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An Indian teenager who was dancing war dance on the opposite side suddenly drew out a tomahawk hung beside him, threw it towards the street, and screamed angrily.
"Go to hell, Steven, you **** robber! The Golden City belongs to our Indians"
Accompanied by the roar of anger, the Tomahawk with its cowhide tassels drew an arc across the street, and lightning took the Paramount Marauder that Ye Tian was riding on.
In fact, the Indian teenager who threw the tomahawk could not see Ye Tian at all, his sight was completely blocked by the tall and solid Paramount plunder.
He naturally couldn't find the attack line. The Tomahawk that was thrown from his hand could not hit Ye Tian at all. At most, it could only hit the body of the Paramount Predator without causing any damage.
With this sudden attack, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.
Seeing this scene, Matisse and the others reacted immediately.
They raised their assault rifles and loaded their bullets one after another, and their muzzles all pointed at the Indians across the street and the reckless Indian teenager.
The other Indians who were dancing the war dance were stunned for an instant, and there was a flash of fear and despair in the eyes of all adult Indians.
In the eyes of these adult Indians, they only came here to protest or demonstrate, to show their existence, to make a faint voice, to attract people's attention to the Indians.
But where did they want to get it, someone on their own side actually took the initiative to attack the devilish guy Steven. Isn't that self-defeating? If you knew that, you shouldn't have come to join in the fun!
Although these adult Indians are very tough and round, they are not stupid.
They clearly knew that if they were to fight with the tooth-armed **** across the street, there would only be one result, death, and there was no other possibility.
Many New York police officers at the scene responded very quickly. They reached out their hands and touched the holsters, ready to draw out their guns to control the scene.
At this time, they were completely overwhelmed by fear and despair, and secretly cursed the Indian idiots who protested and protested.
You are looking for death by yourself, why do you want to involve us in it, it's **** bad luck!
At this critical moment, Ye Tianqinglang's voice suddenly came out, clearly reaching the ears of everyone on the scene.
"Don't be nervous, don't wipe your guns and go off fire! White spirit, you little fellow come back to me, don't attack"
Following Ye Tian's remarks, people noticed that a faint, lightning-fast white light suddenly appeared over the street.
The white light appeared very abruptly, silently, like a ghost flying in the night sky, no one noticed, if it were not for Ye Tian's shout, people would not have found it.
At this time, the white light was attacking from top to bottom, and it had already flown over the sidewalk on the north side of the street, taking directly at the young man who had just thrown the tomahawk.
Judging from its attack line, the white light should have flown down from the top of the apartment building.
Thinking of this, everyone immediately understood what that lightning white light was.
Except for the white translucent little cobra that the legend has transformed by the devil, what can it be?
When the **** Steven came back from Europe, he brought the little cobra incarnation of the devil back to New York, and let the little cobra take care of his house.
At this moment, the little cobra saw that Steven's **** was attacked, and immediately rushed down from the roof, preparing to put the young man who threw the Indian Tomahawk to death.
After understanding these things, everyone on the scene felt terrified, like falling to hell!
After the little cobra transformed by the devil kills the impulsive Indian teenager, will it start a crazy killing and kill everyone here?
Just when people were frightened, the little cobra that had flown over the street suddenly twisted its body in the air, quickly turned its head, and landed directly on the roof of the Paramount Predator.
"boom"
With a loud noise, the tomahawk thrown by the Indian teenager slammed into the body of the Paramount Predator and fell to the ground.
Looking at the body of the Paramount Predator again, only a shallow white mark was left without any damage.
Immediately afterwards, the little white cobra landed on the roof of the Paramount Predator.
As soon as it touched the roof of the car, the little cobra ejected to the side of the car again, still as fast as lightning.
In the next moment, there was a white translucent bracelet on Ye Tian's right wrist, but this bracelet was alive and extremely poisonous, so strangers should not enter!
After all, the gunfire did not sound, and the tension that was on the verge of fire gradually eased down.
Those New York policemen who were in charge of maintaining order on the scene could not help but let out a sigh of relief, and their tight nerves finally relaxed a little.
