Strategy to Capture Men: 5.005
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Han Yanyan is actually a bit strange. Before meeting Zheng Yao in the previous world, all other people's behavior patterns were almost predictable. It was as if she had opened her eyes. As long as you don't stretch your hands blindly, things will develop steadily.
But now, the pre-given information in her mind does not allow her to predict what will happen next. Is this a bug in the electronic music?
Han Yanyan felt slightly anxious. She secretly gathered strength and stared at the men approaching the encirclement with vigilance, preparing to use her ice power to attack whoever struck first. As for how strong this power is and whether it can stop the other party's behavior, she actually has no idea.
A fireball the size of a tennis ball suddenly shot over, and the hem of the white cloth skirt burst into flames. Han Yanyan's reaction was very quick, and she immediately used her water power, which she was not very proficient in, to put out the fire. But the second fireball was already in front of him. Han Yanyan's pupils shrank, and her slender waist swung deftly, narrowly avoiding the fireball.
She turned around and saw that the man she had kicked in the crotch had stood up again, covering the bird with one hand, and with a wave of the other hand, a fireball was shot towards Han Yanyan.
The man's eyes were fierce and he was cursing: "Smelly cousin! You're so shameless! Let's see if I can't kill you!"
Compared to Han Yanyan's ability to operate the two knives, this man is obviously much more proficient in controlling his own fire-type abilities. His hand was a fireball.
This time Han Yanyan failed to avoid it, and her skirt caught fire again. Although she put it out immediately with water, a hole was burned, and her slender and tight thighs were vaguely visible.
The other men did not surround him anymore. Instead, they smiled and took a few steps back, leaving room for the man to play a cat-and-mouse game.
Han Yanyan dodged two or three fireballs, and her skirt was inevitably burned to pieces, and she couldn't hide her beautiful legs. The men cheered 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 if any part of her was burned.
Han Yanyan swooped down and dodged a fireball. He rolled on the ground and landed on the stall selling knives.
When she propped herself up, the expression of the middle-aged man selling knives changed slightly. Han Yanyan glanced at him, her dark eyes like two pools of water. The middle-aged man pursed his lips slightly, but in the end he said nothing.
The fire-type man controlled the power very accurately. Just now, his fireball burned the fabric on one side of Han Yanyan's shoulder. Han Yanyan stood up and could only hold her chest with her hands to prevent it from being exposed.
The middle-aged man selling knives quickly picked up the four corners of the rag, wrapped his belongings into a ball, and quietly retreated and disappeared.
The fire-type man played with a fireball in his hand and shouted: "Aren't you awesome? Are you running away?"
Han Yanyan said nothing, stood up, hugged her chest and rushed in a certain direction. A man approaching that direction stretched out his arms to block him, and joked: "Hey, hey, are you really running away?"
Before the man finished speaking, a light suddenly flashed before his eyes. His heart trembled, and he instinctively leaned back. The fruit knife that Han Yanyan had just concealed with her chest slashed upward from the man's ribs to his chest, bringing up a string of blood beads and flying into the air. The man yelled and fell back a few steps.
Han Yanyan took the opportunity to break through the encirclement.
She still held a knife in her hand. People watching on the street backed away, and Han Yanyan rushed straight to the street.
The other companion of the fire-type man cursed and put his hands together, and a white electric light ball the size of a basketball appeared between his hands with a stinging noise. He pushed hard, and the electric ball shot toward the running Han Yanyan.
The onlookers let out a burst of exclamation, and then the exclamation suddenly stopped as if their necks were suddenly pinched!
When Han Yanyan heard the exclamation, she knew there was danger behind her. She instinctively looked back, and her breathing suddenly stopped!
Purple thunder and lightning intertwined into a grid, blocking the white electric light ball behind her!
The purple electric grid was less than half an arm's length away from her, crackling with force, so strong that she couldn't breathe. Han Yanyan subconsciously took a big step back. The white electric ball collided with the purple power grid and exploded! The people who just seemed to have been strangled by the neck screamed again.
Han Yanyan covered her head and face with her arms. When the shock wave of the explosion dissipated, she lowered her arms and opened her eyes. The white electric ball disappeared, but the purple electric grid continued to stay for a few seconds before disappearing.
No matter it was the fire man and his companions, or the people watching on the street, they did not look at Han Yanyan at this time. They all looked in the same direction.
Han Yanyan followed their gazes and looked in that direction.
On the other side of the road, a man stood under the streetlight, his hands in his pockets, looking at this side with an indifferent expression. His face was blurred under the light, and without saying a word, his aura had already overwhelmed everyone.
