Chapter 901 Ye Gong Loves Dragons

Sunshine, beach, breeze, coffee, this is a very pleasant combination. A man with a sickly white complexion is lying on a bench, wearing a pair of sunglasses on his face, as if he has fallen asleep.

This is a beach that only belongs to him. The ocean is an area that humans have not completely conquered and covered. It is indeed not difficult to find an uninhabited island here, and some islands sometimes sink. It goes to the bottom of the sea and then comes to the surface again after a few years.

Suddenly, a wave almost twenty stories high rose up on the sea in front. It was like a vicious beast with a huge mouth and it was swallowing this side, even the sunlight was blocked.

The man on the bench seemed to be unaware of it and was still dozing off.

Finally, the waves reached the shore, but suddenly faded away, leaving only a huge bubble on the shore. There were eight people standing in the bubble. The leader was a blue-haired young man with a pair of amber eyes. like texture.

"Hiles, you are so laid-back."

The blue-haired young man walked towards this side while rubbing his wrists. There was a lot of food placed next to Hills' bench, and the coconuts alone were piled half as high as a person.

Not treating himself as an outsider, the blue-haired young man took a straw and inserted it directly into the coconut, and drank the coconut water by himself.

The seven people who came with the blue-haired young man stood there neatly, and one of them looked to be Asian.

"Maschel, is your life too boring, so you come to disturb my peace?" Hills took off his sunglasses and complained to the blue-haired young man next to him with some dissatisfaction.

"Haha, haven't you spent enough time in the land of the living dead, the place of enlightenment? After finally getting out, you unexpectedly came to an uninhabited island in the ocean alone. I have been looking for it for a long time." Mascher stretched out his hand. He was lazy, looked around, and found that there was only one bench here, so he simply sat on the ground, threw away the empty coconut in a very shameless manner, and "shamelessly" picked up a new one and continued drinking.

"My business is my business." Hills seemed a little helpless to this guy, and he was too lazy to say anything more.

"You should know that the old palace of the Macedonian Empire was moved away, right?" Mascher seemed to be planning to get to the point at this time.

"Would you believe me if I told you that my next-door neighbor's dad moved it?" Hills asked.

"It's like when I was a kid and a classmate bragged to us that David Beckham lived next door to him."

"Then we have nothing to talk about." Hills put on his sunglasses again, as if he was planning to sleep again.

"Don't worry, I also made an appointment with Kerry. He will probably be here soon." Mascher fetched the third coconut.

"You still called him?" Hills, lying on the bench, sneered, "What on earth are you going to do?"

"We discovered something. Because of the appearance and removal of the ancient palace, some sealed historical materials were proven to be correct. Records that were originally thrown into the trash were rediscovered. As a result, there were some special What a discovery." Mascher seemed to want to deliberately use a "provocative" tone to arouse Hills' interest, but Hills was like a salted fish, not even willing to turn over.

"Then just go with Kerry. What do you need me to do?" Hills said lazily, "I'm not interested in forming an Indiana Jones alliance with you."

"That place has a very powerful formation."

"Aren't you also an array mage?"

"But those formations are of the Eastern type. Hills, you know it yourself. In the entire Western audience circle, there are very few formations that can rival the two of us. But among them, you are still interested in Dongfang." I know those things very well, so I really have to ask you to do me a favor this time, aren’t you curious?”

"I…………"

Before Hills could speak, a heat wave suddenly blew in the distance, and a burning phoenix swept from the sea. The seven senior people on the shore were all standing in the bubbles, and Hills and Mars Chel was blessed by his own power instinct, so it was no big deal, but this originally lush island almost seemed to have been bombed by gasoline bombs, turning it into a bare dead island.

The fire phoenix transformed into the figure of a boy in the air. The boy was wearing a jersey similar to that of Arsenal.

"Kerry, you definitely did it on purpose!" Hills said angrily.

"There is no other way. If I want to ask you for a favor, I have to do something extraordinary." Kerry walked up to him, took a coconut himself, and took a straw from Mascher.

"I won't give in!" Hills jumped off the bench, "I don't believe you dare to burn every island in the ocean like this. If it doesn't work, I will go to an island with many tourists to see if you dare to burn it. Burn all the living people there!"