Adjusting their emotions a bit, these guys drew their pistols and pointed them at the young man who threw the tomahawk and other Indians on the scene.
"Raise your hands, accept the inspection, don't make any extra moves, otherwise you will be at your own risk"
Many New York police officers shouted together, obviously a little frustrated.
Looking at the Indians again, everyone's face was extremely ugly, and they raised their hands, but the fear and despair in their eyes quickly dissipated.
They knew that they had just turned around at the gate of hell, and they were lucky enough to return to the world!
In the next moment, several New York police officers rushed forward, like a vicious dog, and directly threw the Indian teenager who threw the tomahawk onto the grass.
As for the media reporters standing around, although they are still in shock, they are also very dedicated. How could they miss this opportunity?
They raised their cameras and began to press the shutter frantically to take pictures of the New York police arresting Indian teenagers.
Ye Tian, who was standing at the door of the apartment building, was teasing the white elf who was entangled in his wrist at this time, gently stroking the little guy's triangular head.
When the New York police officers across the street started an action, handcuffed the impulsive Indian teenager and seized the weapons of the other Indians, he sneered and said:
"Matis, you go call the leaders of the Indians opposite, I want to ask, why did they come here to protest? Are they Maya descendants?"
"Okay, Steven"
Matisse nodded in response, and then walked across the street.
Soon, he walked over with a man in his 50s and 60s with an eagle crest, oil paint on his face, and traditional Indian costumes.
There was also a nervous New York policeman who came here.
When the other party came closer, Ye Tian immediately smiled and said:
"Good evening, gentleman, this is Steven. Welcome to New York. I want to say that I am glad to meet you and your companions, but the way we met is obviously not pleasant.
I don’t know what to call you. Which Indian tribe do you and your companions come from? Why are you here today? Why did you come to my apartment building to protest and demonstrate? "
The Indian man shook his hand and said in a deep voice:
"Good evening, Mr. Steven, my name is Mangas, and I come from a small tribe of Navajo people in Indiana. My companions are basically Navajo, and there are several Apaches from neighboring tribes.
Our meeting tonight is indeed not very pleasant. Thank you for letting this little cobra stop attacking, otherwise we may lose a teenager today. No one wants to see such a scene."
With that said, the Indian man glanced at the white elf wrapped around Ye Tian's wrist, his eyes were both scared and somewhat awed.
The Indians have always had a tradition of animal worship, such as worshiping wolves and eagles, etc. At this time, can I not feel in awe when I see such a little cobra that is almost a myth?
Ye Tian looked at the Indian man, pretending to be curious, and said:
"Navajos and Apaches? Mr. Mangas, I don't remember ever dealing with you, let alone offending you, why did you come here to protest the demonstrations?"
Hearing this, Mangas' face immediately changed, somewhat embarrassed.
But he quickly adjusted his mood and continued to say:
"Steven, we are here for the treasures of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire. The treasures of the Golden City belong to the Indians. We Navajo and Apaches should enjoy part of the treasure..."
He was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted unceremoniously by Ye Tian.
"Come for the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire? I heard you right? Mr. Mangas, I would like to ask, what does the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire have to do with you?
You Navajos and Apaches have always lived in the northern part of North America, which is today's Canada, and the farthest you can only move south to northwestern New Mexico ~www.novelhall.com~, while the Mayan Empire is in Central and South America. In the strongest period, the northern border only reached the southern part of Mexico today and the Yucatan Peninsula, far from you.
What you speak is Athabasca, which is far from the Maya language. Not only is the language different, you are also very different from the Maya in terms of appearance and characteristics.
Obviously, although you and the Maya are both Indians, they are completely unrelated. You Navajo and Apache have no intersection with the Maya Empire.
To sum up, what qualifications do you Navajo and Apache have to claim the golden city treasures of the Mayan Empire? Not only you, but other Indian tribes are also not eligible.
If it were not for us, who would be sure that the golden city treasure of the Mayan Empire existed, and who could find this famous treasure? Not to mention sharing! There is no possibility at all! "
Hearing what Ye Tian said, Mangiston was stunned in place, dumbfounded.
Fortunately, his face is painted with oil, otherwise the expression must be wonderful!
