Super Entertainment Tycoon

If you say Lin Fan, he is really a pure optimist, he can still flirt with Miao Chan's second daughter.

During the period, he took the initiative to discuss with Wang Yu and the others whether there was any way to escape, and his voice was not deliberately lowered, as if he was not afraid of being heard by others.

"By the way, I haven't asked you how it suddenly became like this, and I can't get in touch."

"Some time ago, Fenggu came to two strange people. They are no different from ours on the surface, but they are bleeding blue blood, claiming to be some kind of astral cultivator." Wang Yu recalled.

"What!" Lin Fan was a little shocked, "When did it happen?"

Wang Yu thought for a while and replied: "A month ago."

"A month ago..." Lin Fan's expression changed. At that time, Pu Xiu Anna and the others hadn't come!

"Go on!"

"The two of them are very strong. They kill people when they come over. Patriarchs of several big families died in their hands. They said they were looking for the chosen one. No one knew who they were talking about. These two people ordered all the inheritance families to help them find some weird materials. Half a month ago, they used those materials to create an instrument. I can be sure that the instrument is at least a product of at least a hundred years beyond modern technology. then……"

"Say."

"Then, for some reason, the image of you, your lord, was condensed on the instrument. They asked who you were. The grandsons of the Nangong family told them. Then the two mysterious people disappeared, the second after they left. God, all the families have started to attack us, and the communicator has no signal. There is no way for us to contact you."

After listening to Wang Yu, Lin Fan stood there quietly without making a sound.

He finally knew why the communicator was useless here, it must be the ghost of those two aliens, but a month ago, no spaceship came to earth at that time! Where did they come from, is it possible? Lin Fan thought of a terrible possibility.

That is, those two aliens have been lurking on the earth all the time! However, he soon overthrew this theory, remembering that Zuo Chengchun told him that people from other living planets cannot absorb any energy on the earth, and staying for a long time will definitely regress in strength.

Why on earth, why!

...

"What you said is true?" Poseidon looked at the old man in front of him.

"Otherwise? What do you think your so-called Twelve Lord Gods are for? If I'm not wrong, two people have already arrived a month ago." Jiang Taixu stood on the ruins of a pyramid.

Prometheus shook his head, "Impossible, how is this possible? How could we be other people's puppets! We are gods! We are gods!"

"Hehe." Jiang Taixu laughed twice, "God? Boy, you are less than a thousand years old when you count the time you sleep, so you are also arrogantly claiming to be a god? Which **** king is not an eternal existence?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Prometheus shook his head vigorously.

"I've already said that, believe it or not."

"Grandpa, our twelve gods and you have been dealing with you for nearly a thousand years. If this is true, why are you telling us now?" Poseidon said

"It's useless to tell you before, now, finally, a decent Chosen one comes out."

"Impossible, you are lying to me! I want to kill you, kill you!" Prometheus ignited flames in his hands, and blasted Jiang Taixu with a volley punch.

This flame is infinitely magnified in the air, like a wall of fire pressed against Jiang Taixu. The flame has extremely high temperature. Even the steel will melt instantly, but Jiang Taixu will not even do a dodge in the face of this wall of fire. When the wall of fire was about to press on him, it disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared before.

Jiang Taixu slowly stretched out his hand and held it in the void. Prometheus was like being pinched by an invisible big hand, unable to move.

"How could it be!" He seemed to be locked in his throat, "how could you be so strong!"

"Little guy, how come I have lived for more than 3,000 years. Even if I only do push-ups every day, I'm much better than you. You don't really think that I am afraid that you two came to this ghost place? There’s not even a ghost in the shop, not to mention my wine."

"Then you?" Poseidon wondered.

"Come with me, go in and take a look." Jiang Taixu waved his hand, and there was a rumbling sound from the ruins of the pyramid.

Both Poseidon and Prometheus felt a vibration under their feet, and a gap opened in front of them. This was a passage that could lead to the ground.

"Let's go." Jiang Taixu walked in first.

Poseidon and Prometheus looked at each other suspiciously, and immediately followed.

...

I didn't sleep all night. I checked the time on the communicator. It has been a whole night, and it is ten o'clock in the morning.

The door of the dungeon was pushed open severely, and Patriarch Nangong and the remnants of Xuanyuan's family walked in.

"It seems that several of you have chatted a lot this evening."

"It's okay." Lin Fan was **** in the cocoon and his mouth was not honest, "I heard that your mother is pretty saucy, when will it make me cool?"

"The mouth is cheap!" Nangong Patriarch opened the cell and kicked Lin Fan over, "Do you think you are a human? Now you are just a prisoner!"

The actions of Nangong Patriarch made Wang Yu angry, and he slammed into the iron cage in front of him, "Nangong Ji, I want your life!"

"Haha." Nangong sneered, "Wang Patriarch, wait until you have your life to live, let me take them away!"

Swish, a group of family children opened the cell and escorted them out.

"Hey, okay." Lin Fan lowered his head and put on a frustrated look, "It seems that I still haven't reacted to the current situation, but to be honest, Patriarch Nangong, if I have a chance, really give me your mother. Let's play."

As soon as he got out of the cell, Lin Fan couldn't open his eyes because of the sunlight. "This kind of long-lost feeling has to be thanked for this tattered rope."

Many people have gathered outside the Nangong family, and there is also a high platform at the gate.

"Damn, the guillotine on it is not for execution, right?" Lin Fan opened his mouth wide. This high platform was built according to the ancient execution platform. The tiger head hanging high above was shining with cold light, although Lin Fan was right. His muscle strength is very confident, but he is even more confident that if this tiger-headed guillotine cuts his neck, he probably won't even pause for a while.

Could it be that Lao Tzu is here? His brother still has a great life to enjoy!

Lin Fan muttered, "It's not Lao Tzu, not Lao Tzu, not Lao Tzu."

But the facts will not change because of his thoughts, and two aristocratic children pushed and pushed him onto the execution platform.