Chapter 195 Crazy Abilities

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"Uncle~ Are you really the 'God of Dangling Lake'?" Sun Youmiao gnawed on the apple, blushing and kept secretly looking at Wang Yan.

Being handsome has a strong affinity with little girls, and within a few minutes, Uncle Wang's Wang character disappeared unknowingly.

Wang Yan peeled an orange, the sweet and sour taste made him articulate, and joked with a smile: "Why? You don't look like it!?"

"Like, it's really similar, even the name is the same. I, I didn't dare to ask you before." Sun Youmiao nodded hurriedly with a blushing face, "Also, I think you are more handsome than the one in the photo."

"Is there?"

Wang Yan smiled and touched his face, then sighed in melancholy and said, "Oh, I become a little handsome every day, what should I do?"

"Heck!" Sun Youmiao couldn't help laughing because of his teasing, "Uncle, you are not as cold and unapproachable as the rumors say. I must tell my classmates later that they really like you."

"Really?" Wang Yan deliberately pretended to be amazed, "I didn't expect me to be so popular? Then, Miao Miao, do you like uncle?"

"I like it, uncle, you must sign for Miao Miao, sign a few more, and envy your dead classmates later."

After laughing and making trouble, the girl temporarily forgot her troubles and melancholy.

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"Xiao Li." Feng Yuande coughed twice, sipped his tea, and said leisurely, "You are exaggerating, and you know that our East China Branch has a lot of talents and can give Miao Miao a better environment for growth. Well."

Li Fanming, with a Chinese face, didn't have the slightest demeanor at this time, blushing and staring and said: "Old Feng, although you are a senior, you can't rely on your old age to sell you old. But Sun Shu is a member of our Central China Branch, and his daughter certainly belongs to us." Central China Branch."

"Hehe, Xiao Li, what you said is wrong." Feng Yuande straightened his face and said righteously, "The reform and opening up has long been carried out, and it has been synchronized with the world. Do you think that it is still the old society that eats people but does not spit out bones? Oh? , the child born in the long-term worker's family is also a long-term worker in my family? Residual feudal thinking is unacceptable."

"Hey, Lao Feng, please don't give me an account." In order to win over Sun Youmiao, Li Fanming even came out with Lao Feng, blushing and argued, "Of course our National Bureau of African Affairs is not a feudal society bureaucracy. It is a government department that defends the country. Our old comrade Sun Shu died, and his children should join our Central China branch, so that they can get better care from colleagues and make contributions to the country and the people.”

"You also said that our duty is to protect our family and the country, where is it not to protect our family and the country?" Feng Yuande took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner, "Oh, it is possible that according to what you mean, in your Central China branch is For the sake of the country and the people, will you be turned into a scourge of rice bugs when you come to our East China branch?"

"You..." Li Fanming almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!

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"Uncle, can you show me your flame power?" With Wang Yan's bit by bit efforts and the sedative effect of some drugs, Sun Youmiao's mood stabilized a lot, and she entered the happy relationship with Wang Yan. During the interaction.

"no problem."

After eating the last piece of orange, Wang Yan snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

A red flame sprang out from the fingertips, and the flame danced coquettishly, making people dazzled. Immediately, he closed his palms together and slowly pulled them apart. Between his palms, a crimson chain of fire appeared. Then he waved his palms again and again, and the fire chain was twisted into various colorful fire rings, fire dragons.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

Sun Youmiao was dazzled and confused, sometimes exclaiming in alarm and worry, and sometimes cheering and envious. And it's amazing that those fires didn't hurt my uncle at all.

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"Hmph! You can be handsome." Li Fanming looked at the scene on the monitor, and seemed to realize that something was wrong, and said with a livid face, "This brat used to perform magic tricks on the street? Isn't he the most The common fire ability, it’s a flower for him to play with. Don’t study good killing skills, just study these little tricks to make little girls happy.”

As for the Pure Yang True Fire, that is a secret kept secret. If you hadn't seen what Yan Zun used in the past, it would be difficult to recognize Wang Yan's flame all at once.

"Hehe, Xiao Li. Now young people think a little differently from us." Feng Yuande patted Li Fanming on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Just as twisted melons are not sweet, we older generations should give young people Choose your own path for the future.”

"Old Feng, what do you mean?" Li Fanming's heart beat wildly for no reason, and he had a bad premonition.

"It's very simple. We should give Sun Youmiao a chance to choose for himself." Feng Yuande leaned back on the chair firmly, drinking tea leisurely, without further words.

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Wang Yan retracted his slender and clean hands like a pianist, and gorgeous flames entered his body like a tide. The astonishing and dazzling fire show just now disappeared into the invisible like dreamy fireworks.