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An Indian teenager who was dancing war dance on the opposite side suddenly drew out a tomahawk hung beside him, threw it towards the street, and screamed angrily.
"Go to hell, Steven, you **** robber! The Golden City belongs to our Indians"
Accompanied by the roar of anger, the Tomahawk with its cowhide tassels drew an arc across the street, and lightning took the Paramount Marauder that Ye Tian was riding on.
In fact, the Indian teenager who threw the tomahawk could not see Ye Tian at all, his sight was completely blocked by the tall and solid Paramount plunder.
He naturally couldn't find the attack line. The Tomahawk that was thrown from his hand could not hit Ye Tian at all. At most, it could only hit the body of the Paramount Predator without causing any damage.
With this sudden attack, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.
Seeing this scene, Matisse and the others reacted immediately.
They raised their assault rifles and loaded their bullets one after another, and their muzzles all pointed at the Indians across the street and the reckless Indian teenager.
The other Indians who were dancing the war dance were stunned for an instant, and there was a flash of fear and despair in the eyes of all adult Indians.
In the eyes of these adult Indians, they only came here to protest or demonstrate, to show their existence, to make a faint voice, to attract people's attention to the Indians.
But where did they want to get it, someone on their own side actually took the initiative to attack the devilish guy Steven. Isn't that self-defeating? If you knew that, you shouldn't have come to join in the fun!
Although these adult Indians are very tough and round, they are not stupid.
They clearly knew that if they were to fight with the tooth-armed **** across the street, there would only be one result, death, and there was no other possibility.
Many New York police officers at the scene responded very quickly. They reached out their hands and touched the holsters, ready to draw out their guns to control the scene.
At this time, they were completely overwhelmed by fear and despair, and secretly cursed the Indian idiots who protested and protested.
You are looking for death by yourself, why do you want to involve us in it, it's **** bad luck!
At this critical moment, Ye Tianqinglang's voice suddenly came out, clearly reaching the ears of everyone on the scene.
"Don't be nervous, don't wipe your guns and go off fire! White spirit, you little fellow come back to me, don't attack"
Following Ye Tian's remarks, people noticed that a faint, lightning-fast white light suddenly appeared over the street.
The white light appeared very abruptly, silently, like a ghost flying in the night sky, no one noticed, if it were not for Ye Tian's shout, people would not have found it.
At this time, the white light was attacking from top to bottom, and it had already flown over the sidewalk on the north side of the street, taking directly at the young man who had just thrown the tomahawk.
Judging from its attack line, the white light should have flown down from the top of the apartment building.
Thinking of this, everyone immediately understood what that lightning white light was.
Except for the white translucent little cobra that the legend has transformed by the devil, what can it be?
When the **** Steven came back from Europe, he brought the little cobra incarnation of the devil back to New York, and let the little cobra take care of his house.
At this moment, the little cobra saw that Steven's **** was attacked, and immediately rushed down from the roof, preparing to put the young man who threw the Indian Tomahawk to death.
After understanding these things, everyone on the scene felt terrified, like falling to hell!
After the little cobra transformed by the devil kills the impulsive Indian teenager, will it start a crazy killing and kill everyone here?
Just when people were frightened, the little cobra that had flown over the street suddenly twisted its body in the air, quickly turned its head, and landed directly on the roof of the Paramount Predator.
"boom"
With a loud noise, the tomahawk thrown by the Indian teenager slammed into the body of the Paramount Predator and fell to the ground.
Looking at the body of the Paramount Predator again, only a shallow white mark was left without any damage.
Immediately afterwards, the little white cobra landed on the roof of the Paramount Predator.
As soon as it touched the roof of the car, the little cobra ejected to the side of the car again, still as fast as lightning.
In the next moment, there was a white translucent bracelet on Ye Tian's right wrist, but this bracelet was alive and extremely poisonous, so strangers should not enter!
After all, the gunfire did not sound, and the tension that was on the verge of fire gradually eased down.
Those New York policemen who were in charge of maintaining order on the scene could not help but let out a sigh of relief, and their tight nerves finally relaxed a little.
