Strategy to Capture Men

Chapter 5

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Han Yanyan is actually a bit strange. Before meeting Zheng Yao in the previous world, the behavior patterns of all other people were almost predictable. She was like opening her eyes to the sky. As long as you don't stretch your hands blindly, things will develop steadily.

But now, the pre-given information in her mind can't make her predict what will happen next. Is this a bug in the electronic sound

Han Yanyan's heart became slightly anxious, she secretly accumulated strength, and stared vigilantly at the men who were approaching the encirclement, and whoever was ready to attack first, she would use the ice power to attack. As for the strength of this ability, and whether it can stop the other party's behavior, she has no idea in her heart.

A fireball the size of a tennis ball suddenly shot over, and the hem of the white cloth skirt burned. Han Yanyan's reaction can be said to be very quick, and immediately put out the fire with the water-type ability that he was not very proficient in. But the second fireball was already in front of him, Han Yanyan's pupils shrank slightly, and her slender waist swayed dexterously, avoiding the fireball dangerously and dangerously.

She turned her head and saw that the man she kicked in the crotch had stood up again, covering the bird with one hand, and with a wave of the other hand, a fireball shot towards Han Yanyan.

The man's eyes were fierce, and he scolded: "Stinky watch! Shame on your face! Look at me, I can't kill you!"

Compared with Han Yanyan's two knives, this man is obviously much more proficient in his own fire-type power manipulation. His flick was a fireball.

This time, Han Yanyan couldn't avoid it. Her skirt caught fire again. Although she was immediately extinguished with water, a hole was burned, and her slender thighs were faintly visible.

The other men did not encircle any more, but took a few steps back with a smile, leaving room for the man to play the game of cat and mouse.

Han Yanyan avoided two or three fireballs, her skirt was inevitably burned to pieces, and her beautiful legs couldn't be hidden. The men yelled and whistled, and shouted, "Be careful, don't really burn her!" The girl's skin was fair and delicate, and it would be a pity to burn anywhere.

Han Yanyan swooped in embarrassment, dodged a fireball, rolled twice on the ground, and rolled onto the knives-selling stall.

When she propped up her body, the face of the middle-aged man selling knives changed slightly. Han Yanyan glanced at him, his dark eyes like two pools of water. The middle-aged man's lips pursed slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The fire-type man's ability control is very precise. Just now, his fireball ignited the fabric on Han Yanyan's shoulder. Han Yanyan stood up and could only hold his chest with both hands to prevent it from disappearing.

The middle-aged man selling knives quickly picked up the four corners of the rag, wrapped his belongings in a ball, quietly retreated and disappeared.

The fire-type man played with a fireball in his hand and shouted, "Aren't you amazing? Are you running?"

Han Yanyan didn't say a word, stood up, hugged his chest and rushed in a certain direction. A man approaching that direction stretched out his arms to block it, and sneered: "Hey, hey, are you really running?"

Before the man could finish speaking, there was a sudden flash of light in front of him, his heart froze, and he leaned back instinctively. The fruit knife that Han Yanyan hid with his chest just slashed up from the man's rib to his chest, and flew into the air with a string of blood beads. The man screamed and fell back a few steps.

Han Yanyan took the opportunity to break through the encirclement.

She was still holding a knife in her hand, and the onlookers on the street retreated one after another, and Han Yanyan rushed straight to the street.

Another companion of the fire-type man scolded, and when he put his hands together, a white electric ball the size of a basketball appeared between his hands with a piercing noise. He pushed hard, and the electric light ball shot at Han Yanyan who was running.

The bystanders let out a burst of exclamation, and then the exclamation stopped abruptly like being pinched by the neck!

When Han Yanyan heard the exclamation, she knew that there was danger behind her. She instinctively looked back, her breathing suddenly stopped!

Strips of purple lightning were intertwined into a grid, blocking the white electric light ball behind her!

The purple electric grid was less than half an arm's distance away from her, and it was crackling, and the pressure was so strong that she couldn't breathe. Han Yanyan took a big step back subconsciously, the white electric ball collided with the purple grid and exploded! The people who seemed to be strangled just now exclaimed again.

Han Yanyan covered her head and face with her arms, and when the shock wave of the explosion dissipated, she put down her arms and opened her eyes. The white electric light ball disappeared, but the purple grid continued to stay for a few seconds before disappearing.

Whether it was the fire-type man and his companions, or the onlookers on the street, they didn't look at Han Yanyan at this time, and their eyes were all looking in the same direction.

Han Yanyan followed their gaze and looked in that direction.

On the other side of the road, a man stood under the street lamp with his hands in his pockets, looking at this side with a calm expression. Under the light, his face was blurred, and he didn't say a word, his aura already overwhelmed everyone.

Frightening.

Around him, there are several men surrounding him, like the stars and the moon. Compared with the expressions of awe and horror on the faces of the bystanders, these men all had relaxed expressions, as if they had just watched a good show.

