Chapter 100: Feeling the Dispute 2 (Thanks Qing Ningzi for the Silver League)

Wang Yiyang walked unhurriedly, and from time to time he stopped to admire the sculptures on the roadside.
As a root carving artist, although he has not inherited the perfect root carving art craftsmanship, he has greatly improved his aesthetic level.
Soon, Da Nier, who was behind him, could not bear the paint on the skirt.
She blushed so much that she tried to talk to Wang Yiyang several times, but couldn't speak.
After all, Wang Yiyang was a kind-hearted person, and Tang Nier followed him all the way, always quiet and undisturbed.
Although it was not his fault that she was in trouble, the trivial matter that could be easily solved would help.
So he simply speeded up, finished the museum, and took Donnie slowly out of the exhibition hall.
"Isn't it just a little paint? Why are you so anxious?" Wang Yiyang asked casually when he left.
Donnie didn't answer the question immediately, instead she lowered her head with a blushing face, clutching the skirt in her hands, unable to speak at all.
"You don't say I won't take you there." Wang Yiyang pretended to threaten.
"Don't! Don't ... others, they would think it's coming ..." Donnie looked down and almost wanted to find a place to dig into.
"Poor child." Wang Yiyang sighed.
To be honest, Tang Nier's appearance is actually not as beautiful as Su Xiaoxiao's, but I don't know how, she just has a feeling that people can't help but want to bully her.
Like just now, Wang Yiyang felt that even such a kind person could not help but want to bully her intentionally.
People say that the poor temperament will give people a desire to protect.
But to Donnie's side, why is the effect completely the opposite?
Wang Yiyang took Donnie and picked a girl's suit casually in a women's clothing store near the museum.
The black dress and black stockings instantly transformed another beautiful girl in a dark style.
Tang Ni'er paid the money bitterly. She was going to go back to the hotel to change it. Unfortunately, Wang Yiyang didn't plan to go back.
Fortunately, clothes are not expensive, and the price level is not high here.
It wasn't long before she changed her clothes. Maien finally found her sister missing and hurried to call.
Then Donnie was pardoned and soon joined her brother and returned to the hotel together.
five minutes later.....
Wang Yiyang carried the dress pocket. Looking at the taxi that Brother and Sister Maien who had disappeared.
He silently looked down at the red-lacquered skirt and white tights in his pocket.
This is what Donnie forgot in the store. The clerk just rushed out and stuffed him.
"Boss." Zhong Silk appeared silently beside him. I also looked at the skirt and socks in my pocket.
"What's the matter?" Wang Yiyang was expressionless. As the boss, we must have the demeanor that Taishan can fall in front of us at any time.
"Seventh level, admission." Zhong Silk calmly, looking back.
"Pay attention to collecting data. At least, it is necessary to clarify the means of attack of the seventh-class strong." Wang Yiyang calmly said.
"Understand." Zhong Silk nodded.
"Go all right, I'll go by myself." Wang Yiyang said casually.
"Understand." Zhong Silk turned and left.
"And the boss," he said suddenly.
"?" Wang Yiyang turned to look at him.
"The skirt is perfect for you." Zhong Silk looked calm, looked at Wang Yiyang, and then left calmly.
"........" Wang Yiyang felt that he was a bit too forgiving of Zhong Silkworm recently. He would like to explain that this was not what he bought.
But unfortunately the bell silkworm has disappeared into view and is completely gone.
As a subordinate, Zhong silkworm has no right or intention to ask about his personal preferences, but since the boss likes that style, he also likes to play so intensely.
He feels that he can go back and popularize it for everyone, and in the future, he can arrange female subordinates of this style as bodyguards.
Otherwise, he always follows him alone, for a long time, others look at him a little strangely.
Fortunately, it was discovered today that it is not the boss who likes men, but the girl with a more unique style.
In the distant corner, the bell silkworm's mouth ticked, speeding up to leave.
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Nelson City, Nut High Speed ​​Train Station.
‘When the train arrives, Nelson, please get off your luggage and bring your luggage in advance to avoid getting it wrong or forgetting on the train. Fuguanghao lists all employees and wishes you a pleasant journey. ’
Broadcasting in several languages.
The bear king sang smoke, but did not light it, just walked out of the train door calmly.
He was a tight-fitting black leather suit, with a V-shaped silver metal device inlaid on his bare chest.
A long black hair spread wildly over his shoulders, coupled with his soaring hawk nose and deep green eyes.
There are also sunken eye sockets, and a numb expression that seems to be distracted.
Just the eye-catching appearance of this body made all the passengers around him like avoiding the scorpion, one after the other to move away from him.
The Bear King didn't care about these, and the five Yanhumen masters with different temperaments that followed him did not care about them.
The city of Nelson now has no time to ignore them.
The relentless offensive of the Religious Sect has made it difficult to cope with it.