Sun Youmiao held the bed sheet tightly with her small hands, her little face was slightly flushed with excitement, and her eyes were moist and full of energy. It was obvious that she had been deeply attracted by this dreamlike performance. Breathing slightly quickly, he said, "Uncle, your flame is so beautiful and amazing, Miao Miao still wants to see it."

"There will be opportunities to watch in the future." Wang Yan smiled and rubbed her hair, "Your task now is to have a good rest, and I will come back to see you."

"No, uncle." Sun Youmiao's bright eyes dimmed, a little reluctantly. Grabbing Wang Yan's sleeve with her little hand, her pitiful eyes suddenly lit up again, "Why don't you try Miao Miao's supernatural power, uncle, please give me some pointers."

"This..." Wang Yan hesitated slightly, worried about her body.

"Uncle, don't worry, Miao Miao is in good spirits and is not tired at all." Sun Youmiao pulled Wang Yan's sleeve, shook it twice, and then looked at him eagerly, "Just one, one."

Those small eyes are very agile, as if they can speak.

Wang Yan still cherishes this girl very much. If she left now and she was alone, she might think of sad things again. With a soft heart, he said, "Okay, just take it down. Your body is still recovering now, so you can't consume too much."

"Uncle~ You are so kind." Sun Youmiao smiled contentedly.

Wang Yan looked around the ward, and there were still many flower baskets and bouquets in the room. Just when she was about to pick a carnation to test her abilities, Sun Youmiao said, Uncle, I want to try a cactus.

cough cough! cactus? Wang Yan was slightly taken aback, but saw a pot of cactus on the windowsill, no, to be precise, it was a pot of prickly pear, the ball was about the size of a fist, covered with hard needles more than one centimeter long.

Wang Yan came to the sickbed with the prickly pear in his hands, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Miao Miao, this prickly pear is ugly, and it doesn't look good even if you make it bigger. Why do you like this?"

"No, the prickly prickly prickly pear is very nice." Sun Youmiao stretched out her light white fingers, gently fiddled with its long spikes, and said with great interest, "Also, when I was playing Plants vs. , I really like cacti."

Plants vs. Zombies?

The corner of Wang Yan's mouth twitched slightly, the girl's mind is really special now.

However, Wang Yan could also hear it. Her meaning was very clear, and she wanted to see if plants could be transformed into offensive weapons. It seems that the girl doesn't mention it on the surface now, but she still cares about her father's death in her heart.

"Concentrate and feel the energy in your body." Wang Yan held the prickly pear and taught in a low voice, "Yes, that's it."

Sun Youmiao stared at the prickly pear with big moist eyes. A vibrant green breath lingered at her fingertips, and then sank into the cactus like raindrops.

In the blink of an eye, something magical happened.

The plump green sphere grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original gray-green surface became emerald green and transparent, and even a trace of shiny liquid could be seen flowing under its skin. The needles of the prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly pear gradually revealed a dense metallic luster, and the tips of the needles felt a chill.

In just one minute, the green energy in Sun Youmiao's body was exhausted. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and she leaned on the sickbed panting slightly, with a disappointed and apologetic look on her face, "Uncle, I can only do this."

"It's done well enough. When I first awakened the power, the flames I emitted could only light a cigarette." Wang Yan wiped her sweat with a towel, and then looked curiously at the mutated prickly pear. .

Wang Yan wasn't just trying to comfort her. This ability to give life to plants and promote the growth and evolution of plants in a short period of time is really amazing. This prickly pear has grown to the size of a football in just one minute. The fleshy sphere is as emerald and green as an imperial emerald, crystal clear and very beautiful.

Purely in terms of appearance, this prickly pear is already the best among the best. I believe that buyers who like it will definitely pay a lot of money to buy this prickly pear.

The biggest change is actually its acupuncture. Each needle is about three centimeters long, and is full of thick cuticles. The tip of the needle is very sharp and has a dense black metallic color, exuding a dangerously cold light, and one can imagine the pain of being pierced on a person's body.

"However, Miaomiao originally thought that its needles could be ejected to attack." Sun Youmiao shook her head slightly disappointed.

"Miao Miao, let's take your time and take it step by step. Wait until your supernatural powers become stronger..." Wang Yan had only finished speaking halfway, when his sensitive hearing caught a soft "Zheng".

A prickly sac on the prickly pear shrank and contracted, and a three-centimeter-long spike spewed out like a flash of cold light, piercing Wang Yan's face.

The six senses were activated in an instant, and Wang Yan blocked and clamped with two fingers, and clasped the sharp thorn in time. Before he had time to be surprised, suddenly, whoosh!

Dozens, no, hundreds of spikes enveloped Wang Yan like a rain of arrows.

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