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"uncle?"

Listening to this delicate voice, I clearly feel like a cute little girl. Does it have any special relationship with our son of flame Wang Yan?

Taozi pushed her glasses, and her eyes couldn't help but shine. With her professional instinct, it would be big news if she continued to develop like this.

After the sound of "Uncle" with a slightly resentment reached the ears of the people around him, everyone was slightly surprised. There was something wrong here!

Some people were already muttering in their hearts, "I heard that little girl is not old, I didn't expect that our old king would be so widely hunting."

"Idols are idols, and I can't be impressed."

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

In short, the rest began to become silent again.

As for why the man-eating flower that could eat Zhang Huang's rage blow in one bite, it has long been no longer the focus of the people around him.

After hearing this sound suddenly, Wang Yan was a little stunned, with some confusion, and looked at the door in a blink of an eye.

I saw a little girl in school uniform and ponytail standing at the door of the lounge.

The little girl is only about sixteen years old, she is small, with a slightly childish face and aura-filled eyes, as if she is the purest gem in the world.

Her hair was combed into a simple ponytail, tied with a small green vine, and a blue and white high school uniform, although it was a little wider, made her look young and charming.

At this time, her small mouth and red lips were pursed tightly. Although she had no words, she had a faint confidence and strength in her bright eyes.

"Miaomiao." Wang Yan felt a drop of cold sweat. It was indeed her. Why did she come to attend the Youth Conference?

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

"Woo, Uncle Wang."

Sun Youmiao's lips trembled slightly, but in the end she couldn't help it. Tears suddenly burst out from her eyes, and she rushed into Wang Yan's arms, blaming, "You haven't come to see me for so long, um..."

The crowd around him suddenly took a breath and were stunned, "Such a cute and innocent little girl was indeed hit by our Lao Wang's murder?"

Taozi beside her was completely stunned. Her beautiful eyes were open, and her fingers pressed on the glasses frame trembled slightly.

Her pretty face turned slightly red, and she kept shouting in her heart, "I also want to throw myself into the arms of the male god. I am so envious, I am so envious."

Wang Yan smiled, touched Sun Youmiao's head, and comforted softly, "Miaomiao is good, uncle misses you very much, uncle has many important tasks, and he really can't do it."

Sun Youmiao rubbed her little head in Wang Yan's arms, but she still said unyieldingly, "I don't believe it. Uncle Wang, you lied to me, and my father has lied to me like this."

"Huh!" 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 in life."

The atmosphere in the entire lounge was unknown when it began to become extremely harmonious.

All the people around him didn't meet again because of their idol Wang Yan and the little goddess. They were either moved or envious, but they forgot to be by the side, and there was also a crazy guy who just wanted to duel with Wang Yan.

Seeing all this in front of him, Zhang Huang himself was also confused.

Standing alone, I didn't even know when the flame in my hand would be extinguished.

Embarrassing, unreasonable embarrassment.

He felt like the air around him, as if there were and nothing.

No, the air will be sucked by someone, and my current presence is not even as good as the air.

The wind of the central air conditioner blew back and forth on his head, blew a strand of red hair on his forehead and swung back and forth in front of his eyes.

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

I was still in duel just now, how could it become like this now? Damn Wang Yan, did you deliberately send me to the opposite of me?

"Um." Sun Youmiao seemed to remember something, wiped tears on Wang Yan's T-shirt and raised his head, "Uncle Wang, I just saw a non-mainstream and so despicable person who actually sneaked into you."

The crowd around him suddenly realized that he remembered that there was such a person, so he turned his head to look at Zhang Huang.

Zhang Huang's face was hot and he was almost crying. What was the reaction of these people? Who else is non-mainstream? Is his own look obviously cool?

Forget it, why should we care about the remarks of these low-level scumbags? As long as we can knock Wang Yan down, they will know who is the real strong man.

At that moment, Yiba Yiyang said coldly, "Yes, I'll attack, Wang Yan! Come and fight with me if you have the ability!"

"Oh, my God, this is not mainstream, I'm really out of the way. Uncle Wang, I'll help you hit him now." Sun Youmiao said as she took out a small flower pot with a human-shaped sapling from her schoolbag behind her.

The saplings look a bit human-shaped. Under the small canopy, there are small branches that look like human arms.

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

Once the sapling was taken out, the air in the entire lounge seemed to have evolved and became extremely fresh and refreshing.

