"I travel to my hometown, I should laugh at me for being passionate, and I will give birth to my hair soon..."

Fang Ning stood on the coast of a small town in Australia, chanting poems.

The beach lingering green looks particularly calm, and it seems that nothing has happened. I am so excited that I want to recite a poem, but unfortunately I can't make a new one, so I have to recite a masterpiece of the first wise.

When he came to this country last time, the old man showed his power here and stole a group of octopus monsters who stole cans and robbed toilets. No, they were octopus people, and they were all drowning in the sea for a few days.

At this moment, there were quarrels in the distance, and a similar thing was happening, but the protagonist was changed and the object of snatching was changed.

"The lowly humans, get out of our land!"

"You have taken our land, and it's time to return it!"

A group of native men with bright feathers on their heads, strange patterns on their faces, and holding spears and arrows in their hands, were besieging a group of white men in the town.

Their weapons seemed ridiculous, but none of the white residents who confronted them could laugh, although everyone was holding long shotguns.

Because the other party's spear was flashing with fluorescence, it was particularly strange.

The arrows are surrounded by yin energy, which makes people shudder.

And these indigenous men were shining with green or red lights among the patterns, as if they were protecting them.

Several warheads had fallen in front of them, and the steel warheads had been twisted and could hardly tell what they were.

And some of their hands left several shallow white marks.

It turned out that before, there was a realistic drama "catching bullets"!

The cycle of reincarnation in the way of heaven is obviously no longer the era when the white ancestors were hunting with hunting rifles. At that time, they knew that the natives were also humans, but they still used them as prey to fight.

Now the native descendants have advanced weapons...the demonic power from the upper realm.

The descendants of the white colonists became prey.

"If you dare to take a step forward, we will inform the guards and send planes here! I don't believe that you can fight against bullets and against planes!" An old white man shouted angrily at the leading native man.

"Haha, you colonists rely on these things to steal our land and enslave us until now. We will take them all back!" A tattooed man aimed at the white residents with a bow and arrow and said fiercely.

"Som, you were not like this before. We are clearly good friends and you are also legal citizens of this country. Even if you take the land back, how many of you are? Can you develop them?" The old white man tried to convince the other party.

"You don't have to worry about this. We still have many friends, and they will help us solve this problem!" Som said confidently.

"What benefits did they give you?"

"Hmph, they promised us that as long as we take back the land, we would give us a large amount of rent every year. Instead of taking away the land of our ancestors like before, you didn't give them a penny, maybe it was a glass ball of about the size of it?" Som gestured a circle with his thumb and index finger.

"Hahaha!" The person behind him burst into laughter.

"You are talking about the Americans. We were all people under the rule of the Queen of the Great Eagle Empire. Your chiefs signed an agreement to let us govern your land. In exchange, we will protect you, so you can live until now." The old white man tried his best to defend himself.

"Hmph, that's all a scam for you humans. For what we knew before, we don't want to kill people today. Hurry up and bring your things and get out!" Som shouted sternly.

A group of white men looked at each other in a glance, and someone began to move backwards.

Just now, they stood up bravely to stop them from rushing into the town and hurting their wives, children and families. Now that they can escape, they don’t want to fight against these monsters that cannot be destroyed by bullets.

"Stop, Laco, what he said cannot be believed. They are trying to seize the enemy of our homeland. Can the enemy believe the enemy's words?" The old white man has rich experience and he firmly believes in one truth.

You must never leave your back to your opponent!

"Follower, I will definitely believe it if I say someone's name." For some reason, Som, the indigenous leader, suddenly spoke cautiously.

"Who?" asked the old white man.

"King Jia..." He said with a hint of fear, "As long as he is still alive in this world, we will not hunt you like your ancestors. Some people have said that in his opinion, you will probably be innocent."

"Who told you this sentence?" The old white man was so keen that he immediately got a clue.

"Don't ask, I have promised this way, are you going to leave or not?" Som asked.

He had just performed grabbing bullets, but he still underestimated the determination of these old friends to defend their homes.

Pooh!

That was his home, the land left by his ancestors. Although everyone was once friends, brothers also had to settle the score clearly, let alone that was a land worth billions!

With these lands, he can live the life of a chief in the future!

Marry dozens of beauties and live in villas with swimming pools. The entrance and exit are Bugatti Veyron, Porsche, Bentley... instead of being a hard and tiring job like before, you can only do security and cleaning.

That’s right, there are no high goals. For individuals, they think about living a good life. No one will contribute in vain unless they are brainwashed.

"Let's go. Since he mentioned the name of the Oriental Lighthouse, he should really not dare to shoot arrows behind us..." The old white man said to others.

