The Domestic Hero

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A round sunset, close to the horizon, dyed the sky and sand dunes in the distance a deep red.

The weather is clear and there is no sand.

On the edge of the desert, under a gray, wind-eroded mountain rock, seven or eight sand-yellow tents surround an ancient well, forming a temporary nomadic camp.

In front of the tent, a wedding of a Berbers is lively.

The bonfire stained the surrounding area with fiery red, camels sniffed not far away, a dozen relatives and friends sat on the ground in front of the bonfire, a pair of Berber newcomers in front of them, jumping among the relatives and friends traditional dance.

The air is filled with the aroma of wood burning, as well as the food and drink, and the cheerful taste.

"Yan, you are my most respected friend of Mohammed, come and taste the most precious food of our Berbers."

The bridegroom's father is a middle-aged man with a big beard and a handsome face. At this moment he smiled happily, under the thick black beard, a few white teeth were exposed, looking happy and very happy.

This handsome young man whom he called "Yan" was naturally the flaming son Wang Yan who disappeared again in the qualifiers.

After leaving the two saints, he disguised again. After a long journey, he was tired and thirsty. He happened to meet two Berber families and was holding a wedding for their children.

Wang Yan simply pretended to be a lost traveler, and by the way gave the two newcomers a gift of one hundred lambs as a gift.

In Africa, the price of a lamb is actually very cheap, the lowest is only 80 yuan, but it is a precious gift for nomadic people who cannot cultivate in the desert and can only rely on nomadic living and have no economic source. .

Not to mention that one hundred lambs of the highest quality were given at a time, which is more than the property of these two families combined.

When Wang Yan took out a stack of coins, all the warm and hospitable Berbers were mad and crazy. He immediately regarded him as the most distinguished guest, and the bride came out to welcome him.

In the eyes of these Berbers, this oriental visitor is more than a local tyrant, it is simply a local tyrant gold.

Wang Yan did not regard himself as an outsider. He simply decided to live here for the last two days and nights of the qualifiers, taste the Berber cuisine, and enjoy some exotic leisure time.

Using a line he used to see in a TV series, the most important thing in life is happiness.

As for why not continue the qualifiers?

God, do n’t laugh, now that the qualifiers are coming to an end, it is estimated that all the contestants are in a crazy score, and at least half of them want to trouble themselves.

If they are traced by them, they will have to exhaust themselves. Besides, they have enough points to advance. Instead of exhausting, they should save their strength and wait for work.

At this time, Wang Yan put on a traditional Berber costume and didn't notice anything strange if he didn't look carefully.

In addition, he has not dealt with the Berbers once or twice. After the genes have been strengthened, he has improved all aspects of his qualities, and it has become easier to learn languages. Now he can understand and use some Berbers. Native language.

He picked up the wooden bowl and tasted the rich goat milk. On the blanket in front of him, he filled the distinctive lamb and grilled buns, as well as some desert-specific fruits.

But now the precious food handed over by the host has attracted his attention deeply.

"this is……"

Wang Yan looked at the wooden plate handed in front of him, which contained two round meatballs. After a simple roasting, the two meatballs were dark on the surface and still had bloodshot eyes on them.

The smell is very strong, the stale smell of goats, you can smell it without coming close.

With such a combination of shape and smell, Wang Yan immediately thought of something, and his brow jumped uncontrollably.

How does this look like that one, there is a special part of the male goat that has just been slaughtered.

"Yan, this only distinguished guests and male talents are eligible to eat." The bearded male host smiled and patted Wang Yan's shoulder with a very sincere expression. "This is a good thing. The man eats it and is strong!"

It really is a special part of the male goat!

At the thought of that special part, Wang Yan couldn't breathe, coupled with this thick sullen smell, he just whispered it when he heard it. This must be eaten, and surely not spit out?

"Well, I'm afraid it's not good to eat?" Wang Yan smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, okay, you eat the best. You are our most distinguished guest. You must try the most precious food of our Berbers." The host thought Wang Yan was embarrassed and more enthusiastic now.

Wang Yan sniffed closer and sniffed.

Although the elementary school teacher taught to respect the customs and culture of other ethnic groups, but this, vomiting, heavy taste, wouldn't it really want to eat?

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While Wang Yan was enjoying the joy of the Berber wedding and the precious food, the entire Sahara really fell into a frenzy.

A total of 1,500 contestants, nearly one-third of the contestants have so far chosen to withdraw from the game because of serious injuries, collapse, or difficulty in perseverance in a difficult situation.

