The Domestic Hero

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"Gang, Gam."

The small country of China is rented within me.

Uncle Pao nibbled peanuts, sipped Erguotou, looked at the screen on the notebook, and smiled meaningfully: "Little Feifei, that son of your family is really interesting, they don't really have any stories?"

"Can there be any story?" Pope Guangming glared at Uncle Gun, munching a peanut, and complained with resentment, "Isn't it a good thing your baby apprentice did? Can he fight the holy war without him? That cruel holy war, my son can ... "

Originally, he wanted to say a sympathetic one, but he couldn't say anything to his lips.

Sorrow with the dark son of the enemy camp? Pooh! What is this?

"Yo, dare to love the jihad that you fought, and blame Wang Yan, an outsider?" Uncle Cannon glanced at the bright pope and threw a peanut in his mouth, chewing angrily, "Go back to you If Family Son is really bent, would n’t it be the fault of Wang Yan? "

"Where did he bend? Cough cough ..." Pope Guangming was excited and coughed straightly. "Wright's child is kind, but just a little tired recently."

"Hehe." Uncle Cannon nodded, smiling without saying a word, as he all understood.

"Yes, I'm too lazy to tell you." Pope Guangming felt depressed again. He felt that he would get entangled in this kind of problem again, and he would get high blood pressure. Then he picked up the glass and knocked on the table. "Continue watching." "

"Continue watching." Uncle Cannon also picked up the wine glass and touched with Pope Guang.

"Wow."

"Fucked!"

The two old men started drinking again.

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"Cough."

The host Sean pushed his glasses and coughed intentionally, breaking the strange atmosphere of the scene.

"The sixth advancer is announced below, with 305 points, from the African Ancient Witch Alliance, the inheritor of King Solomon's magic, the youngest prophet, Saladin Nuha!"

It is precisely because of the long-time **** of Wang Yan and the Double Saints in the qualifiers that led to many shots not being broadcast to the venue in time.

Therefore, almost no one in the crowd watched the game. Although this newcomer known as the prophet had some discussion, he was more questionable.

"Have you never heard of this name, is he new?"

"The name of the newcomer is so big, it's almost death."

"Only he will use King Solomon's magic? Certainly bragging."

The audience at the scene had not seen the Prophet, but the legend is still heard.

In ancient religions and real life, a prophet originally meant someone who knew or accurately predicted the universe, human society, or natural sciences, not a wizard who simply predicted the future.

During that period, the prophet would not only criticize reality and guide the ruling class, but also use ethics from gods to educate the people and have a high status.

But with the rapid development of human beings, those ancient things have long been lost in the long river of history.

What remains is just some fake names and gimmicks, although this name is still influential in some places.

In the crowd's curious eyes, in the queue of the African Ancient Witch Alliance, in the Arab region, a young man riding a flying carpet slowly rose.

He is a typical Arab youth. He looks in his early thirties, with a white and handsome face, and a line of masculine mustache on his lips. At first glance, he is uninhibited and thought he was a catwalk model.

He wore a traditional white turban on his head, instead of a large traditional robe, he wore a custom suit.

The most striking thing is that on his ten fingers, eight of them were wearing thick gemstone rings and three strings of gold inlaid gemstone necklaces on his chest, which looked rich and bold.

After watching the crowd on the spot, after watching it for a while, more doubts also sounded.

"This is the Prophet? Surely it's not an upstart?"

"If you have money, you can be a prophet? Then I can do too."

Saladin ignored the reaction at the scene, raised his mouth slightly, reached out into his arms, and scattered a large amount of US dollars.

In his words, "In today's world, banknotes are more useful than scriptures."

Sure enough, a lot of banknotes were blown to the entire auditorium with a magic air flow. All the audience on the scene wowed and boiled.

"Wow haha! Prophet! I think he must be a prophet!"

"It's cool, it was so cool to be beaten by a banknote!"

"I heard that they are Arab, each has an oil field, and they bathe with banknotes every day, it seems true!"

The bikini banshees who had been conscientiously selling things also went crazy.

The banshees shone brightly in their eyes, screaming excitedly while picking up a lot of banknotes.

"Prophet, why!"

"Brother the Prophet, please use your money to smash me!"

"Uncle Prophet, I will learn the devil with you tonight! Dharma!"

The young prophet standing on the flying carpet smiled slightly and his expression was kind. If he exchanged a large amount of money in his hand for an ancient scripture, it would look exactly like the prophet in the ancient portrait.

