Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1032 Hunting in the sand sea

"Why... why are you here?!" Biddiville glanced at Soral incredibly.

But things are not so unbelievable, and the problem of werewolves is actually superfluous.

The Swordsman Soral is also one of the candidates for the round table trial, and he estimates that he is also worried about the money. The magic swordsman thinks of a solution that is similar to that of Bedyville: it is a bounty hunter who is entrusted to make money in this city full of opportunities.

Of course, this guy would have received the same commission from the werewolf and was sent to the same sand boat. This coincidence is a bit surprising.

"It seems that we really have a relationship (Kama), my friend!" Solar nodded, showing a smile without a touch on his slightly straight face.

"Yes, it's really a good thing, it's like your kid is tracking us." Bedyville was dissatisfied with it. But he knows best that Solar arrives at the sand boat one step earlier than them. To say "tracking" is also that they are "tracking" the Solar.

"Ah hahahaha. You think too much, my friend!" Solar waved his hand and smiled heartily: "So, I have some things to talk to with the buddies over there, let's see you back?"

He opened his steps and pulled away from the werewolf group to chat with other bodyguards on the deck. I don't know if it was because of the goodness of the Soral or something else. The human bodyguards should have met with the swordsman, but they were able to talk to Solar. This guy is really a natural stay.

"Mr. Solar..." Segrad looked admiringly at the back of the swordsman.

The werewolf glanced at Segrad, and his heart was envious and fiery, but he did not withdraw the swordsman. Just as he was wondering, the sand boat shook a little and began to move. As the sands get faster and faster, the port has become very small, replaced by rolling hills.

"Where are we staying here?" The werewolf looked at the pier that was far behind, curiously asked.

"Just stay here." As a security consultant, Kana is still wary of the werewolf group. She is alert and warned: "The cabin is a restricted area. I don't welcome unrelated people. If you have nothing, don't bother." "

"And." Kana patted her hand and exchanged a few sailors with props: "This is for you."

Betwell took over the "props" that the sailors sent, and couldn't help but wonder: "This is... fish?"

"Yes, it’s a fishing rod." There was a slight smile on Kana’s mouth, which seemed to sneer at the ignorance of the werewolf. She knocked on the metal ball buoy hanging at the end of the alloy fiber fishing line: "This is an electromagnetic vibrator. Throw it into the sand, it can use the electromagnetic effect to make continuous vibration, leading to the desert konjac. So, In addition to being on the deck, you have another job: fishing."

fishing! It’s really a beautiful sound that sounds like a leisurely one.

"I don't understand." The werewolf picked up the alloyy, heavy-feeling fishing rod: "When you do business for safety, shouldn't you try to avoid contact with the enemy? But do you ask us to deliberately attract the enemy?"

"I know you will ask, outside the door." Kana sneered even more. "The fact is that the subsonic waves from the sand boat's electric floating engine will surely attract the desert konjac. It is inevitable. And these **** The fish are all a thousand miles and add a blind eye: a few thousand miles away, I heard a little noise will come to join in the fun, and found that the sand boat will chase the end of the earth.

Many stupid caravans don't know how to take preventive measures, and often lead to a konjac in the voyage. Such sand boats can be described as fierce and less - for safety, Shagang does not allow them to enter Hong Kong, and they cannot afford to get rid of thousands of samurai rounds... and finally tragic death. "

The white bear exclaimed: "How can I do this!"

"Where, people are selfish, especially in Egypt." Karna sneered at himself: "So, you should use this, all the way to the desert konjac, and eliminate these nasty fish in time. You think I think it is easier to kill ten konjac each time, and it is easier to complete the task in one hundred times. Is it easier to deal with thousands of konjac one time?"

"Know, know! We are done." Biddiville clenched the fishing rod helplessly and threw a hook with a buoy.

Slaged and Elaine also looked at each other and learned to throw the eaves.

"This is a harpoon gun. You have a hand in your hand." Kana also told the sailors to distribute the props for the attack. "Isn't it necessary for me to use it? Put the harpoon into the body of the shark." Then press the coiled steel cable and drag those **** fish back."

"Wow." Biddyville looked at the sharp, barbed gunpoint of the harpoon gun, and couldn't help but feel hair: "It's not enough to kill the desert konjac, you have to catch the boat?!"

