The Domestic Hero

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"uncle?"

Listening to this delicate voice, it is clearly a cute little girl. Is there any special relationship with our flame son Wang Yan?

Peach pushed her glasses, her eyes flashing brightly. With her professional instincts, she continued to develop like this, but that was big news.

When this "uncle" with a little bit of grievance reached everyone's ears, everyone was a little surprised. What's wrong with it!

Some people have whispered in their hearts, "Listening to that voice, the little girl is not very young, and I can't think of our Pharaoh's hunting as wide."

"Idols are idols, and you can't admire them."

Some people also sighed, "Ah, I really want to be the next king."

In short, the rest began to become silent again.

As for why the man-eater who can eat Zhang Huang's furious blow at once, he has long been out of the attention of the surrounding people.

After suddenly hearing this voice, Wang Yan was also a little stunned, with some doubts, and turned to look at the door.

I saw a little girl wearing a school uniform and ponytail standing in front of the lounge.

The little girl is only about sixteen years old, small, with a slightly childish face and eyes full of aura, as if it were the purest gemstone in the world.

Her hair was combed into a simple ponytail and **** with a small green vine. A blue and white high school uniform, although slightly wider, made her look green and pleasant.

At this time her small mouth and red lips squeezed, although there was no words, but in the bright and radiant eyes, revealed a little confidence and strong.

"Miao Miao." Wang Yan dripped cold sweat, and it was indeed her. Why did she come to attend the youth conference?

But I haven't seen her for a long time, Wang Yan still missed her. He happily raised the corner of his mouth and was alone outside for so long. This little girl has grown up.

"Woo, Uncle Wang."

Sun Youmiao's lips twitched slightly, but in the end she couldn't hold back. Tears poured out of her eyes and rushed all the way into Wang Yan's arms, blaming, "You didn't even come to see me for so long, woo ... … "

The crowds around took a deep breath, all stunned. "Such a cute and pure girl, really still suffered the poisonous hand of our old king?"

The peaches on the side were completely stunned. A pair of beautiful eyes opened round, and the fingers pressed on the frame of the glasses shook slightly.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she kept shouting, "I also want to pounce on the male god's arms, so envious, I'm so envious."

Wang Yan smiled, touched Sun Youmiao's head, and comforted softly, "Miao Miao, your uncle misses you too. Uncle has a lot of important tasks, and he can't do without it."

Sun Youmiao's small head rubbed against Wang Yan's arms, and she still said, "I don't believe it, Uncle Wang lied to me, and my father did so to me."

"Hoo!" The crowd around exclaimed, and some people could not help but shed tears, "The big goddess and the little goddess are all Lao Wang."

"Lao Wang is Lao Wang, the winner of life."

The atmosphere in the entire lounge, I don't know when it started to become extremely harmonious.

The people around were all reunited, or moved, or envious because of the idol Wang Yan and the little goddess. They only forgot to stay aside, and there was a crazy guy who had just duel with Wang Yan.

Looking at all this in front of him, Zhang Huang himself was ignorant.

I don't know when the flame will extinguish in my hand when I stand on my own.

Awkward, embarrassed for no reason.

He felt like the air around him, if there was nothing.

No, the air will be sucked in and out anyway. My current sense of existence is even worse than the air.

The swaying wind of the central air conditioner, blowing back and forth above his head, caused a strand of red hair on his forehead to blow back and forth in front of his eyes.

The air was a little dry, and he suddenly had the urge to cry.

Just now the duel, how can it be like this now? Damn Wang Yan, did you purposely send me to fight against me?

"Well," Sun Youmiao seemed to remember something, wiped tears on Wang Yan's T-shirt, and raised her head, "Uncle Wang, I just saw a non-mainstream so mean, he even attacked you."

The crowd around him suddenly realized that when there was such a person, Qi Qi turned to look at Zhang Huang.

Zhang Huang's face was hot, and he was crying. What was the reaction of these people? Who else is non-mainstream? Your own style is obviously very good, OK?

Forget it, why bother with the comments of these low-grade slags? As long as they can beat Wang Yan down, they know who is the real strong man.

When the next chin lifted, he said coldly, "Yes, I attacked, Wang Yan! Have the ability to come to fight with me!"

"Oh, my God, this non-mainstream really has no bottom line, Uncle Wang, I will help you beat him." Sun Youmiao said that from the schoolbag behind him, he took out a small plant with a small humanoid sapling flower pot.

The sapling looks a little humanoid, with small branches like human arms growing under the small canopy.

Planted in an ordinary flower pot, it seems ordinary, but the stems and leaves are full of life energy. If you look closely, you can find a light green firefly quietly flowing between the stems and leaves.

As soon as this little sapling was taken out, the air in the entire lounge seemed to have evolved and became very fresh and refreshing.

The crowds around couldn't help but take a deep breath, and some people have begun to sigh. "How could this little sapling have a forest-like atmosphere?"

"It's amazing, and the man-eating flower before, it's really incredible that Zhang Huang's crit can be easily resolved."

"This little girl is not simple. At such a young age, she actually has B-level strength. I think she has grown up and Zhang Huang must not be an opponent."