Han Yanyan finally understood why there was so little advance information this time, and why the behavior patterns of the people she met were unpredictable.

She knew who he was the first time she saw him.

It turned out that Ding Yao, the man she wanted to attack, the biggest variable in the world, was here from the beginning!

Compared with the long and routine background of the previous world, this world has no foreplay at all. When she walked out of the alley and set foot on this street, she went straight to the show!

Although I don't know why the last world failed and would cause the world to collapse, a shadow has been left in Han Yanyan's heart. This time, it was only ten minutes after entering the world, and he had to face the master, Han Yanyan couldn't help but took a deep breath, trying to ease his heartbeat that was a little too fast.

"Ding, Boss Ding!" The fire-type man ran across the road, sweating profusely. He was kicked by Han Yanyan, and his running posture was a bit weird. When he got close, he didn't dare to get too close. He nodded and bowed at a distance of a few meters: "This woman has received money and doesn't work, let's teach her a lesson..."

With a "pop", the man ignored him, switched on a lighter, and lit a cigarette. Under the weak firelight, Han Yanyan saw a face with deep features and tough lines across a small road that was not wide.

There were clearly so many people on the street, and the night market was still noisy before, but now this man lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and the street was so quiet that he could smell his breath.

The fire-type man sweated on his forehead.

In Nanling City, there are more than 20 thunder-type abilities, and his companions are already good players, and the condensed electric ball is only white and slightly cyan. Since the outbreak of the zombie virus, Purple Thunderbolt has only seen one person, the leader of the Thunder Team, Ding Yao in front of him.

The so-called clan was originally just a group formed by the survivors of the apocalypse getting closer to each other and interdependent. In the early days of the apocalypse, the zombie virus first broke out, and slowly people developed various abilities. They were weak at first, and then gradually became stronger. In the process, many weak people were ruthlessly eliminated and became flesh and blood in the mouths of zombies. Gradually, the strong moved closer to the strong, and a team with powerful combat power appeared.

I don't know which middle school disease was the first to call the word "team" out, but gradually everyone called it that way. The groups where the strong gathered have named their teams one after another, and gradually they have been divided into strong and weak. In Nanling City, there are hundreds of large and small teams. After all, three people can call themselves a team. But among these large and small teams, the most powerful is Ding Yao's Thunder Team.

The reason why Ding Yao was called "the leader" instead of the "captain" was because Lei Ting was not only the strongest, but also the largest team, with hundreds of people, all of whom were strong players. Ding Yao and his brothers can definitely walk sideways in Nanling. You must know that there is no kingly law in this world. People can not only kill zombies, but also kill people.

Lighting a cigarette is only a matter of seconds, but for a Fire-type man, it seems like hours have passed. During the time from turning the lighter on to closing, his mind was spinning rapidly.

Ding Yao just shot. Why did Ding Yao take action? Does Ding Yao know this woman? Could this woman be Ding Yao's woman

Because I didn't know what was going on, I felt uncomfortable hanging in my heart, like a sword hanging from my head. The man turned pale.

Fortunately, the cigarette was finally lit. Ding Yao closed the lighter and put it in his trouser pocket, exhaled a puff of white smoke, raised his eyes and cast a glance at Han Yanyan.

"Pretty," he said.

The fire-type man let out a long sigh of relief. There was a smile on his face: "It looks like a newcomer, two types of water and ice, but they are very weak and useless. She is so lucky to meet you."

Ding Yao bit his cigarette and glanced at him.

The fire-type man nodded and bowed: "Then let her go with you, that, us, that..."

Ding Yao stopped looking at him, and said "um" from his nose.

The fire-type man was amnesty, and he and his companions supported the injured man and left in a hurry. After leaving the street, he stopped and wiped his cold sweat: "I'm scared to death, I thought I accidentally touched Ding Yao's woman."

Fortunately not.

Han Yanyan watched the fire man leave, and then heard Ding Yao say to her, "...Come here."

His voice was low and magnetic, neither too fast nor too slow, but the command in his words could not be disobeyed. The people on the street subtly avoided this group of men, tried to pretend to be natural, and did not dare to blatantly watch Ding Yao's excitement.

No one could help Han Yanyan just now, and no one is there now.

Han Yanyan walked over with a fruit knife. Although her arms were on her chest, her skirt was burnt to pieces, and a pair of slender and beautiful legs appeared and disappeared as she walked. The eyes of the men all fell on those tight and attractive legs.

Ding Yao is the same.

"Boss, this girl is not bad, take her back." A round-faced man behind him said with a smile. As he spoke, his eyes swirled between Han Yanyan's thighs and waist, with obvious desire.

Han Yanyan didn't say a word, staring at Ding Yao silently, but the hand holding the fruit knife tightened.

It was dark at night, and Ding Yao's eyes were frighteningly bright. The man's eyes rubbed her body from bottom to top, exhaled white smoke, and said, "Come with us, three meals a day, no more than five brothers a day."