The mecha warrior and the dragon-turned-python started fighting.
A steel robot with unparalleled power and a ferocious human-snake python that can control wind and rain.
The two giants are fighting under the moonlight in the deep mountains, causing the birds and beasts in the forest to flee in all directions.
But why is the mecha warrior's accuracy so bad?
As he was firing, the machine gun suddenly started sweeping across the hilltop.
Teacher Cang and I were so frightened that we quickly fell down.
The rocks next to us were smashed into pieces, splattering dust all over us. .
Teacher Cang and I watched with trepidation.
After a bloody battle, the human-snake python beat the mecha warrior to pieces and finally knocked it to the ground.
"I didn't expect that the robot couldn't defeat the snake demon."
I couldn't help but shake my head.
"How can a robot defeat a snake demon?
If my giant python had taken action, I would have knocked it down long ago."
Teacher Cang was full of confidence, but I was quite skeptical.
Just when we thought Xia Zhengchun's mecha was about to overturn, it suddenly popped out a giant steel hand and pinched the human snake's seven inches.
It strangled the human snake and rolled on the ground.
The giant snake struggled hard, but its brute force was no match for the mecha giant.
Moreover, Xia Zhengchun would not feel any pain when its tail slapped the mecha.
As long as the mecha was not broken, he would still kill this big snake.
The giant snake hit the mecha warrior's control cabin again and again, and cracks appeared in the solid Chen Tie.
Once the control cabin was penetrated, Xia Zhengchun would be killed by the mecha's self-explosion without the giant snake taking action.
But at this moment, the robot's left arm cannon barrel flipped over and quickly combined to form a dazzling sword, which penetrated seven inches of the giant snake.
This big sword was three to four meters long.
When it was thrust in, the giant snake jumped up desperately.
The giant snake tried its best to use its tail to pull the mecha giant away, but the sword was fatal, having penetrated its lifeline and leaking all its vitality.
The snake demon will not survive.
The giant snake trembled, its figure moved, and a woman separated from its head.
It used its last bit of mana to release a magic spell around the saint.
He shouted sadly: "My dear, let's go quickly" At this time, I didn't feel numb, I just felt miserable for him.
Even when a person is about to die, he speaks kindly.
This snake demon is about to die and does not want to implicate the saint, so it can be regarded as a sentimental demon.
"Dafu.
I will avenge you."
The saint was swept away by the snake demon's magic and disappeared into the forest.
Only the sad cry still echoes in the mountains and fields.
Xia Zhengchun wanted to control the mecha and stand up to chase her.
Unfortunately, the mecha was seriously damaged, but it couldn't get up.
He could only watch the saint escape.
The giant snake slithered into the lake with difficulty, but it was so injured that it eventually died when it returned to the lake.
The mecha couldn't stand up, so Xia Zhengchun had no choice but to put it into the wrist guard.
He originally came towards the saint and wanted to catch her.
Asking for the whereabouts of the dragon scepter.
Who would have thought that the saint would actually merge with the snake demon and almost kill him.
"Huh, if I can escape, a monk can't escape from the temple.
Even if I go to the Immortal City, I still have to find the dragon scepter."
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Xia Zhengchun took off his hat hanging on the branch and walked out of the forest.
"It seems nothing will happen without you."
Teacher Cang patted my shoulder.
"Didn't you say how a robot can defeat a snake demon?"
I remember someone vowed at first that he could knock down the robot at will as long as he took action.
"This robot is a bit perverted."
Teacher Cang frowned.
Recalling the robot's final counterattack, Teacher Cang secretly compared it.
Even his giant python might not be a match for the Mecha Warrior.
The two of us discussed while walking back, the cool and dark jungle did not scare us.
"I have a question, how can such a large mecha equipment fit into such a small crystal wristband?"
It feels amazing just thinking about it.
Teacher Cang adjusted his glasses and asked, "It's a space mark.
The crystal wristband has extraordinary energy.
This energy is released in an instant to open up the space, and huge mechas can be stored in it."
I know that Mr.
Cang can only show off in front of me.
I don’t know which third-rate science fiction novel he stole his theory from.
"By the way, you have been on vacation for almost a year.
When will you go back to school?"
"Go back to school."
I shook my head: "I'm used to being idle now.
I don't want to be tied to one place.
I'm planning to go to India with my girlfriends."
"Girlfriend" Teacher Cang emphasized the last word: "we" "Yes, you'd better act quickly, otherwise I will be rude to Teacher Luo."
"Looking for death!"
Teacher Cang hurriedly recited a few spells, and a big white tiger roared out and rushed out.
The big white tiger and I stared at each other, and suddenly laughed: "Teacher Cang, why didn't you call it out earlier, causing us to walk for so long?"
As I said that, I climbed onto the back of the big white tiger.
Teacher Cang had a dark look on his face.
With a master like Xia Zhengchun capturing the Saint, I don't need to worry about it anymore.