"Hiles, what are you avoiding?" Kerry asked while sipping coconut water, "You seem to know something we don't know, otherwise it would be really hard for me to understand the reason for your current decadence. ."

"What do I know?" Hills shrugged, looking like I was going crazy. "Didn't I already explain it in a post on the website? If the three of us are in If you become enlightened at this time, there is still a certain probability that you can survive, or that you can live in another place for a while.

But unless these people are geniuses, they are destined to be cleared away like garbage in two years! "

Hills pointed at the seven seniors still standing in the bubble and said. These seven seniors immediately became very ugly, but due to the identity and strength of the person in front of them, no one dared to take offense.

"Hey, there is another Asian here. You remind me of a friend. He is Chinese. What about you, are you Chinese, Japanese or Korean?"

The young man with yellow skin and black hair who was named by Hills responded at this time, "Sir, I am Chinese."

"Oh, he's also Chinese. Do you know a guy named Su Bai?" Hills asked casually.

"Su Bai?"

Gu Fan was stunned for a moment. He was a little confused at this time, but he still nodded and said, "I know him. He is a very good friend of mine. He has been playing since childhood..."

"You lied." Hills frowned and said firmly, "If you were his friend, you would definitely describe him like this when talking about him:

That bastard who is selfish, self-righteous, and totally self-centered!

Like me, that's how I see him. "

"..." Gu Fan.

………………

The surroundings were filled with misty white air. The fat man and the monk continued to observe the formation in front of them, while the Buddha sat cross-legged and meditated.

They didn't think anything would happen to Su Bai. After all, this was just a dream by a Yin soldier. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably get so caught up in it that he would forget who he was. In fact, many people suffered sudden strokes or died suddenly. Because he met the Yin soldiers, his soul was followed along without him knowing it.

But Su Bai is not an ordinary person. When it comes to willpower, even a monk has to be ashamed of himself.

Furthermore, Su Bai's body and soul are now bound together and have completely merged into one. This is like what women like to say about controlling a man's heart and controlling his stomach. Now he wants to abduct Su Bai. Bai, you have to take your stomach and heart away together, which is undoubtedly much more difficult.

For this reason, the fat man and the monk didn't really take it seriously at first, but their professionalism was there after all. Although they were a little absent-minded, they still made the necessary observations.

At the moment, judging from the feedback from the formation, Su Bai should be in a nervous mood, and the ball of colorful thread in front of the fat man began to tremble non-stop.

"It seems that Dabai was frightened by Zulong's pressure, hahaha." Fatty said gloatingly, "To be honest, Fatty, I haven't met the emperor yet."

"There are still many royal families in Europe, but they are gone in China. Even if we push forward more than a hundred years, few of the last emperors in the late Qing Dynasty had the spirit of a true dragon. It doesn't matter whether they look at it or not. ." said the monk.

"Oh, what a pity. Even if I just saw the memory picture, I really want to know what Zulong looks like. Hey, monk, do you think my butt is crooked? When Fusu fought with us before, We regard them as scum, similar to the Japanese puppet army."

"At that time, there were many young people in Western Europe who worshiped Che Guevara. This kind of thing actually has little to do with the camp." The monk said with emotion, "The poor monk also yearned for him very much."

Just as the two of them were talking, the flower thread in front of them suddenly stopped moving.

"Huh? This thing has stopped moving, and Dabai's heart has stopped?" The fat man smacked his mouth, "It's so calm, similar to the state a man is in after he trembles."

The monk's expression suddenly changed, he suddenly spread his hands and recited a mantra,

next moment,

The originally motionless flower thread suddenly ignited spontaneously, and the formation began to shake as well, possibly collapsing at any time.

"I'm so fucked, what kind of plane is this!" The fat man immediately bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, and began to press it down on the palm of his hand. This formation was arranged by him and the monk to connect to Su Bai's side. It is equivalent to the rope that Su Bai returned from the memory borrowed by the Yin soldiers. There must be no accidents, especially now that there are signs of accidents.

The monk took out the Buddhist beads and recited Buddhist scriptures. Buddha light appeared all around and began to further bless the formation.

But in the sky above the formation, a golden shadow suddenly appeared. The majestic dragon's power pressed down, causing the fat man and the monk to turn pale, and blood began to overflow from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose...

"Damn it, how could there be a dragon in the dream...and a five-clawed golden dragon..." the fat man cursed.