Adjusting their emotions a bit, these guys drew their pistols and pointed them at the young man who threw the tomahawk and other Indians on the scene.
"Raise your hands, accept the inspection, don't make any extra moves, otherwise you will be at your own risk"
Many New York police officers shouted together, obviously a little frustrated.
Looking at the Indians again, everyone's face was extremely ugly, and they raised their hands, but the fear and despair in their eyes quickly dissipated.
They knew that they had just turned around at the gate of hell, and they were lucky enough to return to the world!
In the next moment, several New York police officers rushed forward, like a vicious dog, and directly threw the Indian teenager who threw the tomahawk onto the grass.
As for the media reporters standing around, although they are still in shock, they are also very dedicated. How could they miss this opportunity?
They raised their cameras and began to press the shutter frantically to take pictures of the New York police arresting Indian teenagers.
Ye Tian, who was standing at the door of the apartment building, was teasing the white elf who was entangled in his wrist at this time, gently stroking the little guy's triangular head.
When the New York police officers across the street started an action, handcuffed the impulsive Indian teenager and seized the weapons of the other Indians, he sneered and said:
"Matis, you go call the leaders of the Indians opposite, I want to ask, why did they come here to protest? Are they Maya descendants?"
"Okay, Steven"
Matisse nodded in response, and then walked across the street.
Soon, he walked over with a man in his 50s and 60s with an eagle crest, oil paint on his face, and traditional Indian costumes.
There was also a nervous New York policeman who came here.
When the other party came closer, Ye Tian immediately smiled and said:
"Good evening, gentleman, this is Steven. Welcome to New York. I want to say that I am glad to meet you and your companions, but the way we met is obviously not pleasant.
I don’t know what to call you. Which Indian tribe do you and your companions come from? Why are you here today? Why did you come to my apartment building to protest and demonstrate? "
The Indian man shook his hand and said in a deep voice:
"Good evening, Mr. Steven, my name is Mangas, and I come from a small tribe of Navajo people in Indiana. My companions are basically Navajo, and there are several Apaches from neighboring tribes.
Our meeting tonight is indeed not very pleasant. Thank you for letting this little cobra stop attacking, otherwise we may lose a teenager today. No one wants to see such a scene."
With that said, the Indian man glanced at the white elf wrapped around Ye Tian's wrist, his eyes were both scared and somewhat awed.
The Indians have always had a tradition of animal worship, such as worshiping wolves and eagles, etc. At this time, can I not feel in awe when I see such a little cobra that is almost a myth?
Ye Tian looked at the Indian man, pretending to be curious, and said:
"Navajos and Apaches? Mr. Mangas, I don't remember ever dealing with you, let alone offending you, why did you come here to protest the demonstrations?"
Hearing this, Mangas' face immediately changed, somewhat embarrassed.
But he quickly adjusted his mood and continued to say:
"Steven, we are here for the treasures of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire. The treasures of the Golden City belong to the Indians. We Navajo and Apaches should enjoy part of the treasure..."
He was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted unceremoniously by Ye Tian.
"Come for the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire? I heard you right? Mr. Mangas, I would like to ask, what does the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire have to do with you?
You Navajos and Apaches have always lived in the northern part of North America, which is today's Canada, and the farthest you can only move south to northwestern New Mexico ~www.novelhall.com~, while the Mayan Empire is in Central and South America. In the strongest period, the northern border only reached the southern part of Mexico today and the Yucatan Peninsula, far from you.
What you speak is Athabasca, which is far from the Maya language. Not only is the language different, you are also very different from the Maya in terms of appearance and characteristics.
Obviously, although you and the Maya are both Indians, they are completely unrelated. You Navajo and Apache have no intersection with the Maya Empire.
To sum up, what qualifications do you Navajo and Apache have to claim the golden city treasures of the Mayan Empire? Not only you, but other Indian tribes are also not eligible.
If it were not for us, who would be sure that the golden city treasure of the Mayan Empire existed, and who could find this famous treasure? Not to mention sharing! There is no possibility at all! "
Hearing what Ye Tian said, Mangiston was stunned in place, dumbfounded.