When I got home, I found that the room was empty.
It turned out that Xue Ying and Xue Cilan did not cancel the flight and flew to India without me.
Damn it, you promised to go out with me to relax.
No, I want to give them an unexpected surprise.
So I booked the nearest plane ticket and flew to New Delhi, the capital of India, alone.
However, what I didn't expect was that Xue Cilan, a big liar, said that there were many people in India who could speak Chinese.
As a result, when I came out of the airport, I was talking in foreign languages everywhere.
This makes me, an illiterate person who graduated from primary school, feel so embarrassed.
Fortunately, I'm smarter, so even if I don't understand the language, I can still live a wonderful life.
I rented a hotel, solved the problem of food and clothing, and started traveling in this strange city.
New Delhi is located in northwest India, with the Yamuna River flowing to the east.
Delhi was originally an ancient capital.
Later, a new city was expanded next to the ancient capital, called New Delhi.
It is bounded by the famous India Gate at Ramlila Square, New Delhi to the south and Old Delhi to the north.
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This is a very weird city.
When you step through a door, you feel like you have come from ancient times to modern times.
I walked from New Delhi to Old Delhi.
That ancient civilization reflected the history of mankind like a bronze mirror.
Passing by a temple, I saw a beautiful Indian girl dancing an Indian dance with her eyes on her face.
Speaking of which, this Indian dance is different from ordinary dances.
It is endowed with a strong religious color.
It is said that Indian dance originates from the extremely devout, clean and selfless love for God.
Dancers use their fingers, arms, eyes and bodies to express and interpret everything in the universe.
Mysterious and beautiful.
I couldn't help but be fascinated as I watched them.
It's not that I was fascinated by their beauty, but I always felt that their dancing was like me reciting incantations, kneading hands, and walking steps before performing Taoist magic.
It contains an unknown power.
Of course, most of the dancers here are ordinary people and do not know the power contained in this kind of dance.
""An Indian girl came to me holding a big basket and babbling in Indian that I didn't understand.
I saw that there was some change in her basket, and she probably wanted me to donate something.
Then I took out some change and threw it into the basket.
The girl nodded to me and said, "Thank you."
Hearing a thank you in a foreign country felt very cordial.
I quickly stopped her and said, "You can speak Chinese."
The girl smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I have learned a little Chinese."
"Great.
Do you know anyone else who speaks Chinese?
I need to find a translator."
The girl's eyes flickered, as if she had seen gold.
She nodded quickly and replied in not very authentic Chinese: "My brother can do it, please wait."
After saying that, she hugged the basket and ran away quickly.
After a while, she dragged a shy young man from the alley behind and ran over panting.
The young man speaks Chinese quite fluently, I am very satisfied.
We agreed on a price, and the young man agreed to accompany me until I found Xue Ying and the others.
The young man is very thin and honest, and seems to be a little depressed.
His name is Singh Gandhi.
Although he majored in language, he is relatively introverted and doesn't like to talk much.
People are quite easy to get along with.
In addition to being a translator, Gandhi also took me to visit some of the more famous local attractions, and he was half a tour guide.
But I always feel that he is very unhappy and always seems worried.
It was not until he washed his hands in the holy pond that I realized that something was wrong with Gandhi.
There was a very faint yin energy seeping out of his body.
I drew a talisman and stuck it on his body to suck out the yin energy from his body.
Yes, this is indeed the secretion of ghosts.
Before he noticed, I took off the talisman and lit a fire to burn it.
"Gandhi, are you and your sister the only ones in your family?"
"No, there is also my mother."
Gandhi replied, but judging from his reluctance to mention his family, it was probably due to some special circumstances.
I handed him a cigarette and said, "Can you tell me about your family?"
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Gandhi hesitated for a while before slowly telling his family affairs.
"My mother is a cleaner.
She fell seriously ill a month ago.
She used to be very gentle, but she suddenly became as bad-tempered as her dead father."
Gandhi frowned, feeling endless sadness in his heart.
He was not complaining, but worried and blamed himself: "My family is poor and cannot afford medical treatment.
My sister and I had to ask kind people for some money to barely cover my mother's medical expenses."
It can be seen that he is a filial son.
"What disease does your mother have?"
I stared at him and asked.
"I don't know either.
The hospital said they couldn't find the specific cause and could only take medicine to maintain it."
I asked him to follow me to a flower and fruit shop, bought some things, and said, "Take me to see her."
"After she became ill, she didn't like to see strangers," Gandhi refused in disappointment.
"Just say I'm your friend."
Seeing that I insisted on going, Gandhi could not say anything more.
He just looked at me gratefully: "Thank you, Mr.
Cui, but my family is very poor."
"I'm just going to see your family, I won't stay too long."
"Yes."
Gandhi silently took me to his house in a very remote and remote place.
They lived in a dark and dirty basement.
Gandhi opened the rusty iron door and was greeted by a strong, corrosive air. aa2705221: