted on walking in front of Anyang, and stared at Anyang.

Compared with the thin and thin Sam, he is tall and does not have an advantage in front of Anyang, but he wears a vest and looks stronger. He wears a peaked cap on his head, and he has a gangster temperament. For this group of high school students There is a lot of pressure.

But Anyang obviously didn't care, and looked at him calmly.

The boy's chest was heaving, but he was a little afraid, and said viciously: "Asian, are you looking for trouble?"

Anyang ignored him directly, and turned to look at Sam next to him: "See, your classmate is actually strong and hardworking. He just wants you kids to be afraid. You can understand it as a way to gain a sense of presence and harmony. A sense of superiority. He is not a soldier or a professional fighter, has never been on the battlefield or in the ring, has an off-road vehicle, but maybe he has never even touched a gun, and is nothing but physical strength, even if you can't beat it It doesn't matter to him, but as the protagonist, you shouldn't be so cowardly. As long as you are brave, he will respect you a lot in the future. The big deal is just a beating, but it can be exchanged for dignity, so why not do it. "

Sam was stunned. "What are you talking about? Wait, do I know you?"

The boy's face turned blue and then red, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and threw his fist at Anyang.

Anyang didn't dodge, but just grabbed his fist and used his five fingers hard.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking inch by inch.

The boy's face was suddenly pale, cold sweat dripped down, followed by a wailing that seemed to come from his throat.

Whether it was his companion or his girlfriend behind him, he couldn't help but feel deeply terrified.

Sam was even more stunned.

Anyang shrugged indifferently, and said to him in an educational tone: "Look, as the protagonist, you must have the domineering power of the protagonist. As long as you are brave, he is a weak chicken that can be pinched to death."

Sam's friend Meier suddenly fell from the tree and said dumbly, "You must be a Chinese!"

Anyang pursed his lips indifferently, patted Sam on the shoulder and walked towards Bumblebee beside him.

He knocked on the steel plate of this second-hand sports car, making a thudding sound, and the sensitive touch made him feel that this was not ordinary steel.

"Hey, Bumblebee."

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