Fortunately, his face is painted with oil, otherwise the expression must be wonderful!
, The fastest update of the latest chapters in the world of treasure hunt!An Indian teenager who was dancing war dance on the opposite side suddenly drew out a tomahawk hung beside him, threw it towards the street, and screamed angrily."Go to hell, Steven, you **** robber! The Golden City belongs to our Indians"Accompanied by the roar of anger, the Tomahawk with its cowhide tassels drew an arc across the street, and lightning took the Paramount Marauder that Ye Tian was riding on.In fact, the Indian teenager who threw the tomahawk could not see Ye Tian at all, his sight was completely blocked by the tall and solid Paramount plunder.He naturally couldn't find the attack line. The Tomahawk that was thrown from his hand could not hit Ye Tian at all. At most, it could only hit the body of the Paramount Predator without causing any damage.With this sudden attack, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.Seeing this scene, Matisse and the others reacted immediately.They raised their assault rifles and loaded their bullets one after another, and their muzzles all pointed at the Indians across the street and the reckless Indian teenager.The other Indians who were dancing the war dance were stunned for an instant, and there was a flash of fear and despair in the eyes of all adult Indians.In the eyes of these adult Indians, they only came here to protest or demonstrate, to show their existence, to make a faint voice, to attract people's attention to the Indians.But where did they want to get it, someone on their own side actually took the initiative to attack the devilish guy Steven. Isn't that self-defeating? If you knew that, you shouldn't have come to join in the fun!Although these adult Indians are very tough and round, they are not stupid.They clearly knew that if they were to fight with the tooth-armed **** across the street, there would only be one result, death, and there was no other possibility.Many New York police officers at the scene responded very quickly. They reached out their hands and touched the holsters, ready to draw out their guns to control the scene.At this time, they were completely overwhelmed by fear and despair, and secretly cursed the Indian idiots who protested and protested.You are looking for death by yourself, why do you want to involve us in it, it's **** bad luck!At this critical moment, Ye Tianqinglang's voice suddenly came out, clearly reaching the ears of everyone on the scene."Don't be nervous, don't wipe your guns and go off fire! White spirit, you little fellow come back to me, don't attack"Following Ye Tian's remarks, people noticed that a faint, lightning-fast white light suddenly appeared over the street.The white light appeared very abruptly, silently, like a ghost flying in the night sky, no one noticed, if it were not for Ye Tian's shout, people would not have found it.At this time, the white light was attacking from top to bottom, and it had already flown over the sidewalk on the north side of the street, taking directly at the young man who had just thrown the tomahawk.Judging from its attack line, the white light should have flown down from the top of the apartment building.Thinking of this, everyone immediately understood what that lightning white light was.Except for the white translucent little cobra that the legend has transformed by the devil, what can it be?When the **** Steven came back from Europe, he brought the little cobra incarnation of the devil back to New York, and let the little cobra take care of his house.At this moment, the little cobra saw that Steven's **** was attacked, and immediately rushed down from the roof, preparing to put the young man who threw the Indian Tomahawk to death.After understanding these things, everyone on the scene felt terrified, like falling to hell!After the little cobra transformed by the devil kills the impulsive Indian teenager, will it start a crazy killing and kill everyone here?Just when people were frightened, the little cobra that had flown over the street suddenly twisted its body in the air, quickly turned its head, and landed directly on the roof of the Paramount Predator."boom"With a loud noise, the tomahawk thrown by the Indian teenager slammed into the body of the Paramount Predator and fell to the ground.Looking at the body of the Paramount Predator again, only a shallow white mark was left without any damage.Immediately afterwards, the little white cobra landed on the roof of the Paramount Predator.As soon as it touched the roof of the car, the little cobra ejected to the side of the car again, still as fast as lightning.In the next moment, there was a white translucent bracelet on Ye Tian's right wrist, but this bracelet was alive and extremely poisonous, so strangers should not enter!After all, the gunfire did not sound, and the tension that was on the verge of fire gradually eased down.Those New York policemen who were in charge of maintaining order on the scene could not help but let out a sigh of relief, and their tight