The walls of the bar are warmly wooden, and an old pendulum wall clock hangs on the wall.

......The pendulum swings back and forth, and the clock dial is a second hand that slowly rotates second by second, and the minute and hour hands are stationary.

This silence lasted for a moment, and then was broken by the man.

"It's a small injury." The man nodded, then reached into his pocket.

"Do you know that our Husha country is planning to invade Abanese?" He took out a handmade cigar and lit it with a lighter in his other hand, and the pale cyan smoke rose.

"I know. But what is the connection between the two? Lan Youshi's face was dazed.

"Know yourself and know your opponent, and win all battles!" The man had a cigar in his mouth, and his mouth was a little slurred.

"You planted eyeliner in their country?" Lan Youshi raised his eyebrows.

"Bingo," the man snapped his fingers, "it's Uncle Lan, what a word!" ”

"But I still don't know what this has to do with Mo Xiaoju?" Lan again shrugged weakly.

"One of the eyeliners is Prince Dykenroe's helicopter pilot, Fermar. He'd seen Mo Xiaoju, in a helicopter! The man said unhurriedly.

"And then?"

"You know the secrets of the non-dragon dragons, right?" The man suddenly took off his cigar and looked at Lan Youshi with his eyes.

"Secret? What do you mean? Lan asked again.

"It's really old and useless," the man shook his head with a pretended sigh, and then said directly, "Since the dragon blood in the body of a non-dragon dragon is not genetic, the introduction of foreign products is always incompatible with itself. And the dragon's blood is quite violent. Although non-dragon dragons still have some human blood, under the impact and infection of dragon blood, sooner or later they will become pure dragon blood. But the process is quite slow. At the same time, it is very violent. If he can't completely control the dragon's blood, then once the eye-catching scene stirs up the dragon's blood, then he will be controlled by the dragon's blood, which means ......" The man suddenly stopped, and he looked at Lan Youshi.

That is, he will turn into a devil. No one else can beat it! Lan Youshi said.

"Just like you!" The man nodded and took a deep drag on his cigar.

"If it weren't for the king's powerful dragon blood ability, I wouldn't have survived that day." Lan Youshi couldn't help but look up at the ceiling, his eyes were a little misty, and he recalled the old scene.

As if thinking of something, Lan Youshi was suddenly startled, "Mo Xiaoshu was controlled by the dragon's blood?" ”

The man nodded, did not speak, and still smoked his cigar.

"Oops, noos, no!" Lan Youshi's original composure was suddenly broken, and his anxious mood filled his face.

"What's wrong?" Now it was the man's turn to be at a loss.

"What do you say," Lan glanced at him angrily, "do you expect Ruolan and them to be able to control Mo Xiaoju's dragon blood?" ”

"I've let people pass." The man gave Lan Youshi a reassuring look.

"Someone passed?" Lan Youyou subconsciously asked, "Who is it?" ”

"Of course it's my precious son Babker." The man elegantly flicked the finished cigar into the trash can not far away, and then sat down on the soft sofa next to him, his whole body sunk in, and his face showed a comfortable and satisfied expression.

"The boy? No problem? Lan Youshi was still a little worried.

"His teacher, Matun Dowling, was with him." The man leaned back on the couch and put his hat over his face.

"Madun Dowling, that old fellow is out?" Lan raised his eyebrows again and was startled.

"What's the panic. Sit down! The man said vaguely, then gestured to the empty seat next to him.

"I didn't brush my teeth!" Lan Youshi's old face turned red.

"I don't believe you!" As he spoke, Lan leaned over and spit out a mouthful of stench into his tall hat.

"Damn," the man rolled over and jumped up, "you're really my dad's friend." What about your festival? The man's face was swollen.

"I lost it when I was with your dad to fight the country." Lan Youshi said it lightly.

"Elegant old gentleman!" The man couldn't help but say.

"Thanks for the compliment!" Lan turned around and walked upstairs.

"You're leaving? Doesn't it mean anything at all? The man's face suddenly became bitter.

"Did you mean that I meant something for you?" Lan Youshi's footsteps stopped on the steps and turned to look at the man.

"Not really, just a notice. After all, I know that you are also a non-dragon dragon, and I have asked my friends here to check their flight registration, which took off from Shuigong City, along with Ling Ruolan's name. I think it can only have something to do with you. Coupled with what I know about you, you must want to know this kind of news as soon as possible. The man explained.

"I didn't expect you to know me so well. It's also thanks to your head that turns fast, otherwise if I don't know about this incident, you know the consequences! Lan Youshi nodded with satisfaction.

"I didn't even eat breakfast!" The man finally said honestly.

"I came to ask for food, but I didn't see your dirty bowl with a gap." Lan Youshi "suddenly realized".

"I ......" the man's face was flushed when he was choked by the blue.

"Not even a bowl. No sincerity, I won't give you food! Lan didn't stop any longer, turned around and walked upstairs.