"The konjac is hidden in the sand, the scales on the body are very hard, and the ordinary means can't kill." Kana fiddled with her hair, and her black hair slid in the wind rising from the sand boat: "Must be Catch them up and give a fatal blow in the heart. In short, please, please."

Beddyville was even more puzzled. This job may be more **** than the Werewolf youth imagined. A few hours later, the deck of the ship will be covered with the bodies of the desert konjac. The konjac who was pierced by the heart and died will be **** and full of the entire deck. The picture must be beautiful and beautiful. Can't look directly.

At the same time (?), 8 am, Great Britain.

"Oh--" Husky licked his sleepy eyes and put a spoonful of breakfast oatmeal into his mouth: "Uncle Arthur?"

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"Today is a working day, Arthur is of course going to work." Greenville smiled at the canine boy. "What happened? You have been playing for two days, haven’t played enough yet, want to continue playing in the playground? ?"

"It's not a play--" Husky, who was sleepy and confused, just wanted to correct Greenville's statement, only to remember the agreement with Uncle Arthur that he could not let others know the existence of the simulation game. He hurriedly changed his mind: "Hey, to Wang. The playground is so fun. Wang."

It’s all a lie. The heart sound of the canine boy has already betrayed him. Greenville is not only laughing, but children are simple.

"Ha, Hal, Wang?" Husky remembered the last night and couldn't help but worry about his little friend.

"Hal is still asleep. He bleed last night, and his body is still weak." Greenway said: "Let him sleep for a while. The math class in the morning is only one student."

"哎——?!" The canine boy shouted subconsciously.

Greenville’s face showed a moment of gloom: "What's wrong, is there any dissatisfaction?"

The canine boy slammed his mouth and protested: "Yes, but it’s so boring Wang! If Harr is not there, only Husky is alone, it’s too boring."

Greenville turned his gaze to the other corner of the table: "So, let the uncle of the comet come over to class, so it won't be boring?"

"Hey--" Xinghuilong almost didn't drink half of the potato stew broth and spit it out: "What do you want to do with a dragon to go to elementary school math class?"

"So, do you really understand primary school math?" Greeneville glanced at the comet with a glance: "What is the formula for the sum of squared residuals?"

"Residual...residual..." Jin Shuang didn't spray soup, but almost spurted blood: "I haven't heard of it! How can I understand this kind of thing! - What do you guys do? This kind of thing really Is it a primary level?!"

"The times are progressing, and IQ is improving. Humans have had anti-gravity spaceships thousands of years ago. This simple mathematical knowledge is of course the level of three-year-olds." Greenville smiled disapprovingly: "Dare to love you dragons with this No?"

Comet looked at Husky sympathetically: "It seems that it’s not easy for you to be a kid."

The canine boy reported with a smile.

"Hey--" At this time, the leopard boy, Hal, woke up and walked out slowly from the bedroom. He held a cane in one hand and the wall in the other, and said palely: "Good morning~"

Greenville was shocked and quickly helped the leopard boy: "Stupid! You can't get out of bed! Why not take a break?"

"But Hal slept too much yesterday, and couldn't sleep at all." The leopard said aggrieved.

"Well, come over for breakfast, the action is slower--" Greenville helped the Leopard teenager to walk slowly, turning his head to the comet and Husky: "What are you doing? Come over and help!"

"Why do you want me to help? Is this kind of thing handed over to the servant to do it?" The selfish Xinghui Long smiled disapprovingly.

Husky did not say a word, his eyes narrowly looking at the bandages in the gaps of Hal Pajamas.

"No problem." The leopard teenager whispered: "Hal can eat breakfast without having to help. Really."

"What is said to be stubborn." Greenville took the little panther to the chair: "Well, open your mouth and eat this oatmeal."

"Ah--" Hal opened his mouth slyly, perhaps afraid of continuing to squat with Greenwell's aunt.

At this time, a servant walked into the dining room and sipped a few words in the Queen's ear.

"Oh, isn't it? It's weird, why are you looking for us instead of looking for Arthur?" Greenville, while feeding Hal, had a thoughtful thought: "In short, let them come over." First, listen to what they want to say."

The servant nodded intently and left in a hurry to pass the queen's will.

Husky is wondering, what kind of uninteresting people will disturb them during this breakfast?

A familiar footstep sounded outside the dining room.

"Good morning, my dear Greenville, the Queen," said the gentle and flamboyant fisherman, Calvin, who just walked into the dining room and went to court.