Wu Dian didn't worry for long, and the situation quickly improved. Yamahui resisted for a while, then gave up on Qingyangtian, and the large forces moved to other planets for development.
The Great Wilderness Alliance was unable to pursue them, and a thousand-person crossing of the starry sky would require a lot of large magical weapons. The Yama Club had to destroy all the sects in Qingyang Heaven to collect them all. And the Alliance hasn't had time to refine it yet.
Another thing is that the alliance is built based on water conservancy and power generation. When it reaches the outer starry sky, the battle consumption will not be replenished in time, and it will suffer a big loss.
The alliance has no choice but to clean up the riddled Qingyangtian first, vigorously expand its own strength, and then attack the Yama Society.
Wu Dian was encouraged by the situation in Guanguan, and he put aside his worries and devoted himself to developing his own strength.
Probably due to the successful development of the production line, luck once again gave him a strong gift. It didn't take long for him to successfully form the elixir, and there were faint signs of transforming into an infant.
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The moon is in the sky, the night is peaceful and peaceful, the Lim family mansion in Kuala Lumpur is brightly lit, and filled with laughter and laughter.
The splendid living room was filled with smoke, and there was a gambling table in the middle. Seven or eight well-dressed men were sitting around, stacking high chips in front of them, playing Texas Hold'em.
A Chinese man in his fifties had a red face and looked high-spirited. He glanced at the gambler next to him, gently pushed the chips in front of him forward, and uttered the most enjoyable words, "All IN!"
The gambler was a wealthy Malay businessman. Hearing this, he turned around and stared at his face fiercely, as if he wanted to see some clues from his expression. After a while, he made up his mind and put his chips with a "swish" sound. He pushed it out and said loudly in English:
"I followed. I am the Ace of flushes. I don't believe you are the full house!"
After saying that, he turned over the two hole cards in front of him, AJ of clubs, which together with the community cards on the table formed five flush cards, and the chance of winning was already huge.
The Chinese man smiled slightly, turned over his trump card, and said softly in English: "Sorry, I happen to be a gourd!"
The gamblers burst into exclamations, laughter, and applause. The wealthy Malay businessman blinked, showed a helpless smile, spread his hands in a very graceful manner and said to the Chinese: "You are always so cunning, and I was caught again." You lied."
The Chinese was very happy: "Wherever I'm cunning, it's just luck!"
Another old Chinese man smiled and said: "Old Lin, when it comes to luck, you have been really lucky during this period. I heard that your business has reached a new level and your health has improved. Look at you, you look like It turns out that I look ten years younger!"
The man who was called Lao Lin laughed and said with some pride: "You are right, I have friends in China, and I have received a lot of opportunities and benefits from them!"
It turns out that this Chinese is the owner of the Lin family mansion. He is a well-known wealthy Chinese businessman who is very famous and powerful in Malaysia and even Southeast Asia.
Over the past year or so, his career has developed very well and he has earned a lot of money. His biggest hobby is playing Texas Hold'em poker. From time to time, he invites friends to come to his house to play a game, just to have fun and have fun.
During the game, the servants who served took the opportunity to come forward to add some tea, and the gamblers also smoked to relax and chatted about interesting things.
The wealthy Malay businessman raised his hand and said without looking back, "I'll buy another hand of chips!"
Someone came over from behind and put something on the gambling table. It wasn't a chip, it was a head!
The head's eyes were wide open, with a heavy look of horror on his face. The blood from the broken neck instantly flowed onto the tablecloth, turning red.
The crowd erupted into screams of terror. Several people at the gambling table stood up and ran away in fright. One of them lost his balance and fell to the ground with his chair.
Fuhao Lin also stood up and stared at the head in shock and anger. He recognized it. It was the loyal butler who had been with him for thirty years!
As a wealthy Chinese businessman who has worked hard all his life in Southeast Asia, he has experienced many storms and waves, so he is always calmer than ordinary people.
He raised his head to look at the people coming in, trying to determine what was happening as quickly as possible so he could take countermeasures.
A tall and thin middle-aged man came in. He was wearing a black hooded windbreaker, and he put down his hat to reveal his face. He had brown skin unique to Southeast Asians, high cheekbones, and thick and protruding lips.
The most impressive thing is his narrow eyes, which flash with a faint light, looking cruel and strange.
Behind him stood three people in long black clothes and hoods. Their race, gender and age could not be identified.
No one knows when these people came in and how they quietly controlled the mansion. You must know that there is a permanent team of bodyguards here.
The man opened his mouth and spoke, and it turned out to be authentic Chinese: "Everyone is so happy, and we are getting together to play cards. It's just right, so we don't have to come to visit you one by one!"
Lin Fuhao tried to calm down. Perhaps hearing Chinese made him feel that things could turn around. He also spoke in Chinese, without vibrato: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The man smiled and said sincerely: "We are here to help you, to rescue you from the sea of suffering, come on, come on, please recite with us.
The witch god comes to this world, and the true sun remains forever! ! "
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Japan, the simple and majestic Meiji Jingu Shrine in Yoyogi, Shibuya District, Tokyo, is crowded with people even at noon. It has the highest passenger flow in Japan. Tourists and believers who come to worship are queuing in front of the palace gate, waiting to enter. .
The police maintaining order stood aside, smiling and nodding to the worshipers who entered. They played more of a formal role, and there was no order to maintain. People would follow the existing traditions, respect and observe etiquette.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked over from one side of the road. His dark skin and unique facial features made it obvious at a glance that he was a tourist from Southeast Asia. This slightly attracted the attention of the policeman on duty, who looked at him more. One glance.
The tourist reached the middle position in front of the gate and stood still. He took out a long stick from his pocket and unfolded it. It turned out to be a flag with several Chinese characters on it. Japanese people could probably recognize it: Believe in the witch god.
The tourist put the flag in the collar behind his neck and began to recite two Chinese sentences loudly in his mouth, which became louder and louder, attracting the surrounding tourists to look sideways and crowd over to watch.
The two policemen looked at each other, and one said: "Hey! Yasuda, what is he talking about?" "I don't know, it sounds like Chinese! But he looks like a Southeast Asian."
"Is he preaching? Bastard, he actually came to the shrine to spread heresy. I'm going to drive him away!" The policeman who spoke walked over angrily, preparing to drive away the foreigner.
If he knew Chinese, he would be able to recognize the two sentences the tourist shouted: The witch god is here, and those who believe in it will live forever!
More and more people were watching this tourist, and they all looked at him with frowns, disgusted with him doing such a religious thing in front of the shrine.
