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Moreover, they have learned a lot of charm techniques in the Bauhinia Banshee Alliance, collecting male essence to practice. If they lack the ability to charm, how can they gain a foothold?

Many men 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, including many more charming and charming daughters than the Poison Ivy Girl and the Demon Snake Banshee.

Moreover, there are many beautiful women around Wang Yan, such as Wuya Ange, Huangfu Nanlian, Gao Mingyue, Saint of Light, etc.

It is conceivable how amazing Wang Yan is in terms of beauty immunity.

Moreover, there was a sword of Damocles hanging above his head, and the warnings from his master and his wife were still echoing in his ears.

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

A fresh wind pounced against Wang Yan, and Sun Youmiao rushed over. She hung it gently on Wang Yan's arm, and said coquettishly, "Uncle~ I haven't heard you tell stories for a long time and went to bed."

"Listen to sleep with stories?"

The two witches looked at each other, and then looked at Wang Yan with a very strange look.

"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 her father had not yet passed, and she would often be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night. Therefore, in order to take care of her, Wang Yan often told her stories to sleep.

"Uncle~ What do we say to outsiders about our private affairs? The Lun family is so embarrassed." As he said that, Sun Youmiao blushed purely and buried his head in Wang Yan's arms. "Uncle~ You are so bad." As he spoke, his little fist was still pounding on him.

The voice was so coquettish that it was almost dripping honey.

Wang Yan's whole body was numb and goose bumps came out. Miaomiao, I won't take you to play like this.

"Oh~ we understand." The two demons smiled knowingly, and then said with a giggle, "So the son of Flame is good for this. No wonder they are not interested in our charming figure. Hehe~ Keep playing, don't disturb me."

"Sister Leanna, we are only two of us left tonight."

"Chichi, you charming little fairy, let your sister take good care of you tonight."

"Hey!" Wang Yan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was amused and crying, "It's not what you imagined, no, it's really not..."

Unfortunately, the two demon girls hugged each other and ignored them. The poisonous ivy girl even pointed her fingertips on the ground, and poisonous ivy ran through the sand like poisonous snakes, intertwined with each other, woven into a hollow vine ball, and a private space formed inside the vine ball.

The two witches jumped in and then locked the door directly with vines, followed by ecstasy moans.

"Amitabha, how good it is." Wu Bujie preached the Buddha's name and stared at that scene. Unfortunately, he didn't plan to take him to play at all.

"Uncle~" Sun Youmiao continued to say in a coquettish voice after defeating the witch, "It's getting late, the Lun family wants to listen to the story."

"Do!"

Wang Yan knocked on her forehead with annoyance, "You are a high school student, and your mind is full of messy thoughts? Go to bed quickly, and you will run away tomorrow."

"Woo~ Uncle, don't bully the Lun family!" Sun Youmiao pouted and said whimperingly, "The eyes of those demons looking at the uncle are like monsters seeing Tang Seng's flesh, and they wish they could swallow their uncle into their stomachs in one bite. The Lun family did that, but they wanted to protect their uncle."

"Sleep! The superpowers all over the world are watching the live broadcast!"

"Okay, okay, next time I don't have a live broadcast, I'll listen to my uncle telling stories, hehe!"

...

The next day!

It was afternoon, the sun rose high, and the desert was filled with smoke.

The sand dunes around were like waves, rising and falling, as if connected to the sky, and I couldn't imagine where the end was.

The hot wind blew, lifting up the dust and shattering, and above the dunes, a middle-aged man's cloak was swaying up and down, and the corners of his clothes were undulating.

In the afternoon sun, his figure was tall and upright, like a mountain that had experienced vicissitudes, calm and heavy.

Under the man's hood, a pair of vigorous antlers proudly highlighted the brim, as if showing outsiders his powerful strength and noble status.

At this time, he was silent, his eyes were bright and bright, looking down from afar, the small oasis ahead.

In the past two days and two nights, the cunning son of flames made him and all members of the Four Nations League play in the sand like walking a dog. Now, when I think about it, I feel so angry that I feel itchy.

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

Without the obstacles of the Son of Flame and the China National Unofficial Bureau, North American Secret Alliance will definitely gain greater benefits and development in the future.

The middle-aged man with deer antlers thought secretly in his heart, looking forward, as deep as the night, with a calm appearance, full of undercurrents and fluctuations.