The crowd of people watching the game around him, bursting with joy.

The SAFE queue, like the contestants from other organizations, was all stunned.

"True local tyrant, this sprinkle is at least several million?" Even Wang Yan opened his eyes wide and patted Zhang Weidao beside him. "I think he is a real grandfather."

"I, I, I can scatter!" Zhang Weidao was a little stunned, and a little dissatisfied, but then thought about it wrong, "Bah, I don't scatter when I have money! I, I want to marry a wife!"

"Amitabha, Pharaoh, I think we should make friends with him." Once a kind and innocent little Buddha did not abstain, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said the true meaning of everyone's heart.

"It makes sense!" The people all gave thumbs up. "Such a prophet, we have to make friends with him!"

The lively and cheerful atmosphere lasted for a few minutes. Saladin still cared about the order of the conference, and he spread millions. Then he waved to a group of fans around him and came to Sean in a low-key manner, deep in merit and fame.

After a short hustle and bustle, the host Sean announced the fifth promotion.

"The fifth advancer scored 372 points, the long winter hunter from the Polar Bear Secret Service, Berissa Nova!"

There was a loud applause and cheers at the scene.

Berissa is a very well-known veteran strongman in the world in recent years, with a large group of fans and supporters, and won the fifth place. For many audience members on the scene, she can get the fifth place, deserved.

In the center of the venue, Berissa rode away from the queue slowly, riding the white giant bear Reynolds.

The cold radiated from her body, under the sunlight, shining with the stars and stars, making her take every step forward, as if wearing a snow and glamorous.

Many male and even female audiences at the scene were overwhelmed by her noble and cool temperament.

However, Balissa's eyes never stayed for them.

She walked slowly through the line-up area of ​​the National African Bureau, with clear eyes like glaciers, locked directly on another female ability who was also an ice.

The female ability who was watched by her, black hair like a waterfall, slender and graceful body, was the ice queen, Huangfu Nanlian, who was comparable to her before.

Nan Lian's eyes also looked at Berissa through the sunglasses.

The two women's eyes met in the air, and a ring of cold air quietly spread between the two women.

The noisy hustle and bustle of the crowd seemed to be automatically cut off. Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The whole world seemed to have only two people looking at each other, and the cold cold air between them was like water. .

In a few moments, Berissa raised her lips and moved the white bear Reynolds, and continued to move forward.

Nan Lian also slowly withdrew her gaze, a layer of frost seemed to linger intent, and she had already fainted under her eyes.

After Berissa left, Sean cleared his throat and continued to announce: "The fourth advancer scored 389 points, the golden lion sword from the Super Shield, August!"

Auguste is also a well-known veteran strongman. Midi also used his image to make cartoons in China. At this time, when he played, many observers were boiling.

"Oh, it's the golden lion sword! I also collected his model hands!"

"He is more handsome than the comics, look at his temperament."

Some women have even started screaming, "Brother Lion Sword, I want to have a lion cub for you!"

In the noisy cheers of the crowd, August walked out of the queue with a smile.

At this time, he was wearing a red combat uniform, a silver alloy sword with bright silver back, and long golden hair. He walked with the pace and fluttered with the wind. Under the public attention, he was like a great shore **** of war, with a strong spirit.

August enjoyed the cheers of the crowd very much and waved his hand all the way until he came to the queue of the National African Affairs Bureau, but he stopped specially, as if showing off, and greeted Wang Yan and others before saying goodbye.

So far, the fourth to ninth promotion players have been announced.

Six advancing players stood side by side under the podium steps, enjoying the cheers and attention of the audience.

Each of them is full of energy and spirit, and their eyes are full of pride.

This is a moment full of honor. It is enough to prove that they are the top of the young abilities among the world's abilities.

"The above six players will all get second-class equipment later, or a copy of equivalent materials!"

The host Sean stood in front of these six players, facing the audience in the whole venue, and introduced with a passionate tone.

"Next I will announce that the top three advancers in this qualifier will receive the holy equipment or equivalent materials provided in this contest!"

"Holy grail, the holy grail must come out!"

The mood of the crowd watching the game was like a boiled water, and was suddenly culminated. They opened their eyes one by one and raised their ears, fearing they would have heard a name wrong.

Who can be so lucky to receive a rare treasure as a reward? Such a question is like a silk thread around the heart, pulling their hearts tightly.

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