Formidable.
Around him, there were several men surrounding him, like stars over the moon. Compared to the looks of awe and fear 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 turns out that Ding Yao, the man she wants to conquer, the biggest variable in the world, has been here from the beginning!
Compared with the long and routine background of the previous world, this world actually has no foreplay at all. From the moment she walked out of the alley and stepped onto this street, she was directly into the drama!
Although she didn't know why the previous world failed and caused the world to collapse, Han Yanyan had already left a shadow in her heart. This time, after entering the world for only ten minutes, she was about to face the real master. Han Yanyan couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to relieve her heartbeat rate that was a little too fast.
"Ding, Boss Ding!" The fire-type man ran to the other side of the road sweating profusely. He was kicked in the vital part 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 from a few meters away: "This woman doesn't work after being paid, let's teach her a lesson... ”
With a "pop" sound, the man ignored him, lit a lighter, and lit a cigarette. Under the weak firelight, Han Yanyan saw a face with deep features and strong lines across a small road that was not too wide.
There were obviously so many people on the street, and the night market before was obviously noisy. But now this man lowered his head to light a cigarette, and the street was so quiet that you could hear your breath.
The fire-type man was sweating on his forehead.
There are more than 20 people with lightning abilities in Nanling City. His companions are already considered experts, and the condensed electric **** are only white with a slight cyan color. Since the outbreak of the zombie virus, Purple Thunder has only seen one person, Ding Yao, the leader of the Thunder Team.
The so-called team was initially just a group of survivors who came together and relied on each other in the apocalypse. In the early days of the apocalypse, the zombie virus first broke out, and gradually people began to develop various powers. They were weak at first, and then gradually became stronger. In this 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 strong combat power appeared.
I don’t know which chuunibyou was the first to say the word "Team", but gradually everyone started calling it that. Those groups where strong people gathered gave their teams names one after another, and gradually they became divided into strong and weak groups. In Nanling City, there are hundreds of teams of various sizes. After all, a team of three can call themselves a team. But among these teams, large and small, the most powerful is Ding Yao's Thunder Team.
The reason why Ding Yao is called "leader" instead of "captain" is because Thunder is not only the strongest but also the largest team, with hundreds of people, all of whom are strong players. Ding Yao and his brothers could definitely walk sideways in Nanling. You must know that this world has lost its royal laws. People can not only kill zombies, but also people.
Lighting up a cigarette only takes a few seconds, but for the fire guy, it feels like hours. During the time it took from opening the lighter to closing it, his mind was spinning rapidly.
Ding Yao just took action. Why did Ding Yao take action? Does Ding Yao know this woman? Is this woman Ding Yao's woman?
Because I don’t know what’s going on, I feel like I have a sword hanging over my head. The man turned pale.
Fortunately, I finally finished lighting that cigarette. Ding Yao closed the lighter and put it in his trouser pocket, blew out a puff of white smoke, and raised his eyes to glance at Han Yanyan.
"It's pretty," he said.
The fire man breathed a long sigh of relief. A smile appeared on his face: "She looks like a newcomer, with water and ice elements, but she is very weak and useless. She is so lucky to meet you."
Ding Yao bit his cigarette and glanced at him.
The fire man nodded and bowed: "Then let her go with you, that, us, that..."
Ding Yao stopped looking at him and said "hmm" from his nose.
The fire-type man seemed to have received an amnesty, and he and his companions supported the injured one and left in a hurry. After leaving this street, I stopped and wiped my cold sweat: "I was 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, and he spoke neither fast nor slow, but the command contained in his words could not be disobeyed. People on the street subtly avoided this group of men, trying to act natural and not daring to blatantly watch Ding Yao's excitement.
No one could help Han Yanyan just now, and no one could help her now.
Han Yanyan walked over holding a fruit knife. Although she had her arms protected in front of her chest, the hem of her skirt had been burned to pieces, and a pair of slender and beautiful legs appeared and disappeared as she walked. The men's eyes all fell on those tight and attractive legs.
The same is true for Ding Yao.
"Boss, this girl is pretty good, take her back." A round-faced man behind him said with a smile. As he spoke, his eyes wandered between Han Yanyan's thighs and waist, with obvious desire.
Han Yanyan said nothing, staring at Ding Yao silently, but her hand holding the fruit knife tightened.
The night was dim, and Ding Yao's eyes had a frightening brightness. The man's eyes rubbed her body from bottom to top, and he exhaled white smoke and said: "Come with us, you will have three meals a day, no more than five brothers a day."