Chapter 643 Let’s See How You Die! Hehe

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Moreover, they also learned many charm techniques in the Bauhinia Banshees Alliance. If the charm skills are not enough, how can one gain a foothold?

When many men encounter this kind of temptress, they can't help but jump in even though they know it's a trap.

Unfortunately, they met Wang Yan.

Since Wang Yan became a superpower, he has experienced countless seductions and charms, many of which are more seductive and charming than Poison Ivy and Snake Banshee.

And there are many beautiful women surrounding Wang Yan. For example, Wu Ya'ange, Huangfu Nanlian, Gao Mingyue, Guangming Saint and so on.

One can imagine how amazing Wang Yan is in terms of the immunity of beautiful women.

What's more, there is a Sword of Damocles hanging above his head, and the warnings of the master and his wife are still echoing in his ears.

"Ahem~" Wang Yan pretended, just when he was about to refuse.

A gust of fresh wind rushed to Wang Yan's side, and Sun Youmiao rushed over. She hung on Wang Yan's arm gently, and said coquettishly, "Uncle~ I haven't slept listening to you telling stories for a long time."

"Listen to a story to sleep?"

The two witches looked at each other, and then looked at Wang Yan with strange eyes.

"Ahem!" Wang Yan was choked and hurriedly explained, "Telling stories is really telling stories."

When Sun Youmiao had just moved to Huahai City, the sadness of losing his father had not yet completely passed, and he would often be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night. Therefore, in order to take care of her, Wang Yan would often tell her stories to sleep with.

"Uncle~ Why are we talking to outsiders about our private matters? The Lun family is so shy." As she said that, Sun Youmiao blushed innocently and buried her head in Wang Yan's arms, "Uncle~ you Good or bad." As he spoke, his little fists were still beating on him.

The voice was so loud that it was almost dripping with honey.

"Amitabha, good, good, good." Wu Bujie proclaimed the Buddha's name and looked at the scene eagerly. It's a pity that they have no intention of taking him to play.

"Uncle~" Sun Youmiao continued to say with a look of triumph after defeating the demon girl, "It's getting late, the Lun family wants to hear a story."

"Duo!"

Wang Yan knocked her forehead angrily, "You are a high school student, what kind of messy thoughts are in your mind? Go to bed quickly, you have to run away tomorrow."

"Ugh~ Uncle, don't bully the Lun family!" Sun Youmiao pouted, whimpering, "Those demon girls looked at uncle like monsters who saw Tang Monk's flesh and wanted to devour uncle in one gulp. Go inside, the Lun family did that because they wanted to protect uncle."

"Sleep! Supers all over the world are watching the live broadcast!"

"Okay, okay, next time when there is no live broadcast, let's listen to uncle telling stories, hehe!"

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The next day!

It was afternoon, and the sun was so high that the desert was smoking.

The surrounding sand dunes are like waves, rolling and undulating, as if they are connected to the sky, and it is impossible to imagine where they end.

The hot wind blew up and stirred up fine dust. It also blew the dusty cloak of a middle-aged man above the dune, fluttering up and down, and the corners of his clothes rippled.

Under the slanting afternoon sun, his figure was tall and straight, like a mountain that had gone through vicissitudes of life, steady and heavy.

Under this man's hood, a pair of powerful antlers proudly protruded from the brim, as if to show outsiders his powerful strength and noble status.

At this time, he was silent, with bright eyes, looking down at the small oasis in front of him.

In the past two days and two nights, that cunning Son of Fire had made him and all the members of the Four Nations Alliance wander like dogs in the sea of ​​sand, making them dizzy. Thinking about it now, they all feel itchy with hatred.

But this time, the Son of Fire will definitely not be able to escape!

Without the obstacles of the Sons of Fire and the Chinese National African Bureau, the North American Dark Alliance can definitely gain greater benefits and development in the future.

The middle-aged man with antlers was thinking secretly in his heart. The gaze he looked forward was as deep as the night. Underneath his calm appearance, he was full of undercurrents and fluctuations.

Now besides the Son of Flame, there is another thing that deeply touches his heart.

How could the little girl who suddenly came to the rescue be guarded by a pure tree spirit that was more than 1,500 years old? And how could such a young girl cast a natural forbidden spell that had been lost for thousands of years?

