100 Feeling Dispute 2 (Thanks to Qingningzi's Silver Alliance)

Wang Yiyang walked neither fast nor slow, and would stop from time to time to carefully admire the sculptures on the roadside.

As a root carving artist, although he did not inherit the perfect root carving art skills, his aesthetic level has improved a lot.

Soon, Donelle, who was following him, couldn't stand the paint on her dress.

Her pretty face turned red, and she wanted to talk to Wang Yiyang several times, but she couldn't speak.

Wang Yiyang is a kind-hearted person after all, and Tang Nier followed him all the way, and he has been quiet and undisturbed.

Although it was not his fault that she was in trouble, this kind of trivial matter that could be solved casually could be helped.

So he simply picked up the pace, walked through the museum, and walked out of the exhibition hall with Donnell slowly.

"Isn't it just a little paint, why are you in such a hurry?" Wang Yiyang asked casually as he left.

Donnell didn't answer the question right away, but lowered her head with a blushing face, her hand clutching her skirt, and she couldn't speak at all.

"If you don't say I won't take you with me. Wang Yiyang pretended to threaten.

"Don't! Others, will think it's the one....." Donnell looked down and almost tried to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Poor child. Wang Yiyang sighed.

To be honest, Donnell is actually not as beautiful as Su Xiaoxiao, but somehow, she just has a feeling that people can't help but want to bully her.

Just like just now, Wang Yiyang felt that even a kind person like himself couldn't help but want to bully her deliberately.

People say that Chu Chu's pitiful temperament will give people the desire to protect.

But on Donnell's side, how did the effect be completely opposite?

Wang Yiyang took Donnell and picked out a girl's suit in a women's clothing store next to the museum.

A black dress with black stockings instantly transforms into a beautiful girl with another dark style.

Tang Nier paid with a bitter face, she originally planned to go back to the hotel to change, but unfortunately Wang Yiyang didn't plan to go back, and she didn't dare to take a taxi by herself, so she could only buy it nearby.

Fortunately, the clothes are not expensive, and the price level here is not high.

Soon, she changed her clothes, and Maine finally found that her sister was missing, and hurriedly called.

Then Donnell was pardoned, and soon met up with her brother and went back to the hotel together.

Five minutes later.....

Wang Yiyang carried the pocket of his dress. Looking at the taxi that the Mahn siblings were riding in, who had disappeared.

Speechless, he looked down at the red-painted skirt and white pantyhose in his pockets.

This is something that Donnell forgot in the store. He was just rushed out by the clerk and stuffed into him.

"Boss. Zhong Silkworm appeared beside him silently. Also looked at the skirt and socks in the pockets.

"What's the matter?" Wang Yiyang was expressionless. To be the boss, you must have this kind of temperament that can collapse in front of Mount Tai at any time and not change your face.

"Level seven, it's in. Zhong Silkworm said calmly and withdrew his gaze.

"Pay attention to the collection of data. At the very least, it is necessary to clarify the offensive methods of the seventh-level powerhouse. Wang Yiyang said calmly.

"Understood. Zhong Silkworm nodded.

"Just go if it's okay, I'll go shopping alone. Wang Yiyang said casually.

"Understood. Zhong Silkworm turned and left.

"And the boss. He was stunned.

Wang Yiyang turned his head to look at him.

"The skirt goes well with you. Zhong Silkworm's face was calm, he glanced at Wang Yiyang, and then left calmly.

"........" Wang Yiyang felt that he had been a little too tolerant of Zhong Silkworm recently. He was tempted to explain that he didn't buy it.

But it's a pity that the bell silkworm has disappeared from sight and is completely gone.

As a subordinate, Zhong Silkworm has no right or intention to ask about the boss's personal preferences, but since the boss likes that style, he likes to play so intensely.

He felt that he could go back and popularize it for everyone, and in the future, he could try to arrange female subordinates of this style as personal bodyguards.

Otherwise, he always follows alone, and after a long time, the eyes of others look at him a little weird.

Fortunately, I found out today that it's not that the boss likes men, but that he likes girls with more unique styles.

In the far corner, the corner of Zhong Silkworm's mouth hooked, and he sped up his pace and left.

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City of Nelson, Nut Express Station.

'When the train arrives at Nelson Station, please bring your luggage in advance to avoid mistakenly picking it up or forgetting it on the train. The Fuguang lists all the staff, and we wish you a pleasant trip. ’

The sound of the radio is available in several languages.

King Bear held a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it, and just walked out of the train door with a calm face.

He was dressed in a tight black leather coat, and his bare chest was inlaid with a V-shaped silver metal contraption.

His long black hair was wildly draped over his shoulders, coupled with his towering hooked nose and deep turquoise eyes.

There are also deep-set eye sockets, and numb expressions that seem to be wandering.

The eye-catching dress alone made all the travelers around him avoid snakes and scorpions, and they all moved away from him.

King Xiong didn't care about this, and the five Yanhumen masters with different temperaments who followed him didn't care about either.

Now the city of Nelson has no room to pay attention to them.

The Cult's onslaught is endless, making it difficult for this place to cope.

And the arrival of Yanhumen's combat effectiveness is commendable and stands on the same front as the Federal Security Service.