"Man, I think this little girl can beat Zhang Huang now ..."

"Miaomiao is a young sapling with aura, how did you get it?" Wang Yan was very knowledgeable. After seeing the sapling, his eyes lit up. Is this the benefit of druid inheritance?

"It's my baby, and my baby is too much. Turn back and tell you slowly." Sun Youmiao smiled sweetly, confidently holding the pink fist, "That despicable non-mainstream doesn't need an uncle's shot. People can clean him up. "

As if feeling the master's heart, the little sapling in the flower pot, like a living creature, stretched its lower branches and raised two small branches like arms, as if to say, "Yes, there is this master Yes, there is no problem in tidying up the kid. "

Zhang Huang was stunned again, and his heart was miserable for a while. He wanted to leave here, and he felt ashamed of himself every moment here.

How many of the most powerful young talents in China can be from the powerful A-class masters? Now when do you become even a little girl with B-level strength and start to look down on yourself?

Okay, admit that the sapling looks good, but at least a little aura of spirits, how could it be able to fight his own Skyfire Avenue?

Now, if it's just an ignorant little girl, it's okay. The key is that people in the entire lounge are starting to look down on themselves. What is going on? It's almost shameful to get home.

"Wang Yan!" Zhang Huang gritted his teeth resentfully, but before he could say a word, he suddenly felt two very strong breaths and had reached the entrance of the lounge.

Who are these two, and the breath is so powerful?

Before Zhang Huang responded, a lazy and sweet female voice came from the entrance of the lounge.

"Yo, Xiao Yan, we're only trying to stop a car. Have you hugged high school students?"

Along with the sound, there is a somewhat unpleasant dark breath, and a seemingly pervasive cold breath.

Under this absolutely repressive momentum, the surrounding crowd could not help but shivered and turned to look at the door.

I saw the one who spoke, with beautiful short hair and a small figure, leaning against the door to look at Wang Yan. A tight leather jacket made her sculpted figure, enchanting and charming.

However, the dark breath flowing around her showed to the world at all times that her vicious and horrible hidden under her glamorous appearance.

Beside this beautiful woman with short hair, there is also a glamorous woman in a long dress.

Her long dark hair was as beautiful as a waterfall, her skin was fair, and the sunglasses on her nose bridge could not hide her beautiful face. Her slender figure, elegant and elegant temperament, compared with the enchanting and charming short-haired woman, just formed another extreme extreme.

Around her, there was also a faint chill, like the same ice lotus with Qinglian Lian and not the demon, so that people could only watch from afar.

Someone in the surrounding crowd shouted their names.

"Uya Ange!"

"Huangfu Nanlian!"

The surrounding abilities are members of various branches of the National African Affairs Bureau, and now almost no one does not know the names of the two of them and Wang Yan, and their relationship.

They turned to look at Wang Yan, who still embraced the little goddess, and slammed away.

They looked at Wang Yan's eyes as if to say, "Lao Wang is going to be finished this time."

"Goddess Pao was arrested, is this still enough?"

However, the incident did not develop as they expected.

Wang Yan greeted them enthusiastically, "Sister Nanlian, Sister An Ge, who do you think is coming?"

"Hey." Sun Youmiao got out of Wang Yan's arms and smiled happily at Nanlian and Ange, then opened her arms and ran towards them quickly. "Sister Nanlian, Ange, I miss you."

"The little girl has grown taller."

"It's still pretty, yes. You are wearing school uniform and carrying a school bag. Wouldn't you just leave school?"

"Yes, although my spiritual practice is not over, I can't wait to see you."

The three goddesses, big and small, came to Wang Yan after talking and laughing. The scene was warm and beautiful, and the crowd around them was a little drunk.

Only Xiaoyan respected Zhang Huang, standing alone outside the crowd, like a statue forgotten by history, lonely and desolate.

Hate!

Zhang Huang took a deep breath and shouted the other party's name again.

"Wang! Yan!"

In any case, you must have an understanding with him today, otherwise this hatred will make him sleepless.

"Well?" Wuya Ange and Huangfu Binglian turned around at the same time, glaring at him coldly, and a sudden chill and murderousness hit his whole body.

Zhang Huang not only shivered, but was secretly surprised. How did the strength of these two women improve so fast? And the relationship with Wang Yan seems to be more intimate than last time.

The hero does not eat the loss.

Zhang Huang tried hard to suppress the hatred in his heart and stared angrily at Wang Yan, "You wait for me, we will see you on the field! I will let you kneel down and beg me to let you go!"

After all, he turned and left, found a corner from a distance, turned his back to the crowd, and sat down.

"Who is this person? What a big tone!"

"You can't poison him!"

"Yes, I want to use a small sapling to pump him!"

"Wait." Wang Yan pulled the three daughters and explained, "He is Zhang Huang. He just came out of the demon prison. I don't know what happened. He asked me to duel. We don't have to deal with him. At the beginning, it is not good to delay the player's entry, "

"So he was Zhang Huang? I didn't recognize it."

"..."

With his back to everyone, Zhang Huang shook his body slightly, and he suddenly felt so bitter in his heart that it was a mistake to come in by himself.

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