"Odd. Don't you know the character of our old man? Come on, come on. Granny Shui has already cooked the rice for you. The door on one side was opened, and the old woman walked out, the smile on her face wrinkled, but it was kind and warm.

"It's better to be a water mother!" Odd walked to the kitchen "with tears streaming down his face", he could already smell the peculiar scent, and his stomach was screaming at the scene.

Abhanesian Desert.

The quicksand continued to flow down rapidly, and everyone had already come back to their senses by this time. But so what? It's so far away that it's too late for the helicopter to fly over now. Coupled with the fact that there was no support to rely on, there was nothing else to do but watch Mo Xiaoju's body disappear into the desert.

Just when Ling Ruolan and the others were anxious. That strange force reappeared in front of me again.

The quicksand, which had been flowing rapidly, stopped flowing downward as if time had stood still, and instead seemed to be grabbed by God's big hand, Mo Xiaoshu was lifted from the ground by a pillar of sand, and then thrown into the air, and after flying in the air a few times, he was thrown in front of Lord Buchaye Lufang and Wise. The originally smooth road was knocked out of a huge crater by Mo Xiaoju's solid body.

The sudden twist of the picture becomes stunning. Can't God take it anymore?

But fortunately, the tragedy did not happen after all, and the boulder that was originally hanging in the heart and made everyone dare not take a breath finally fell.

A burst of sweat poured down his face. Only then did I feel the heat of the desert again.

Just when Fang Shijue wanted to get out of the car to pull Mo Xiaosheng into the car, Mo Xiaoshu moved.

Mo Xiaoshu moved his fingers, then his arms and legs. It's just a matter of seconds. The perverted dragon's blood made Mo Xiaoshu stand up again. With red hair and dark green eyes, he looked at the two of them viciously.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the two of them with bloodthirsty greed on his face.

Fang Shijue was startled, and hurriedly withdrew the foot that had just stepped out of the car door. Then close the doors, gear back cut, and the steering wheel turns sharply. The engine made a loud noise, and the wheels pulled up a puff of green smoke and quickly retreated.

Wise on one side also controlled the computer to push the Lamborghini back quickly.

Seeing that the "prey" in front of him was about to escape, Mo Xiaosheng raised his head and roared angrily, and then began to run wildly, so fast that in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the chrome-gold Aston Martin, and he raised his hand to grab it.

The familiar grains of sand condensed into long ropes and flew up from the sand on both sides of the road, flying towards Mo Xiaoju.

The slender sand ropes grew thicker and thicker, and they combined in pairs to form giant columns. Just blink an eye and scatter into sand. The crushed sand swirled around Mo Xiaosheng's body and rose rapidly, bringing up a thick wall of impenetrable sand, and then condensed into a pointed shape at the top.

Mo Xiaoshu was locked in this sand cone that took shape in the blink of an eye.

Everything seemed to be quiet.

"Dididi", Ling Ruolan picked up the mobile phone she carried with her.

The phone is connected.

"Ruolan, go save the doctor!" On the other end of the phone, it was a hearty male voice.

"Okay, I'll find you later!" The voice was so familiar that Ling Ruolan didn't have to guess to know who it was.

"Shijue, Ash. You go save the doctor first, and let him be there for minor injuries. I'll take care of it later. Ling Ruolan gave an order into the communication microphone.

"Yes!" The two of them didn't ask much, nodded their heads, and then drove the sports car to the nearest avenue to the Mercedes-Benz, which had long been broken into scrap metal.

The car stopped, and the two hurried out to the Mercedes Benz.

"Bring me back the rest of the white man, too." Ling Ruolan said again.

"Got it!" The two said.

After about twenty minutes, according to the usual style of doing things. Fang Shijue carried the doctor and the white man on each shoulder, and wisely dropped the bomb he was carrying into the car.

When they walked out of the Mercedes Benz dozens of meters away, they wisely pressed the red button on the remote control in their hands.

"Boom", the earth-shattering loud sound filled the entire desert in an instant, and the huge mushroom cloud brought dazzling fire and hundreds of billions of sand to the sky, and the heat wave was quickly pushed away in all directions.

The heat wave lifted the hems of their clothes and dispersed.

The two of them took the doctor and the white man back to the car, and drove back to the sand cone they had just had.

By this time, the helicopter had landed on the side of the sand cone. The hatch opened, and Ling Ruolan stepped down.

Today's visual impact is really difficult for Prince Dai Kenroe to digest in such a short period of time. After politely asking Ling Ruolan for the phone, he asked the driver to rise, just said that he would look for her and leave the desert.

He knew that Ling Ruolan was with them, they were still there, and it was impossible for Ling Ruolan to leave alone. So Prince Decanroe didn't ask much.

At this moment, on the other side of Buchayeh Road, a lilac Ferrari sped by. The sound of the roaring engine reached everyone's ears from far and near.

On the Ferrari, a handsome boy's face appeared in front of him.