With the advent of Yanhumen's combat effectiveness, it is invaluable to stand on the front line with the Federal Security Agency.
The army was dispatched and the guards were dispatched. Even the forces of the major groups have dispatched. Now even they are getting here faster.
"Where's the host here? Why didn't you come to meet?" The bear king glanced at the exit and didn't see the Nelson's local Yanhumen welcome staff at all.
"Door? Hey, it is said that he fled abroad a week ago. Now the whole branch has collapsed. Boss don't expect anything left here." A red-haired woman wearing sunglasses explained with a sneer.
"Let's go to the Meixing Group first." Bear King calmly said.
As one of the high-level powerhouses on the native planet of Yanhumen, this time it would have been too powerful for the soul-catching religion and ruined the interests of everyone. Kill a large number of branch staff in Yanhumen.
He will not be so eagerly recalled from the resort.
The good vacation time was so ruined, which annoyed the bear king.
"Now the outside world has begun to engage in a firefight. Maybe it would be useless for us to go directly to the Meixing Group? It would be better to join the battle directly. In our own way." A tall, burly woman said in a loud voice.
"The Alliance has accepted us. We need to divide the area. At least the Federation will not turn its heads before destroying the Reaper.
It is necessary to divide the area, or you may be injured by mistake. The Bear King explained.
"After all, this is a level seven battle." He took the lead to walk out the exit.
The rest quickly followed.
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A chain of yellow bullets composed of machine guns were woven into a large net in the sky.
Dozens of gunships are pouring a large number of aviation bullets down from high altitude.
The chain of yellow bullets kept the soul-stealers running down the ground to the ground.
Huh! Huh! !!
Occasionally, the bombardment of artillery missiles bombed down and instantly cleared a large area of ​​the soul grabber.
But the soul-stealing people did not fear death, and after being emptied, another blockbuster surged up.
These dead souls who have been captured have more or less mechanical modification parts on their bodies.
Their bodies and modified parts are like a flesh-and-blood blend, perfectly combined.
Many soul grabbers held guns and fired wildly into the sky.
There were distant air defense missiles rising to the sky, facing the gunships in the sky.
A few kilometers away, bullets flew like storms, harvesting soul-eaters present.
But at the same time, one of the soul-stealers also had an elite face full of red blood vessels. They raised their transformed right arms and aimed at snipers several kilometers away. A little bit of sniping each other.
The situation is advancing a little bit towards the urban area. There are too many soul hunters. Although the army has been used, ordinary soldiers alone can't effectively prevent these weird soul hunters.
Because of the human bomb, the soul grabber is invincible in melee. Can only fight long distance.
The simple long-distance battle, as it is now, has no way to perfectly stop the charge of the soul.
At that time, Asia was so occupied in Asia.
"Materials are consumed quickly. The site that needs to be guarded is too large. It pays off."
Soulcatcher's big rear.
Two figures in wide black robes are watching the battle from afar.
This is no longer an ordinary crossfire, but a small-scale battle.
Talking is the taller black robe man.
He looked into the distance as if looking through the wilderness to see the downtown area of ​​Nelson.
"A group of people who had previously disguised infiltration have also been found. It seems that they can only be attacked hard." He said in a deep voice, using the metalic Saudi language.
"Although the soul-crushing person does not need to worry about physical endurance, it can transform a lot of high-intensity cannon fodder in a short time, but cannon fodder without psychic control is also garbage. We need more religious-level person to rebuild. The robe man's voice was sharp.
"Have the man the Avengers rescued not been found yet? That person has a very strong qualification. If he can be caught, maybe he can produce another contaminated nuclear-level believer."
"They fled into the city. Sorry." The black-robed man with a sharp voice bowed his head.
"Forget it. Just click and break these people. A few levels six, can actually do this. I'm already impatient."
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Mine Commonwealth, blog within Conner.
Just in the major groups and organizations, one after another began to mobilize manpower to go to siege the soul. The eyes of all forces are locked in focusing on this top-level war that may erupt at any time.
On the outskirts of the state capital, Nelson, the Nuts Airport international flight area.
It's quiet here.
A brand-new undercurrent that no one notices is slowly converging from all over the world to this not-so-large capital airport.
No one has noticed that in the flow of people mixed in the exit, there are always special people with different temperaments than ordinary people.
No matter what kind of people they are facing, these people have a touch of dimness and affection. People can't help but feel pretty good about it.
There are also some people who are indifferent in their temperament, but have a very low sense of existence. They quietly left the flight to leave the airport, and soon disappeared.
Some people, before they arrive, many people are holding signs waiting to be greeted, and they are treated like stars.
Every hour or two, a group of such people keep appearing.
Where all forces haven't noticed, a new huge vortex is gradually taking shape.
A larger shadow is slowly covering this troubled city.
In that shadow, nine vaguely weird human figures can be seen faintly.