Chapter 1033: Hunting in the Sand Sea (7)

Sure enough, it's Calvin! What a pestering, unashamed and irritable nasty guy -- a complicated expression appeared on Husky's face.

"Good morning, His Royal Highness Prince Calvin... Halfway through her words, she saw the heavenly knight Gaines who followed the little prince into the dining room, and hurriedly corrected: "And Prince Gains." She didn't know about the holiday between Calvin and Husky and the others, but politely replied, "What wind blew you?" Euns patted his son's little head lightly.

"Of course, it's the little friends who came to find Prince Ben. The Fish-Man Prince grinned and leaned over to the Dog-Man Boy and hugged Husky: "The Queen Mother has already approved it, Calvin is going to take the puppies and them to the Ice Crystal submarine for sightseeing today!How's it going?Excited, right?" "Uh-" Husky looked at the Fish-Man Prince with a little annoyance, and pushed Calvin's hug away, "No, not very interested... Please let go of Husky Wang. "Why! Didn't we have a great time together yesterday at the amusement park?" Prince Calvin deliberately dragged out the word [amusement park], "Since you had such a good time, you should have fun today!" Husky knew that Calvin was threatening him. If they hadn't done what the Fish-Man Prince had told, Calvin would probably have told Aunt Greenwile about their play of the fictitious game. If Aunt Greenway knew about this qiē, it would mean that Husky's mommy also knew, and Howl's mommy and Aunt Vivien also knew. Then came the nitty-gritty of troubles. Husky: They can't play that simulation game anymore.

A drop of cold sweat swept across the forehead of the canine boy: "Yes, yes, to, have fun... "Your Royal Highness, how can you play all day long?" Greenway seemed to sense Husky's reluctance, and stepped forward to help: "Husky, they can't spare time today, they have to go to math class later." "That kind of thing, wouldn't it be nice to postpone it until later!" said Prince Calvin willfully, "Calvin has finally come to Great Britain, and now of course it is more important for the prince to play at a loss! Listening to Calvin's crooked reasoning, Grand Duke Eunes couldn't help but laugh and replied.

"Why do you even say that, Grand Duke!" Greenway was slightly displeased.

Juans said half-seriously: "Queen, the duty of a child is indeed to play. Every day is precious until they grow up, so why should we snuff out the little good time they have?" "I understand the reason, but-" "You want to take math class, right?" Calvin's attitude suddenly changed three hundred and eighty degrees: "Then Calvin is also in charge of teaching puppies and kittens. Almost after class, we'll be able to play. "Oh, His Royal Highness seems to be very good at mathematics?" Greenway raised an eyebrow.

"Just finished learning multiple derivatives and multiple linear regression, well... And the analysis of variance has also been learned!" Calvin replied confidently, "Her Majesty can take Calvin even if she asks questions!" Greenway's face changed: "Well, the progress is quite fast... Evil Star's face also changed, and he glared at the fish-man prince with an incredible gaze: "You are all monsters...... (I didn't understand it at all, but it seemed to be very profound!)" "Huhu-" Yunes laughed lightly again, as if showing off, silently admiring his youngest son's intelligence: "I still have a job, so I'll go back first, and everyone will take their time in class." Calvin, you have to be good, around noon, Acting Captain Naxandrona will be over to meet you. "Okay, goodbye Daddy!" Calvin said with a grin.

His [Daddy] voice was particularly harsh in many people's ears. Husky glared at the little mermaid prince gloomily, his eyes full of envy and hatred, while Evil Star was a little more relieved than a look of jealousy, and Hal looked blank.

Their math class this morning was not destined to be peaceful.

At the same time, somewhere in the Sahara Desert.

"Hum hum hum ~ hum ~ " Elaine, the white bear man, hummed a small tune while happily fishing for fish, looking relaxed, completely devoid of the tension of about to fight with a ferocious beast.

Bediwell was puzzled for a while. But wondering that the werewolf had to do his part, he continued to hold the fishing rod tightly, staring at the sea of sand, carefully observing every slightest abnormality in the calm sea of sand. The metal ball on the other end of the line collided with the oscillator and rubbed against the sea of sand, and there was almost no shadow in the sandstorm raised by the ship, as if it was sinking under the real sea.

It had only been five minutes since the sand boat departed from the port, and Cairo had disappeared from the end of the sand sea. They faced a silent wilderness, and the only sound in the entire sea of sand was the roar of the sand boat's engines—if Elaine's out-of-tune humming was not counted.

