A flash of fire rushed out at an extremely fast speed.
Those who were holding muskets and aiming at Wen Jin and Que Ling had their guns loaded.
But their vision was suddenly filled with dazzling firelight.
Huge flames rushed toward his face.
"ah!"
Someone screamed and backed up hastily.
Someone accidentally pulled the trigger, and bang - someone was hit, and there was a scream.
"Don't panic!" the young officer shouted.
However, it was of no use.
Fire and water are merciless, the flames seem to be engulfing people, how can they not panic?
Tariq, who was standing on a higher deck and looking down at all this, was completely stunned.
He opened his mouth slightly, stared in astonishment, and was so shocked that he lost his mind.
"That's...what's that?"
"Flying... firebird?"
"There is something in the "Legend of Yulong Villa" that seems to be called... called Phoenix?" a person on the side said while pouring water to extinguish the fire.
"Give me the gun!" Tarik was extremely excited, with flames beating crazily in his eyes. "I want to catch her! This is a gift from the gods to me!"
Tariq took the gun.
He was not good at using guns, but his spells seemed to have no effect on Wen Jin, who was bathed in flames.
He squinted one eye and aimed at Wen Jin, who had a pair of flame wings on his back.
"Phoenix beauty, you are mine!"
"boom--"
He pulled the trigger.
Wen Jin left in response.
The ammunition only hit her afterimage.
"Asked!" Que Ling shouted to her, "On the top floor, the top cabin!"
"I'm going to find Han Xian, be careful!" Wen Jin shouted to her, while climbing up the side of the ship on each level and jumping up to the next level.
She didn't have time to take the stairs again.
Although he has a pair of huge "flame wings", Wen Jin has not yet learned how to control them freely.
At least when she jumped upwards, her wings flapped vigorously, which not only sent out sparks but also prevented others from getting too close to her.
It can also fan the wind, allowing her to jump higher.
After Wen Jin jumped four times in a row, he finally reached the top cabin.
Through the open window, she was shocked to see Han Xian in the cabin...dealing cards? !
From the look of him, he looks like a croupier? !
He skillfully dealt cards to the players on the table, and these players were obviously betting red-eyed.
We didn't even notice such a big movement in the cabins on the lower floors!
"Han Xian!" Wen Jin kicked open the cabin door, rushed in, and went straight to catch Han Xian.
"It's on fire! Are you still playing cards here?! Are you going to die?" Wen Jin yelled at other players.
Others, some of whom may have won money, are elated. Some may lose, with red eyes and gnashing teeth.
After Wen Jin shouted, they all looked at Wen Jin in confusion and astonishment.
It seemed like he didn't understand what she said.
"Oh... I forgot that you can't understand Daliang dialect!" Wen Jin shook his head, grabbed Han Xian, and rushed out of the cabin.
Wen Jin grabbed Han Xian and jumped directly from the top cabin to the main deck.
The whistling sea breeze made Han Xian wake up for a moment, and he screamed in fright, "I can't fly..."
He was confused again for a moment, his eyes straightened.
Wen Jin doesn't know how to do light kung fu, but his big wings can still slow him down.
She used her consciousness to control the opening of her wings and landed smoothly on the main deck.
"do not move!"
She and Han Xian were immediately surrounded and pointed at gunpoint in the black hole.
Wen Jin glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Tariq seemed to be squirming on his lips again...
Wen Jin's heart tightened and he immediately threw a spark over.
"Ouch!" Tariq's clothes were ignited by sparks.
He fought the fire on his clothes in panic.
What he was mumbling naturally stopped.
Wen Jin looked at Han Xian who was still repeating the "shuffling" action in his hands.
"Maybe you are not afraid of bullets, maybe you are fast enough, but the same cannot be said for your friends!"
The young officer said in Wunan dialect, "If you are smart, surrender immediately! Unless... you want to kill your friends."
They cut Que Ling's hands behind her back and pointed a gun at her head.
"Say, translate for her!" the officer scolded Que Ling.
Que Ling looked up at him.
"Bah—" she spat at the young officer.
The young officer raised his hand and wiped the saliva from his face.
He raised his hand and hit Que Ling angrily.
Wen Jin's eyes narrowed and he immediately threw a spark.
But then, a "fireball" as big as a football slammed into the young officer.
He immediately knocked him to the ground.
The fireball rolled all over the ground, burning wherever it passed.
The fire they had just put out suddenly started burning even more fiercely on the deck!
"Ahhh!" These guys, who looked like sailors and soldiers, ran around holding their heads and shouting in panic.
Wen Jin looked at his hands in surprise, and then at the big flame wings behind him.
"Huh? Have I become so powerful?"
"Just now I could only throw sparks! Can I throw fireballs now?"
Suddenly, an angry dragon roar came from the sky.
The people on the boat seemed to be shaken to their cores by this sound.
They covered their ears and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
Even Han Xian and Que Ling showed horrified expressions, and they quickly raised their hands to cover their ears.
"Ah! It's a dragon! It's a dragon from the Liang Kingdom!"
Tariq pointed to the sky and exclaimed.
The young officer who was knocked down by the fireball finally extinguished the fire on his body. He stared dumbfounded at the golden dragon swimming in the sky, his eyes full of horror.
He sat on the ground, put his feet together with his hands, moved his buttocks, and touched the edge of the deck.
Wen Jin looked up...
Ho! The giant dragon in the sky, I don’t know if it’s because of the night or because of its majesty.
With its whole body exuding golden light, it seemed larger and more solemn.
That fireball just now was his masterpiece, right?
"Xiao Yuchen really heard it! He is really here!"
Wen Jin felt happy.
She stretched out her hand and waved to the sky, "Thank you for coming!"
The huge dragon eyes also saw her.
The elegant dragon whiskers dance with the wind.
The majestic dragon head seemed to nod to her.
"Now!" Wen Jin grabbed Han Xian with one hand and Que Ling with the other.
"Don't let them run away! Hurry! Stop them!" Tarik pointed at Wen Jin and shouted urgently.
The great dragon in the sky suddenly breathed out fire and rushed straight towards Tarik.
"Don't use fire!" Wen Jin shouted, "There is gunpowder in the cabin, and open flames will cause an explosion!"
After Wen Jin shouted, he grabbed the two of them and jumped into the sea.
The dragon in the sky must have heard her words.
Seeing that she was still too close to the ship, the explosion might even affect her.
The dragon's beard fluttered angrily, but he still changed his "fire attack" to "water attack".
The spectacle of the dragon spitting water happened again.
"Puff——" A water column spurted out from the big dragon's mouth.
The huge water pressure directly knocked the people on the boat onto the deck.
"Pfft, cough, cough..." Tariq opened his mouth, wanting to shout something.
Before he could say anything, he was splashed with water, choking and coughing.
"Bah...it's bitter and salty. Is this sea water?"
The dragon seemed to be addicted to playing, and the people on the deck got up with difficulty.
"Pfft--" He took a sip of water and knocked the person down.
No matter how hard it is for a person to get up, poof - he will be knocked down again!
The fire on the deck was extinguished, but everyone was beaten to pieces, with bruises on their noses and swollen faces.
Wen Jin's "flame wings" disappeared the moment he jumped into the sea.
Han Xian and Que Ling were in a state of confusion, not using any energy at all!
"You two start swimming!" Wen Jin shook the two of them, "If you don't swim, we will drown!"