Now, besides the Son of Fire, there is another thing now, which deeply touches his heart.

How could the little girl who suddenly saved the scene have a pure tree spirit guard who is more than 1,500 years old? How could such a young girl cast a natural forbidden spell that has been lost for thousands of years?

These are the essence of ancient orthodox druids. For thousands of years, many elders and masters wanted to recover, but they all ended up in vain. Now these are miraculously displayed by a little girl. How can this not make him surprised and unable to let go?

You must know that these are the roots of the Druid's inheritance. If you don't understand this matter, you will be unable to sleep or eat in your entire life.

At this point of thinking, his eyes looking at the oasis were not only a little deeper, but he wanted to lead his troops and siege him now.

"Old Arnold, our people are ready."

Just as Arnold Bear looked at the oasis and was silent and thought deeply, a muffled male voice came from the sand beneath his feet.

I saw a stream of shimmering transparent liquid gushing out like a spring water under the sand at his feet.

The liquid soon surged to a height of one person and then stretched into a human form.

Refracted by the sun, the transparent liquid slowly retreated, revealing a middle-aged man with wide shoulders and tall figure, wearing a gray shirt.

The middle-aged man looked ruthless and taciturn. Although his appearance was ordinary, his cold and cruel eyes showed a dangerous aura of not entering the world. Even this aura alone could lead to many people being frightened and losing their will to resist.

Arnold was very familiar with this aura, and he didn't need to see it. The person who came was the North American Secret League murderer, the swamp monster Congreve.

"How is the situation of the other forces?" Arnold's eyes remained in the oasis ahead, and he asked slowly.

"There are all the additional personnel from all countries. With some small organizations that rely on us, the total number of our alliance has reached 220. There are seven superpowers including you and me, including seven. Among them, you and Master Kazan have reached the A+ level. Now let alone one son of the flame, even two must be slaughtered by us."

Congrif showed a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and then he sneered contemptuously, "Haha, and they actually escaped into the oasis in front this time. I wonder if the oasis is the most conspicuous place in the desert? It's really stupid."

Wang Yan and his group, as soon as they entered the oasis, it was like a fish taking the initiative to drill into the fishing net. Under the encirclement of so many people in the Four-Nation Alliance, they would have nowhere to hide and even nowhere to escape.

"Don't you think the Son of Fire is stupid occasionally?" Arnold slowly withdrew his gaze, with a hint of ruthlessness in his expression, "I inform the others that the Son of Fire is dead."

...

The afternoon sun shines slanted above the oasis, and the scattered desert plants reflect the hot sunlight in large quantities, and the air is filled with the smell of vegetation and sand.

In this lonely desert, this not-so-large oasis seems to be both empty and depressed.

After Wang Yan and his group arrived here, a feeling of uneasiness kept lingering in everyone's hearts.

The oasis was not big, so soon the group walked to the center and stopped.

"Amitabha, it's so quiet here, it always feels a little weird." Wu Bujie Guangjing's face was covered with sweat and dust. At this time, his eyes were constantly looking around.

"Old Wang, I always think it's not a good idea to enter the oasis." Zhang Weidao shrank his neck, his face was exhausted, but the feeling of fatigue in his heart was even stronger.

The shadow of being brutalized in the past two days and two nights constantly reminds him to stay vigilant anytime and anywhere.

"Hehe, the two handsome guys are not afraid, are you? Let me hug you and let my sister take a breath by the way." The Demon Snake Banshee and the Poison Ivy Girl walked behind the two and joked with a smile.

Despite their fatigue and hard work, they have experienced much more things than Zhang Weidao and Wubujie, and their mentality is more calm and sophisticated.

However, after a brief joke, the demon snake banshee Leanna became a little alert.

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

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, it's good for a while." Wang Yan answered without looking back, then took two steps forward, looking at his appearance, as if he was looking for something.

"If you hear it, it will be fine in a while." Sun Youmiao, who was standing next to Wang Yan, was holding a pot of saplings in his arms, pouted and looked at the two banshees with dissatisfaction.

She actually didn't know why. Anyway, she felt that what she said was right, so she was sure to listen to what she said.

"Son of Flame, I don't feel that it's great. There is nothing here except the sound of wind. Let's leave here first." Alison, a poison ivy girl, has rich experience in survival alone in the wild. After careful observation, she instinctively felt something strange.

Suddenly, Wang Yan's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had not found the wrong place.

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