Such a calm wind reflected the fierceness of the next big war. Bedeville had never seen a desert shark before, and he was now eager to see what this legendary ferocious fish looked like.

"Meow-" Segrade let out an unnatural snort.

"What's wrong? Did you catch the fish?" asked the werewolf, turning his head nervously.

"Uh-no, it's not meow. The leopard man young man covered his chest and said, "It's my brother meow." "Zhalfir?" "My brother and I are twins, and we can vaguely sense each other even when we're far apart. Although it's not something as profound as the telepathy, I can feel the fluctuation of my brother's love. My brother should have encountered something just now, and suddenly became very excited. "Oh, I see. The werewolf immediately showed a disinterested expression: "What else could make him so excited? "No... "Even if you don't hit, it's not far away. Bedwell smiled disdainfully: "How could that fool try his luck in the casino and try his luck in the casino? I just hope they don't lose so much that they don't even have their pants left, and a bunch of stupid cats are running naked in Cairo, affecting the city's appearance. "Uh-ha-ha... That must be a terrible meow. Segrade smiled wryly.

"I know they can't be trusted. The werewolf sighed, "We had to work hard to make up for the money they lost." "Oh-oh!" Elaine snorted suddenly.

"You [oh] what, little fool. Bediwell expressed his displeasure at the White Bearman's sudden interjection: "Focus on fishing. "No, no!" the White Bear Man exclaimed, "Yes, there is a fish bite!" "What?" Bediwell hurriedly shoved his fishing rod into Segrad and leaned over to help Elaine: "Okay, hold this position, slowly reel in the line!" "Okay, so heavy!" Elaine held the rod hard and stirred the pulley on the rod. The alloy rod is extremely tough, and the steel wire line is also super tough, and it is not easy to break, these are specially made tools for hunting desert sharks, and they are theoretically very reliable.

But as the werewolf and the white bear man grabbed the rod together, they felt vibrations from the other end of the rod. The crazy vibration, the calm and powerful hook, every blow caused a lot of impact on the two of them.

It was a very, very huge fish. The werewolf began to wonder if the little rod could actually catch it.

"Don't just focus on the lever, but put it in moderation!" Cana's voice came from behind Bediwell, "If you hit it hard, the line may break, and if you catch a big fish, you will have to put a long line and drain its energy, and then catch it!" "Oh, oh!" Elaine stopped stirring the pulley and let the line continue to stretch as the fish dragged it.

"But don't be too loose!" Kana leaned over from behind the White Bear Man and grabbed Elaine's hand churning the pulley, "If you're too relaxed, you won't be able to exhaust the fish's body!" "Know, know, know, know!" Elaine's face flushed, especially when Kana's flimpy chest was pressed against the white bear's neck!

"This, this side is biting the hook too!" "Segrade cries out for help, "Who's going to help!" "I'll go." Bediwell let go of Elaine's hand and ran over to help Segrade. Elaine's arm strength and Kana's support should be enough to catch the fish, so it was the best choice for Bedwell to help Segrade in the past.

Seeing the werewolf coming to help, the leopard man youth looked disgrateful, and even glared at the werewolf angrily: "Why are you meow!" "Noisy, you little pervert!!" The werewolf almost wanted to pick up a fishing rod and knock on Segrade's head. He grabbed Segrade's arm with one hand, and put his arm strength on the rod, stabilizing the shaky alloy rod for the time being!

It's heavy! heavier than before! Bediwell's arm could clearly feel the weight of the guy. How huge is this fish?! What kind of terrifying monster lurks in this sea of sand?!

The metal fishing line was tense under the pull of both sides, making a mournful sound of "clicking", and it seemed to break at any time. All Segrade can do is stabilize the pulley and loosen it a little bit at the moment when the line can't be tighter!

Bediwell pressed his weight down, half-squatted and half-knelt to steady his body, using the friction between his legs and the deck to resist the jerk of the fish! This is a wrestling between man and fish, and until now, the werewolves have not been able to tell who is fishing whom—while they are trying to catch the fish, they are likely to be pulled off the deck by the desert shark, and they really can't relax for a moment!

There was an even more dull sound, and the werewolf finally saw the thing floating out of the sea of sand!

It's a triangle that symbolizes danger - the dorsal fin of the shark, the dorsal fin of the desert shark!