...

Such an atmosphere immediately made Wang Yan feel bloody, and his breathing became rapid: "An, Sister Ange. This, I'm not ready yet. Why don't you want it?"

"The more you say no, the more excited I am." Wu Ya'an Ge was so energetic that she smiled more charmingly. Her scorpion tail was raised high, and the poisonous needle emitted a faint blue light, full of a deadly and dangerous aura.

With her current strength, the toxins born from the scorpion tail will be fatal even if the S-level powerful man is stabbed with an injection.

"Xiao Yan, just obediently follow me." Wu Ya'an Ge smiled evilly, "Otherwise, if my sister gives you an injection, it will definitely make you feel so happy~ Immortal..."

Before he could finish his words, Wu Ya'an Ge suddenly felt a fog flying in the clouds and his whole body was shocked. His explosive waist was instantly hugged by Wang Yan's strong arms.

The two of them rolled and fell on the sofa, and their postures were completely reversed. Wu Ya'an Ge was like a pink and tender little white rabbit, suppressed by Wang Yan, the big bad wolf.

Even the scorpion tail full of fatal danger was grabbed by Wang Yan. He played with the scorpion tail and said with a smile: "Sister An Ge, I am a man. Even if our relationship changes, you will change from my girlfriend to my Wang Yan's woman."

His hand was stroked along the scorpion's tail little by little.

"Don't touch... wuwu"

"Sister An Ge, from getting to know each other, I feel extremely happy and satisfied along the way."

"Sister An Ge, I want to be with you for the rest of my life and let you be my lifelong woman."

"Xiao Yan, woo, hug me tight."

...

Two hours later, Wu Ya'an Ge snuggled in Wang Yan's arms like a bird leaning on him. His tender pretty face was blushing with happiness, and his eyes were filled with a strong sense of satisfaction.

The two of them snuggled up quietly, enjoying this rare feeling of tranquility, peace and happiness.

The emotions over the years finally came to fruition at this moment.

After a long time.

The flush on Wu Ya'an Ge's moving pretty face slightly dissipated, and he said in a low voice: "Xiao Yan, what if one day I don't want you?"

"No." Wang Yan said firmly, "You have become my woman in one day and your whole life will be my woman. No matter who it is, you can't snatch you away from me."

"Woooo, this is the first time I have heard your love words from Xiao Yan, it is so moving." Wu Ya'an Ge's pretty eyes flew, and he rode on Wang Yan's body in reverse, and said charmingly, "It's almost time to rest, let's do it again."

"What?" Wang Yan felt a drop of cold sweat, and his heart felt refreshed, "We have already three times just now, right?"

"I don't care. Didn't you be quite strong before? Now, it's my turn to show off."

"I remember this. I still have a lot of things to do. I want to go back to Huahai City."

"It's too late..."

"No, help me."

...

Time passes by in a hurry.

The next day at noon.

A Lamborghini drove out of the hotel, and the Wuya Ange in the driving seat was radiant, as if he had eaten a rare tonic thing in the world. His whole body's energy reached its peak.

Vaguely, she had a feeling of transformation, which was the benefit of the pure yang essence in Wang Yan's body.

Although Wang Yan was a little listless, An Ge's pure **说 also gave him a lot of feedback.

The universe begins with chaos, chaos produces yin and yang, yin and yang lead to the five elements, and the five elements transform all things.

When yin and yang are harmonized, a chaotic energy can be produced.

This time, the two of them have naturally gained a lot of benefits. Especially Wu Ya'an Ge, who is even more energetic and looks like he has made great progress in his cultivation.

Of course, this is an illusion formed by the transformation that is too big.

Although Wang Yan's pure yang essence is magical, it will never achieve such a despicable effect.

Lamborghini was hiking around like a swimming fish on the city road, with smooth and natural speed. In just a moment, the car parked not far from an orphanage.

Wu Ya'ange took Wang Yan and walked to the orphanage for a few minutes.

The buildings of orphanages are mostly legacy buildings from the Republic of China period. Although they have been in some years, they have become more peaceful and peaceful.

"Xiao Yan, this is the orphanage I stayed in when I was a child. I lived here before I grew a tail." Wu Ya'ange held Wang Yan's face with happiness, "For the years, I have come back every year to see it and volunteer for a few days."

Grow a tail?

Wang Yan felt very distressed Wu Ya'an Ge, and hugged her shoulders heavily. Although she spoke very easily, Wang Yan could imagine what treatment would happen to Sister An Ge when she was young when she grew a scorpion tail.