The army was dispatched, the guards were dispatched. Even the major clique forces have been dispatched. Now even they are speeding up to get here.

"What about the door master here, why didn't he come to greet him?" King Bear glanced at the exit, and didn't see Nelson's local Yanhu Gate greeting personnel at all.

"Hehe, hehe, it is said that he fled abroad a week ago. Now the whole branch here is collapsing. Don't expect anything left here, Boss. A red-haired woman wearing sunglasses explained with a sneer.

"Let's go, let's go to Meixing Group first. King Bear said calmly.

As one of the few high-level powerhouses on the native planet of Yanhumen, if it weren't for the Soul Snatcher Sect being too powerful this time, it would ruin everyone's interests. Kill a large number of Yanhumen branch personnel.

He wouldn't have been so eager to be recalled from his resort.

The good vacation time was ruined like this, which made King Bear quite annoyed.

"Now that the periphery has begun to exchange fire, I'm afraid it's useless for us to go directly to the Meixing Group, right? In our own way. A tall, burly woman said in a deep voice.

"The Alliance has accepted us, and we need to divide the region, at least until the Soul Snatchers are destroyed, and the Federation will not turn its back.

It is necessary to divide the area, otherwise you may be injured by mistake. King Bear explained.

"After all, this is a seventh-level battle. He strode to the exit first.

The rest hurried to follow.

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A chain of yellow bullets made up of cannons weaves into a large net in the sky.

Dozens of helicopter gunships, descending from a high altitude, constantly pouring a large number of aviation bullets.

A steady stream of yellow bullets knocked the Soul Reavers to the ground as they raced wildly.

Bang!

From time to time, artillery shells and missiles covered the bombardment, and in an instant, a large area of the ground was emptied of the Soul Snatcher.

But the Soul Resisters were not afraid of death, and after they were emptied, they soon came up in large numbers.

These living dead who have been robbed of their souls have more or less mechanical modifications on their bodies.

Their bodies and some of the parts that have been modified are perfectly combined as if flesh and blood are fused together.

Armed with guns, many of the Spirit Reavers fired wildly into the sky.

In the distance, one after another anti-aircraft missiles rose into the air, head-on to the helicopter gunships in the sky.

Kilometers away, pieces of bullets flew like a storm, harvesting the Soul Reavers present.

But at the same time, one of the Soul Reavers also had an elite face full of red veins, raising their modified right arm and aiming at the sniper from kilometers away. Sniping each other little by little.

Little by little, the battle is advancing in the direction of the city. There are too many Soul Reavers. Although the army has been used, ordinary soldiers alone have no way to effectively stop these strange soul snatchers.

The Soul Reaver is invincible in melee combat because of the suicide bomb. You can only fight from afar.

And a simple long-range battle, just like what is in front of you, has no way to perfectly intercept the charge of the Soul Reapers.

That's how Ephraria fell.

"Materials are consumed quickly. The territory that needs to be guarded is too large. Pay for one's whistle. ”

The Great Rear of the Soul Reager.

Two figures in wide black robes were watching the battle from afar.

This is no longer an ordinary firefight, but a skirmish.

It was a taller black-robed man who spoke.

He looked into the distance, as if he wanted to see the city of Nelson through the wasteland.

"A group of people who had previously infiltrated in disguise were also discovered. It seems that it can only be attacked. He said in a deep voice, in a metallic Sandlandic dialect.

"Although the transformation of the Soul Reaver does not need to worry about physical endurance, and can transform a lot of high-intensity cannon fodder in a short time, but without mental control, cannon fodder is also garbage. We need more cultivating-level reformers. Another black-robed man said in a sharp voice.

"Hasn't the person rescued by the Avengers been found yet? That person has very strong qualifications, and if he can be caught, maybe another polluting nuclear-level cultist will be produced. ”

"They fled into the city. I'm sorry. The black-robed man with a sharp voice bowed his head and said.

"Forget it. Hurry up and crush these people. There are only a few sixth-level levels, and they can actually do this. I'm getting a little impatient. ”

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Within the Cone-Connaisance of Mine, Blog.

Just in the major groups, the major organizations began to mobilize manpower to encircle and suppress the Soul Snatcher Sect. The eyes of all the forces are focused on this top-level battle that may break out at any time.

On the outskirts of the state capital, Nelson, Nut Airport International Flight Zone.

It's quiet.

A new, unnoticed, huge undercurrent is slowly converging from all over the world to this small capital airport.

No one noticed that among the people mixed in the exit, there were always some special people with a temperament that was different from ordinary people.

No matter who or what these people face, there is a faint haze and cordiality in them. People can't help but have a good impression of it.

There are also some people, who have an indifferent temperament but a very low sense of existence, and quietly get off the flight and leave the airport, and soon disappear.

There are also some people, before they arrive, there are many people holding signs waiting to greet them, like stars with extremely high treatment.

Every hour or two, a group of such people keeps appearing.

Where all the forces are not paying attention, a new huge vortex is gradually taking shape.

An even bigger shadow is slowly looming over this troubled city.

In the shadows, nine vague and strange human figures could be faintly seen.