These are the essence of ancient orthodox druids. Over the past thousands of years, many elders and masters have tried to recover, but in the end they all died in vain. Now these are miraculously displayed by a little girl. How can he not let him Surprised and hard to let go?

You must know that these are the roots of Druid heritage. If he does not understand this matter, he will have trouble sleeping and eating in his life.

With his thoughts at this point, his eyes looking at the oasis were not only a little deeper, he wished he could lead his troops and surround it now.

"Elder Arnold, our people are ready."

Just when Arnold Giant Bear was looking at the oasis, silent and deep in thought, a muffled male voice came from the sand at his feet.

I saw a sparkling transparent liquid gushing out from under the sand at his feet like spring water.

The liquid quickly surged to the height of a person, and then stretched into a human shape.

Under the refraction of the sun, the transparent liquid slowly receded, revealing a tall, middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a gray shirt.

The middle-aged man looks ruthless and taciturn. Although his appearance is ordinary, there is a dangerous aura in his cold and cruel eyes. Even just this aura can scare many people. , losing the will to resist.

Arnold was very familiar with this kind of aura. He knew without even looking that the person coming was Congreve, the swamp monster who was the murderous executioner of the North American Dark Alliance.

"How are the other forces doing?" Arnold's eyes were still fixed on the oasis ahead, and he asked unhurriedly.

"All the additional members from various countries have arrived. With the addition of some members of small organizations who are attached to us, the total number of people in our alliance has reached two hundred and twenty. Including you and me, A-level and above superpowers, there are a total of Seven of them, including you and Master Kazan, have already reached the A+ level. Now let alone one Son of Flame, even two of them will be slaughtered by us."

There was a trace of cruelty in Congreve's eyes, and then he sneered contemptuously, "Haha, and they actually escaped into the oasis in front of them this time. Don't they know that the oasis is the most conspicuous place in the desert? They are really stupid."

Wang Yan and his party, as soon as they entered the oasis, were like fishes voluntarily getting into the fishing net. Under the encirclement and suppression of so many people from the Four Nations Alliance, they would have nowhere to hide or even escape.

"Don't you think it's better for the Son of Flame to be stupid sometimes?" Arnold slowly withdrew his gaze, with a hint of cruelty in his expression, "Inform the others that the death of the Son of Flame has come."

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The afternoon sun shines slantingly above the oasis. The scattered desert plants reflect the hot temperature of the sun, and there is a smell of transpiration of vegetation and sand in the air.

In this lonely desert, this small oasis looks empty and depressed.

After Wang Yan and his party arrived here, a feeling of uneasiness has been lingering in everyone's hearts.

The oasis was not big, and soon the group reached the center and stopped.

"Amitabha, it's so quiet here, I always feel a little weird." Wu Bujie's smooth face was stained with sweat and dust, and his eyes were constantly looking around.

"Old Wang, I always feel that entering the oasis is not a good idea." Zhang Weidao shrank his neck, tiredness on his face, but the tiredness in his heart was even stronger.

The shadow of being brutally hunted for these two days and nights constantly reminded him to be vigilant anytime and anywhere.

"Giggle, giggle, these two handsome guys are not scared anymore, are they? Come let me hug you, and let me take a sip at the same time." Snake Banshee and Poison Ivy walked behind the two of them, joking with a smile.

Although they are tired and hardworking, they have experienced many more things than Zhang Weidao and Wu Bujie, and their mentality is more calm and sophisticated.

However, while they were joking for a while, Lyanna, the demon snake banshee, still became a little wary.

She narrowed her cunning snake eyes and looked around, then moved to Wang Yan's side and said, "Son of Flame, I don't think it's better to stay here for a long time. Let's leave quickly."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it will be fine in a moment." Wang Yan replied without looking back, and then took two steps forward. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be looking for something.

"Did you hear that? I'll be fine in a moment." Sun Youmiao, who was standing next to Wang Yan and holding a pot of saplings in her arms, pouted and glanced at the two banshees dissatisfied.

She actually didn't know why. Anyway, she felt that everything her uncle said was right, and she was right to listen to him.

"Son of Fire, I don't feel good. There is no sound here except the wind. Let's get out of here first." Poison Ivy Alison has rich experience in surviving alone in the wild. After carefully observing her surroundings, she instinctively Something feels strange.

Suddenly, Wang Yan's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was looking for the right place.

Haha, let’s see how you guys die next! ?

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