Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 340 A Chuanshan King

A farce caused by "disappearing cultural relics" ended up being unhappy.

The high-ranking officials who entered the auction in order to get the heart of the ocean don't know how many people are still alive...

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Sydney Central Hospital.

Han Hao looked at the golden fruit with a missing corner in his hand, feeling a little depressed.

His body exuded a certain burnt smell, and his white hair was curving upwards and curled slightly, like a failed black perm.

He was not hit by the lightning in the penalty area, but was split into an explosive head by Pikachu with a move of [-] volts.

The instigator of this incident, Bu Kerosene, realized what he had done, lay on Ran Bing's lap and licked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Thunder fruit, if this thing is placed in a comprehension novel, no matter how you recruit it, it can be regarded as a great treasure. If you get it, you will be reborn immediately, paving the way for the more than 300 million words of pretending to face.

If a person with poor talent got it, he might explode and die while eating it, or be chased and killed by various strange forces.

Han Hao looked at Ran Bing, this Pikachu, he didn't look like a "naturally gifted" type at all, he was just a fool.

At that time, Ran Bing was quite frightened when he saw the electric mouse gnawing on the fruit. He thought that the electric mouse would die, but he didn't expect that the little guy was not only fine, but even more energetic than before.

The atmosphere in the hospital was so oppressive, there were people from any country, all of them had solemn faces, and they even cried loudly in the hall, not knowing whether it was the death of a family member or a brother.

In this environment, an electric mouse barking "pika~, pika~" is very hateful, Ran Bing feels that he has been watched by many eyes, and Han Hao also has a chill down his spine.

The Sydney Alliance is obviously short of manpower. If someone takes the initiative to find trouble, the two uniformed Alliance personnel in the hall alone may not be able to stop it. Han Hao is likely to be a guest security guard, and those few unfriendly Guy has two strokes.

"Try it, popcorn, there is no one in the cinema next door, I asked Guisi to go in and do it." Guo Feiyu handed two buckets of popcorn to Han Hao and Ran Bing.

"This is a hospital, please respect the dead, okay? Others are crying over there, and we sit and eat popcorn, is it reasonable?" Han Hao stuffed his mouth, and said with some slurred words.

"Never mind him, we're all fine here, we survived the catastrophe, what's wrong with eating popcorn to celebrate?"

Guo Feiyu had appeared, and Han Hao's surrounding eyes became more and more unfriendly.

In the perception range of the waveguide, the oppressive atmosphere is constantly expanding, and will soon reach a zero point of explosion.

"What the hell!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Han Hao threw the popcorn backhand to Guo Feiyu, pulled Ran Bing up and left, "Old Guo, trust me, we must never get together when we are abroad!"

The extremes must be reversed.

Both Han Hao and Guo Feiyu are genuine super lucky owners.

Super lucky + super lucky + super bad luck? ? ? !

If this equation can be established, it can probably explain why the Taj Mahal and the Opera House fell overnight.

The direction of escape is Gong Yangjie's ward.

Duan Chenyang and Ning De seem to be talking about something important.

Probably something like alliance secrets...it is inconvenient for non-alliance insiders like Han Hao to know...the three of them were also driven into the corridor because of this.

"Have you tried it?"

"Well, I tried it, and the internal communication doesn't work either. This black cloud is a bit powerful."

Duan Chenyang half-bowed, sitting on a chair in front of the hospital bed, Ningde stood by the window with his hands folded around his chest.

It is now 8:00 Sydney time.

Han Hao and Ran Bing stood outside the door, originally intending to knock on the door, but the sudden conversation made him give up his plan to knock on the door.

"I saw a man next to the ancient tree. Han Hao was with me at the time, but he didn't respond. I probably misread..." Duan Chenyang said.

"Are you an acquaintance?" Ning De asked.

"Familiar, very familiar, you just died half a day ago."

"Team leader?!" Ningde's eyelids twitched.

"Well, it's the team leader. Han Hao's waveguide is better than my eyes. If the waveguide doesn't respond, I must have misread it."

Ningde was silent for a while, and then said: "If I remember correctly, in Hangzhou at that time, the mutated big-mouthed bat didn't seem to be the work of the dark party."

Duan Chenyang was stunned, and suddenly stood up from the chair, "That's right! How could I have forgotten this!"

Mutant Bigmouth Bat, the organization that used the name of the dark party to make troubles, has been out of the alliance's sight for nearly a year. It is an unknown force called "Axiom Church".

These days I always deal with the dark party, and I subconsciously thought that the incident at the opera house was the work of the dark party, but after thinking about it, the dark party has never done such a large-scale attack.

Even in Siberia, only the parasite named S100 by Ningde appeared. From the beginning to the end, Chen Yang had never seen anyone related to the dark party, and the group of rats hiding underground would never show up easily.

Duan Chenyang and the "team leader" have been at Wuwuxuanxuan in Hangzhou for so many years, and Duan Chenyang is well aware of the prudence of that guy. For a large-scale auction like this morning, he should have known it as early as the "team leader" showed up. Well, the Axiom Church has deceived both groups of people.

"Sorry, I messed up." Duan Chenyang took a deep breath. The fuse of the whole incident was that he asked Ningde to shoot. If the seeds of the giant tree didn't fall to the ground, they wouldn't take root up.

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Sydney, the edge of the old thunder tree.

A man in a long-sleeved shirt was rummaging through the rubble, and the surrounding current was so weak that it could be ignored. This place was near the center of the old tree, which was the original Sydney Opera House.

A Chuanshan King crawled out from the rubble, holding a blue glass vessel in both hands.

Surprise flashed across the man's expression, and he quickly opened the glass container.

Inlaid in a silver carved base, it is a blue gemstone that is larger than the collar button of the dance skirt.

— Heart of the Ocean!

The inside of the gemstone has a feather-like pattern, which seems to be naturally formed or artificially carved.

"Is this really Lugia's feather? It feels a little small... I don't know if the Suwell volcano has succeeded..." The man squatted on the ground and muttered to himself, as if Telling it to myself is like telling it to King Chuanshan.

"I'm a bit upset...the people from the Axiom Church used us as gunmen again, and the guy in the operation department is really dumb, and they will jump into the obvious pits."

Chuanshan Wang nodded perfunctorily, in order to match his master's habit of talking to himself.

"I really want to meet that reformer from the Axiom Church. I heard it's quite powerful...the combination of elves and humans, tsk tsk...what a pathetic group of people..."

"Forget it, I'm hungry, Beibei, go find something to eat."

Chuanshan Wang gave the man a disgusted look.

Beibei is his name, but he doesn't like it.

Doesn't fit his temperament at all, and sounds like a katti dog name...

(End of this chapter)