With the departure of a large number of players, it means that a large number of points have disappeared. It also means that each remaining player is an elite who can stand the test, and each is a difficult competitor.

There are only two days left. If you do not accelerate to knock down your opponents and get more points in this last time, it means that you cannot advance to the competition. You also need to be guarded to avoid becoming a prey for other players.

Time seems to start to accelerate.

Tension and anxiety began to spread among each player.

The audience in the venue of the Youth Conference also tightened their nerves and became excited. With every change in the game, the mood fluctuated.

With the advent of the fifth day of the qualifiers, the group also made a heavy decision.

"From now on, the points ranking system will be closed, no one outside or on the court will be able to check the points ranking, and the player's point refresh time will be halved!"

The host Sean announced in a loud voice that the whole venue was watching the crowd and exploded.

Many soft-hearted spectators began to shout cruelty at the competition system, and more spectators expressed their excitement.

Unable to check the points, which means that the players who were originally in the promotion rankings can no longer determine their own rankings, nor can they determine their own rankings. Have they been crowded out by other players.

Players who are not in the promotion rankings are even more stressed. They simply can't know how many points they still have before they can advance.

Coupled with halving the point refresh time, this means that all contestants now have only one choice left.

That is fighting!

Only constant fighting, constantly knocking down opponents, and constantly squeezing out your last strength can ensure that you will not be eliminated or become a stepping stone for other players.

The already hot qualifiers seemed to be fueled by the competition team, and the atmosphere suddenly became white-hot.

In the desert, the contestants who received the notice completely boiled.

Some players who experienced setbacks and emotions even turned to the drone and yelled at the team for being mad.

Of course, as the organizer of this competition, the chairman of the Super League, Emmons, will not care about the complaints of these players. The big brothers on the podium are also very willing to see the miserable appearance of the players.

In their words, today's young people are just too squeamish, and they can't make up for it.

It was the son of the flame who couldn't keep it up all the time, which made them feel very sorry.

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A cold and silent night sky in the desert suddenly flashed a dazzling arc of thunder.

"Click!"

A clear thunderbolt pierced the sky, and two members of the Australian Superpower Council were lying on the ground by lightning arcs. Their electric lights flashed, and they seemed to have been paralyzed by lightning, and they could no longer act.

"Wow."

With a strong wind, a young man with white wings behind him hung in the night sky.

His blond hair fluttered in the wind, handsome and unattractive.

"Woo, Lei Biao, we are wrong, we should not watch Dongying and other countries circumvent your National African Affairs Bureau, and follow up to make up your knives. Let's admit defeat and let us go?" Two Australian members, with hairs Standing upright, lying on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Humph, late!"

A sharp female voice sipped coldly, like the sharp edge of a long sword, crossing the night.

Gao Mingyue, who was standing under the sword before the sound had fallen completely, had no idea when he appeared beside the two on the ground.

A team followed the two of them, and the orderly members of the National African Affairs Bureau quickly surrounded them from behind.

At the beginning of this qualifier, Dongying Alliance could not wait to encircle Wang Yan and the entire National African Affairs Bureau. It is for this reason that the solid cohesion of the National African Affairs Bureau once again exerted a powerful force.

The scattered members quickly formed a team, and then led by top powerhouses such as Lei Hong and Gao Mingyue, not only smashed the encirclement and suppression of many countries, but now divided into several teams and launched an offensive against those alliance organizations.

Burst Bear and Yuan Rourou led another team at this time to launch a counterattack against the Indian organization.

Of course, this is also due to Wang Yan's containment in one fell swoop and finally wiped out the main result of the Dongying Alliance, otherwise the National African Bureau will inevitably be robbed this time.

But even so, there are still many members of the National African Bureau who are unwilling to succumb and beg for mercy.

Many people could not forget the scene of the tragic scene.

"Slap, pop!"

Gao Mingyue was angry and cold, and swept away. The two Australian members flew out like sandbags, their eyes flashed, and they fainted.

"This is the price to start with our National African Bureau!" Gao Mingyue's tone was cold and full of majesty.

She then drew her gaze and looked around the members of the National African Affairs Bureau. "We have two days to go. We have to let those guys taste it. The anger of our National African Affairs Bureau!"

"Roar!" Thirty or so members of the National Bureau of African Affairs, all made a powerful cry.

Lei Hong looked at him, his whole body was full of high fighting intent. He slowly raised the thunder urgent gun in his hand, and spit out a word coldly: "War!"

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