1048 Encirclement and Suppression
"Shang! Fang! Bao! Sword!"
The black devil roared, his voice full of unwillingness!
"Yes, yes, old friend, thank you for remembering me."
Wang Luo stood on the sword, "I will save you, Amitabha."
After Wang Luo finished speaking, the body of the black demon had disappeared.
"How did you come?"
Li Fan looked at Wang Luo in surprise.
"Idiot, leave quickly, or you won't be able to leave for a while."
Wang Luo pointed at the approaching troops around him. Once they got close, Li Fan would indeed be in some trouble.
"Then I'll leave first."
Li Fan picked up Shen Chen, then jumped up, followed behind Wang Luo, and disappeared from the building in the blink of an eye using light skills.
The mayor sat down on the chair and breathed a long sigh of relief.
This crisis was finally resolved.
But what they relied on was not the British masters, but the Chinese martial artists. This made the mayor feel happy, but at the same time he felt a strong sense of insecurity.
"Go and find out who that man is."
The mayor told the secretary beside him who was also relieved, "It's really impossible to try to let him become our nationality... and we can't keep him... Lawrence, who is that Chinese man?"
"I only know one of them."
Lawrence shrugged, "And just for a while."
"I know the other one. He is China's Shang Fang Sword, the patron saint of China."
"China...why are there so many perverted characters?"
Lawrence was stunned.
No wonder the Magic Association bans magicians from entering China. Lawrence really didn't understand it before, but now he finally understands.
"It seems that this young man may be the next generation of Shang Fang Baojian that China is cultivating."
The Mayor of London frowned and ordered Lawrence.
"Use my password to ask the Magic Association to send two other holy-level magic gods with a hundred fifth-level magicians from the Magic Association. If he is unwilling to join our nationality, kill this person overnight. Absolutely. He cannot be allowed to leave the UK."
Lawrence was silent for a moment.
"What, you don't want to?"
"No, glad to oblige."
Lawrence nodded, "Everything is for the Empire on which the sun never sets."
"Well, as long as you understand."
The Mayor of London picked up the phone and handed it to Lawrence.
"Use my phone to call the Magic Association and hurry up."
Li Fan and Wang Luo were currently staying in an uninhabited house in the suburbs of London. Wang Luo was working skillfully in the kitchen, preparing two dinners and placing them on the table.
"My cooking skills are amazing, come on, try my cooking skills."
Looking at the two plates of egg fried rice in front of him, Li Fan was a little speechless.
"Can you call your craftsmanship amazing?"
"Don't you read novels and TV series? The male protagonist usually conquers everything with the simplest egg fried rice!"
Wang Luo said with a smile.
"Damn, isn't that an online novel? It's pure nonsense. How delicious can egg fried rice be? I've read too many Chinese Little Masters!"
Li Fan curled his lips and said, "I had a fight with the devil. I want to have a big meal."
"Egg fried rice is rich in nutrients and best for replenishing energy."
Wang Luo said to Li Fan earnestly, "You can't be picky about food, young man! And eat quickly, we will run away after eating."
"Run away? What way to run?"
Li Fan was a little confused, "Shen Chen and I are on the plane tomorrow. If we want to run away, why don't you run alone?"
"Do you think that if you cause such a scene in London, people will let you go back safely?"
"I'll go, I saved them."
"You can save them, but you can also destroy them."
Wang Luo explained to Li Fan with a smile, "If it were you, could you let such a terrible enemy go back?"
"It seems impossible."
Li Fan nodded, "I understand what you mean."
"Well, why don't you eat quickly and leave as soon as you finish eating."
Wang Luo sat next to Li Fan and picked up chopsticks, "When they arrive in China, they will be honest."
"But there is also a group of people in China who want to kill me, right?"
Li Fan thought of the jihad plan, "For these people in power, it's all the same. After using us, they just abandon us."
"Take over Shang Fang's sword."
Wang Luo said to Li Fan while eating egg fried rice, "The god of death has rested on my shoulder. Next time you are in such danger, I won't be able to help you."
"I can do it on my own, I don't need your help!"
Li Fan still has this stubborn temper.
"Kid, I had the same temper as you when I was young."
Wang Luo wasn't angry either, "Don't look back until you hit the wall."
"You mean you hit the wall?"
Li Fan quickly ate the egg fried rice and then asked.
"Then I won't tell you."
Wang Luo maintained his sense of mystery, "Take this little girl, it's time for us to leave."
"Are they coming?"
"Well, faster than I thought."
"Speaking of which, why didn't you leave earlier?"
Li Fan couldn't help but ask.
"How can you run away if you don't have enough to eat?"
Wang Luo laughed, "Besides, do you want to swim back? The ship I contacted has just arrived at the port and is waiting for us."
"All right."
Li Fan carried Shen Chen on his back and tied it with a rope.
"Let's go."
"Be careful, your weaknesses are already known to those British guys."
Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, then held his Shang Fang sword, shook his black coat, and walked out the door.
However, Li Fan saw that Wang Luo had white hair on his temples. The last time he saw him, he still had black hair.
Has he aged so much in just a few days
Wang Luo and Li Fan walked outside the small house, but suddenly the lights outside were originally dark, lighting up the surrounding area as if it were daytime.
A group of magicians in tuxedos gathered around, not just them, but also many people from the army.
Li Fan took a look and saw that there were four tanks with their gun barrels pointed at him.
And two men in white tuxedos stood there, one man and one woman, both elderly people, and they seemed to be Dharma gods.
And Lawrence stood among them, holding on to his foreign hat and cane, looking at Li Fan.
"Li Fan, I'm sorry, you can't escape."
"You guys are really going to kill the cook when you're full."
Li Fan sneered.
"We all stand on different standpoints and each has his own master. Please understand."
"I should let Shen Chen kill you first."
Li Fan sneered, "This is my understanding of you."
"Stop talking like a kid."
Wang Luo patted Li Fan, then looked at the people in front of him and smiled very happily.
"This scene is really touching. The last time you attacked the Creator, it was nothing more than this, right?"