The crowd around couldn't help but breathe deeply, and some people had already begun to sigh. "How could this small sapling have a breath like a whole forest?"

"It's amazing. The previous man-eating flower can easily resolve Zhang Huang's critical strike. It's really incredible."

"This little girl is not simple. She is so young and she has the strength of B-level. I think she will definitely not be the opponent when she grows up."

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

"The Miaomiao is so spiritual and small saplings. How did you get it?" Wang Yan was knowledgeable. After seeing the saplings, his eyes lit up. Could this be the benefit obtained from the druid inheritance?

"It's my baby, and I have many babies. Let's talk to you slowly." Sun Youmiao smiled sweetly and clenched her pink fist confidently. "That despicable non-mainstream person doesn't need to take action from uncle, I can deal with him alone."

As if I felt the owner's intention, the saplings in the flower pot stretched out their branches and leaves like living things, raised two small branches that looked like arms, as if saying, "Yes, with Master I here, there is no problem to deal with that boy."

Zhang Huang was stunned again, feeling sad in his heart. He wanted to leave here very much, and he felt that he was so embarrassed every moment he was here.

How many young abilities can I have in the entire China National Chinese? Now, when is the little girl with B-level strength starting to look down on me?

OK, admit that the sapling looks good, but at most a bit of aura, how could it be able to fight against its own Heavenly Fire Avenue?

Now, if you are just an ignorant little girl, it would be fine. The key is that the people in the entire lounge are beginning to look down on themselves. What's going on? It's so embarrassing that they are thrown home.

"Wang Yan!" Zhang Huang gritted his teeth in resentment, but before he could say a word, he suddenly felt two very powerful auras and had already arrived at the entrance of the lounge.

Who are these two people? What is the aura of such a strong one?

Before Zhang Huang could react, a lazy and pleasant female voice came from the entrance of the lounge.

"Oh, Xiaoyan, we just park a car, have you been holding the high school student?"

Accompanied by the sound, there was a dark aura of some displeasure and a cold and cold breath that seemed to be pervasive.

Under such absolute suppression, the crowd around couldn't help but shivered and turned their eyes to look at the door.

I saw the person who was talking, with beautiful short hair and small figure, leaning against the door and looking at Wang Yan. A tight leather jacket made her convex and concise figure out her concave figure.

However, the dark aura flowing around her is always showing people, and under her beautiful appearance, there is still viciousness and terror.

Next to this short-haired beauty, there was also a beautiful woman in a long dress.

Her long black hair is as beautiful as a waterfall, her skin is fair, and the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose cannot cover up her beautiful face at all. Her slim figure and elegant temperament are just formed by another extreme of beauty compared to the charming and charming short-haired woman around her.

Around her, there was a faint cold air floating, like an ice lotus that was washed in the clear water without being charming, making people able to see it quietly.

Someone shouted their names in the crowd around him.

"Wuya An An Song!"

"Huangfu Nanlian!"

The psychics around are all members of the various branches of the State and African Bureau. Now almost no one knows the names of the two of them and Wang Yan and their relationship.

They turned around and looked at Wang Yan, who was still embracing the little goddess, and scattered far away with a bang.

They looked at Wang Yan as if they were saying, "Old Wang is going to be finished this time."

"What's wrong with the little goddess being caught? "

However, the events did not develop as they expected.

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

"Hehe." Sun Youmiao came out of Wang Yan's arms, smiled happily at Nan Lian and An Ge, then opened his arms and ran towards them quickly, "Sister Nan Lian, Sister An Ge, I miss you so much."

"The little girl has grown taller."

"I'm still pretty. By the way, you are wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag. Could it be that you just got off school, right?"

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

Three goddesses, both big and small, came to Wang Yan with a smile. The scene was warm and beautiful, and the crowd around him was drunk.

Only Xiao Yanzun Zhang Huang, standing alone outside the crowd, was 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!"

No matter what, I have to know him today, otherwise this hatred will make him unable to sleep or eat.

"Huh?" Wu Ya'ange and Huangfu Binglian turned around at the same time, glared at him coldly, and a cold and murderous aura immediately hit his whole body.

Zhang Huang not only shivered, but was secretly surprised. How did these two women improve so quickly? Moreover, their relationship with Wang Yan seems to be closer than last time.
To be continued...