"Okay, let's listen to you, Dad Starbucks." The group shouted.

The Oriental Lighthouse shines around the world, and even such a remote countryside is still bathed in its brilliance.

A possible massacre and bloodshed were thus eliminated by his deterrence.

The Oriental Lighthouse is far more reliable than the so-called international conventions!

Fang Ning was watching in the sky, holding a golden book in his hand, without taking action. He wanted to see what these people were going to do?

When the white people came home, picked up their children's wives, and drove away, the tall men and natives rushed to cheer and burst into this town that was quickly quiet.

"This largest house is mine!" Som waved his bow and arrow and occupied a rich villa in the town.

"Then I want this one!" the others shouted, swearing their spoils.

These people ran around and marked the house they looked for everywhere.

Finally, they gathered in a bar exhausted and began to drink alcohol that they could no longer spend money. The bartender and the boss had already fled. They were not locals, so they would not defend the town.

"What a pity, no white girls were left behind." An indigenous man who was much fatter than his companion said in a lewd manner.

"Shut up, Hans, if you really want to do this, you will probably be destroyed by that lighthouse!" Som said fearfully.

"He really has such supernatural powers? Can he see this remote place in our country?" The fat native man didn't believe it.

"Hmph, last time I saw a thief who wanted to steal a car was beaten by him and beaten up. It was not far away from nearby. If you do such a bad thing, you will definitely be killed! He hates rape and killing the most. If you steal some things, you will generally not be beaten to death." Som said in fear.

"So that's it." A group of native men suddenly realized that no wonder this temporary leader emphasized again and again that he could just show his might and scare away those people.

It turns out that I am worried about conflict, killing people, or being unable to control the situation, and something evil happens, which will be a big trouble.

Although they have obtained the holy power, the Xiake A is well-known because the media have used him a lot to attract attention.

Superheroes are always hot topics and the focus is. No matter what skin color, race, or country, as long as they do, they may be in line with the concept of ordinary people, it will be easy to gather a large number of identifyers.

Most people always want to move closer to the strong and expect the strong to be as they expected...

And Xiake A just satisfies their expectations.

Compared with many powerful people who are unrelated to themselves, or some pseudo-strong people who are upright but not strong, or have problems with their personalities, and are often justified, the Knight A has no such weakness at all.

A few flaws were also subconsciously ignored by most people under his strong aura of strength.

This is the treatment of the strong, and people will subconsciously beautify them in order to gain spiritual comfort.

In the bar in the town, a group of natives scrambled to drink, but they didn't know that a book flew in quietly.

"Pu" a guy got a hit on the forehead, then he swayed and fell to the ground.

"Those few cups won't work?! Look at me, give me another barrel of rum!" The leader Som said to a subordinate without caring about it.

The subordinate drank whiskey and then went to the back to bring wine.

When he fought against a wooden barrel, he also got a hit on his head and fell to the ground.

He was better than before. Before he fainted, he turned around to look, but saw nothing.

Fang Ning watched from the side, wondering secretly.

He couldn't help but say to the old man: "How come our baby learns so lewdly? You never do sneak attacks, but it can steal if you can. If you can't, just stay aside."

He thought the old man would not answer, but he didn't expect that he had learned to answer quickly...

"I said earlier that those who are close to the vermilion are red, those who are close to the ink are black, what kind of master, what kind of treasure..." the old man said proudly.

"..." Fang Ning could only speak in silence.

Later, he had a sudden inspiration and said sadly: "Baby is so pitiful, all of them are forced to do this."

The old man asked in confusion: "This broken book is leisurely and free all day long, and has not yet been born, old, sick and died. Don't have to find a wife. What's the pity for it?"

Fang Ning took the opportunity to say, "Baby, you are not as good as you, you know this skill and that method. Only one move with IQ strike. Although the effect is touching, it is too single. It must be that in the secret realm of the paradise of difficult intelligence, you have suffered a lot before the invisible attack mode evolved. Uncle, I will ask you a question..."

"You need to say nothing, I have loved it." The system master answered directly.

"Nonsense, I want to ask you, don't you feel sorry for your baby?" Fang Ning really admired this guy's intuition, and his answer was not outrageous.

Now I don’t love my baby anymore, and I shouted "broken books" every day...

This is all jealousy.

"I don't feel sorry, it cannot be destroyed anyway, so I can do whatever I want." The system master said proudly.

"Damn it, forget it, baby has saved a lot of experience and will give you a 0.5% handling fee. You can help baby upgrade some new skills." Fang Ning said generously.

"Fifty percent."

"10%."
To be continued...