nerves finally relaxed a little.Adjusting their emotions a bit, these guys drew their pistols and pointed them at the young man who threw the tomahawk and other Indians on the scene."Raise your hands, accept the inspection, don't make any extra moves, otherwise you will be at your own risk"Many New York police officers shouted together, obviously a little frustrated.Looking at the Indians again, everyone's face was extremely ugly, and they raised their hands, but the fear and despair in their eyes quickly dissipated.They knew that they had just turned around at the gate of hell, and they were lucky enough to return to the world!In the next moment, several New York police officers rushed forward, like a vicious dog, and directly threw the Indian teenager who threw the tomahawk onto the grass.As for the media reporters standing around, although they are still in shock, they are also very dedicated. How could they miss this opportunity?They raised their cameras and began to press the shutter frantically to take pictures of the New York police arresting Indian teenagers.Ye Tian, who was standing at the door of the apartment building, was teasing the white elf who was entangled in his wrist at this time, gently stroking the little guy's triangular head.When the New York police officers across the street started an action, handcuffed the impulsive Indian teenager and seized the weapons of the other Indians, he sneered and said:"Matis, you go call the leaders of the Indians opposite, I want to ask, why did they come here to protest? Are they Maya descendants?""Okay, Steven"Matisse nodded in response, and then walked across the street.Soon, he walked over with a man in his 50s and 60s with an eagle crest, oil paint on his face, and traditional Indian costumes.There was also a nervous New York policeman who came here.When the other party came closer, Ye Tian immediately smiled and said:"Good evening, gentleman, this is Steven. Welcome to New York. I want to say that I am glad to meet you and your companions, but the way we met is obviously not pleasant.I don't know what to call you. Which Indian tribe do you and your companions come from? Why are you here today? Why did you come to my apartment building to protest and demonstrate? "The Indian man shook his hand and said in a deep voice:"Good evening, Mr. Steven, my name is Mangas, and I come from a small tribe of Navajo people in Indiana. My companions are basically Navajo, and there are several Apaches from neighboring tribes.Our meeting tonight is indeed not very pleasant. Thank you for letting this little cobra stop attacking, otherwise we may lose a teenager today. No one wants to see such a scene."With that said, the Indian man glanced at the white elf wrapped around Ye Tian's wrist, his eyes were both scared and somewhat awed.The Indians have always had a tradition of animal worship, such as worshiping wolves and eagles, etc. At this time, can I not feel in awe when I see such a little cobra that is almost a myth?Ye Tian looked at the Indian man, pretending to be curious, and said:"Navajos and Apaches? Mr. Mangas, I don't remember ever dealing with you, let alone offending you, why did you come here to protest the demonstrations?"Hearing this, Mangas' face immediately changed, somewhat embarrassed.But he quickly adjusted his mood and continued to say:"Steven, we are here for the treasures of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire. The treasures of the Golden City belong to the Indians. We Navajo and Apaches should enjoy part of the treasure..."He was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted unceremoniously by Ye Tian."Come for the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire? I heard you right? Mr. Mangas, I would like to ask, what does the treasure of the Golden City of the Mayan Empire have to do with you?You Navajos and Apaches have always lived in the northern part of North America, which is today's Canada, and the farthest you can only move south to northwestern New Mexico ~www.novelhall.com~, while the Mayan Empire is in Central and South America. In the strongest period, the northern border only reached the southern part of Mexico today and the Yucatan Peninsula, far from you.What you speak is Athabasca, which is far from the Maya language. Not only is the language different, you are also very different from the Maya in terms of appearance and characteristics.Obviously, although you and the Maya are both Indians, they are completely unrelated. You Navajo and Apache have no intersection with the Maya Empire.To sum up, what qualifications do you Navajo and Apache have to claim the golden city treasures of the Mayan Empire? Not only you, but other Indian tribes are also not eligible.If it were not for us, who would be sure that the golden city treasure of the Mayan Empire existed, and who could find this famous treasure? Not to mention sharing! There is no possibility at all! "Hearing what Ye Tian said, Mangiston was stunned in place, dumbfounded.Fortunately, his face is painted with oil, otherwise the expression must be wonderful!