Moreover, this is an orphanage, so I am afraid that I will be alienated and bullied by other children.

In comparison, Wang Yan still feels that he is the happiest when he was a child. His family is simple. Although his parents don’t make much money, they are better than peace and safety.

However, judging from Sister An Ge’s current state, she must have forgotten those unpleasant things.

In the next few days, Wang Yan accompanied Wu Ya'ange as a volunteer in the orphanage. Before leaving, he donated some money to the orphanage director.

After leaving the orphanage, Wuya Ange went on a mission.

Wang Yan also officially began preparing for the Super Energy Academy.

Time flies by.

A coastal city in the north.

It is a pretty good middle school in this city.

The students in the senior high school are actively and nervously preparing for the exam. Only one student in high school uniform lies on the table and sleeps.

What is amazing is that since he went to bed, the teacher who was teaching the questions not only did not punish him, but even the sound of the questions was lighter, as if he was afraid of disturbing the student's sleep.

The other students seemed to be accustomed to it, and while listening honestly, they looked at the student with various admirational eyes.

The ringtone rang, and the student stood up and walked out with his schoolbag. He was slender, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked very gentle and handsome.

But in that gentle and handsome look, there was a cold and arrogance.

"Sikong Zhi just woke up, so handsome."

"Hmph, what a show-off guy."

"Oh, who said that he is so awesome? He doesn't even care about being admitted to Tsinghua University. This time, he must be the top scorer in the city. No wonder the teachers spoil him so much. Our school has never been the top scorer in the city."

"The top scorer in the city, haha, you underestimate Sikong Zhi too much. Judging from his results in this mock exam, the top scorer in the province is a foregone conclusion."

"Sikong Zhi doesn't even look down on Tsinghua and Peking University. Does he want to go to the world's top universities, MIT, Cambridge, etc."

"It's possible. I heard that he made tens of millions of dollars in stock trading last year, and he had the money to study by himself."

"Oh~ I'm so angry that people are so angry. I heard that his grades were very ordinary when he was in the first year of high school, but suddenly he got enlightened. Do you think he got some adventure?"

"I won't say it anymore. I will feel sad the more I say it. We should work hard and strive to get into a 985 university."

As Sikong Zhi walked out of the class, the gossip of the classmates reached his ears with a "very sequential" and his face did not change at all. He had already become tired of hearing similar envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Hmph, the wisdom of mortals. How can I guess my thoughts?"

Sikong Zhi held up his glasses and a hint of mockery was outlined by the corner of his mouth, and he quickly left the class and school. He strolled on the road, seemingly careless, but all the information around him was clearly reflected in his facial features and six senses.

The trajectory of cars, the angle of insects flying, and the leaves on the roadside dance with the rotation of the airflow. Everything is "orderly" in the chaos, and it cannot escape his calculations at all.

"This world is really boring."

Sikong Zhi put his hands in his pockets and walked casually. Everything was no longer interesting to him.

Just as he passed by an old community, the flower pot on the balcony on the sixth floor of a building on the side of the road suddenly shook and fell downstairs.

And in front, a little boy was playing the ball and jumping by.

Everything happened in a flash, just like a coincidence presented in a movie where Death is coming.

“Huh!?”

Sikong Zhi frowned slightly. According to the height of the flowerpot from the ground, the acceleration of gravity, the wind speed, and the speed of the little boy's travel, the final result was that the flowerpot would fall thirty centimeters behind the little boy.

Without any hesitation, he moved.

Sikong Zhi took a step forward and slapped it out with his palm.

"Bang!"

He hit the flower pot and flew out in a diagonal manner, smashing it into a mess on the ground.

"Wow!"

The little boy ran away crying after being stunned.

The other passers-by also watched this scene in surprise. Who was this student who could slap the little boy's flowerpot with one hand?

Sikong Zhi rubbed his painful palms and wrists, held the glasses frame, and continued to move forward without expression. The scene just now seemed to have never happened.

"Smack ~"

A few crisp and rhythmic applause sounded, and a careless voice sounded, "It's a bit interesting, but unfortunately, you didn't figure out that the flowerpot couldn't hit the little boy at all."

Sikong Zhi stopped, his pupils slightly stopped, and he looked at the applause. He saw an older young man in his thirty years younger than him, wearing a windbreaker, leaning casually against the wall, looking at Sikong Zhi with interest.

It was extremely rare that Sikong Zhi had a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes. He was extremely confident in his perception and memory. Even a leaf around him fell to the ground, he could not escape his perception and calculation.
To be continued...