Gourd of Douluo

"hiss!"

Wang Xiaofeng didn't notice Nitya's embarrassment because he was completely attracted by the situation in front of him.

It was a majestic horse that rushed out of the endless darkness at the end of the snack street. It came like a mountain in the night. The lightning flashed on his metal armor with thunder, and its white fur was bathed in the crystal rain. , four thick and powerful hooves dug out shocking cracks on the stone road!

A four-hundred-year-old four-legged horse beast came through the darkness, and then stopped suddenly in front of the two of them.

Thunderbolts shot out from its nasal cavity, and its smart eyes stared at Wang Xiaofeng. Wang Xiaofeng could even see the disdain in its eyes.

The four-legged horse beast has an extremely arrogant personality. Except for the owner who tames it, it does not look down upon other humans.

Wang Xiaofeng felt that it did have the right to be so proud, because the owner on its back was indeed extraordinary in appearance.

He wore a majestic iron mask, and the only two exposed pupils radiated gold that was comparable to thunder. His armor refracted the lightning and bathed in violent lightning arcs. The tip of the shining spear pointed at Wang Xiaofeng, like a god controlling thunder. .

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the opponent's weapon pointing at him, raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at Nidia: "What does this mean?"

When Wang Xiaofeng asked this question, Nitya's fair and tender cheeks instantly turned pink.

She explained coyly: "I haven't had time to tell my family about our affairs. My second brother may have regarded you as a pretty boy cheating on you."

"Oh, I understand." Wang Xiaofeng nodded, carrying the gift bag in his hand, he walked to the black-armored army who was staring straight ahead and adhering to military discipline.

Without saying a word, Wang Xiaofeng stuffed all the bags in his hands to them: "Here, this is your lady's stuff, so take good care of it."

Several black-armored soldiers hurriedly took the bag, with confused expressions on their faces: "I'm not here to help Commander Zhou control the situation. Why do I feel like I suddenly became a bag-carrying boy?"

The team leader standing aside was afraid that these few people were ignorant, so he quickly signaled with his eyes: "Why are you still hanging around? Why don't you get it quickly?"

Several people stared blankly at their captain's wink. Although they didn't understand what it meant, the tacit understanding cultivated over the years still made them feel the breath of extra training, and they hurriedly hid in the corner holding large and small bags.

"My second brother has grown up in the military since he was a child. He is highly skilled and he reached level 58 half a year ago. You must be careful later."

Although Nitya lowered her voice, everyone present was a soul master. This volume was no different from speaking loudly in front of others.

Mr. Tuesday's brows hidden under the mask were raised even higher. It didn't matter that his sister didn't care about him, but she even reminded the pretty boy in a gentle voice.

He has never experienced this kind of treatment at home!

"Since my sister likes you so much, I will be gentler later."

Beat him until his whole body is broken!

Young Master Zhou Zhou glanced at Wang Xiaofeng expressionlessly, without saying anything, and silently showed the starting position of the Zhou family's unique skill, the Zhou family's marksmanship.

At this moment, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression - the anger from his brother!

Wang Xiaofeng glanced at Nidia speechlessly, looking at the good things you did.

Nidia stuck out her tongue, her eyes full of cunning.

"How dare you flirt with Third Sister in front of me, you're looking for death!"

Thick lightning connected the sky and the earth, and the four-legged horse beast straddling the thunder was like an out-of-control Tesla, rushing towards Wang Xiaofeng crazily!

"Such a scene is really exaggerated, like the arrival of the God of Thunder."

Wang Xiaofeng picked up the gourd at his waist with one hand and tossed it gently. The gourd instantly grew in size in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a big hole.

Wang Xiaofeng held the gourd with one hand, directly blocking the lightning strike that was enough to knock a strong man into minced meat, without even moving his feet.

His right hand clasped Nitya's wrist tightly and exerted force, throwing it towards the black-armored army in the distance like a rag doll.

Since the gods have arrived, he, a person who does not respect the gods, should smash this god in the thunder to the mortal world!

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