The dawn of the Middle East is always accompanied by harsh sunlight and exotic dry air, and in Dubai, in its desert climate, outdoor living conditions are not ideal.

Cold winters, scorching summers, lack of fresh water, lack of food, but in this extremely harsh natural conditions, modern cities have risen one after another, becoming models of the Arab world, admired and worshiped by millions of people.

In just a few decades, Dubai has grown from a regional hub in the desert to a cosmopolitan metropolis that is one of the greatest wonders of the twentieth century.

Pulling the curtains open, Ye Fan's eyes looked into the distance, the Burj Al Arab and the Palm Island were vivid, the city was shrouded in a slight sand haze, and there was a dreamy feeling of being in a mirage.

Under the Burj of Khalifa, classical music is played 24 hours a day in a huge musical fountain pool, and people in different costumes can be seen entering and exiting the skyscraper from time to time.

Looking up, the tower is incomparably magnificent, reaching into the sky, and the light reflected by the glass pierces the human eye.

After resting this night, my energy has been fully recovered, but I don't know what tricks the enemy lurking in the shadows will play next.

After the broken army finished washing, he came out of the bedroom dressed neatly, wearing a long black dress, bright eyes and bright teeth, and picturesque eyebrows, like the night elf, so that people can't bear to blaspheme, they can only watch from a distance.

"What are you looking at?" Sensing Ye Fan's unblinking gaze, Po Jun's face blushed slightly.

Ye Fan straightened his face, circled around her, and looked up and down: "I'm thinking, you should be an ordinary person." ”

"Why? Didn't you say that I am a member of Beidou and belong to the country?" Po Jun's delicate face was innocent and curious.

"Soldier, I can't show your beauty. Ye Fan said solemnly: "Throughout the ages, how many beauties have been in the army and held guns? ”

"What's going on?" Po Jun looked very ignorant.

Ye Fan's face was embarrassed, and he pretended to answer: "Ahem...... Naturally...... Husbands and children, do what women should do, fight and kill, and hand it over to men to do. ”

"I see. Po Jun smiled sweetly, "Shall we go for breakfast?"

"Ask the butler to send it in, the presidential suite will enjoy presidential treatment." Ye Fan took her hand and arranged for Pojun to sit at the table: "From now on, you are the president." ”

"And what are you?" the girl blinked with innocent eyes.

"I, what do you want me to be?" Ye Fan sat opposite her, put away his usual flirtatious smile and smile, and looked at her quietly.

Po Jun raised his head and looked at the familiar man in front of him, his cheeks were slightly thin, angular, and unusually handsome, and those star-like deep eyes were full of tenderness at the moment, faintly, and there was a trace of depth that she couldn't understand.

"I ...... I want you to be my closest and most reliable person, like, family. "There is no love in the dictionary of the broken army, only innocence, and what is lost with that normal memory is the budding feeling.

"Yes, we are family. Ye Fan showed a far-fetched smile, but there was a touch of vicissitudes like a 10,000-year-old pine in his eyes.

It's fast, it's fast, and when the mystery is revealed, you will definitely be able to find a way to heal her and give yourself a real Allure.

The British housekeeper and waiter brought a Chinese breakfast, soy milk, fried dough sticks, flatbread eggs, and even a few authentic pickles.

Monica didn't have a chance to have breakfast together, and this woman's routine was the opposite of that of humans, who had just changed into a sexy nightgown and fell asleep.

After a warm and comfortable meal to fill his belly early, Ye Fan began to think about what the enemy would do next.

Predictably, Rafael must be hiding in Dubai, looking forward to the moment when he goes head-to-head.

"Sir, this is your invitation. "The English butler brought a strange card, the title page engraved with a gold pattern of a knife and a shield.

"Who sent it?" Ye Fan glanced at the tray and said secretly in his heart: It's here.

The doorman who delivered the letter said that it was an unnamed gentleman, a European. ”

Raphael! It must be Raphael! The same method is the same as when I was in Burma, and it will be no one else but him.

"What is this talking about?" Ye Fan got up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"You are invited to participate in the Jumanji, located in ...... Golden Desert City. After the butler opened the invitation, his expression showed a strange expression.

"Juman's game?" Ye Fan grinded for a few seconds, "What else is on it?"

"A badge?" the butler wasn't sure what it meant, it was a flaming sword, Raphael's identity.

"So I'm going to play with you. Taking the invitation and glancing at it, Ye Fan was already convinced that this was a challenge letter sent by the other party, the so-called soldiers came to block, water came to cover, with his personality, the sword mountain and the sea of fire were in front of him, and he would never retreat half a step to the enemy.

If you want to play, then play!

Now, it is almost certain that from the beginning, the goal of the Hand of God was not to break the army, but to him.

It took a lot of scheming and constantly using various hints to lure him from Myanmar to Dubai, and no matter what the attempt, this hole card is about to be unfolded today.

Walking out of the lobby on the first floor of the Burj Khalifa, the Arab doorman in a white robe signaled to Ye Fan that the car that picked him up had stopped in the waiting area.

A rugged-looking American off-road vehicle!

It was an old Arab man who drove the car, and there was no one else.

After Ye Fan got in the car, he found that he couldn't communicate normally with the other party at all, which was specially arranged by Raphael.

Jeep buggy through Dubai's desert morning as it sps through the desert.

In an hour or so, Ye Fan was sent into a vast uninhabited area, and as far as the eye could see, only yellow sand, rolling sand dunes, the occasional wild camel, and scattered date palm trees showed the scene of lifelessness here, in stark contrast to the towering skyscrapers of the city.

The buggy continued until the tires could barely adjust to the softening of the quicksand, and an abandoned ancient city appeared in front of it.

This is probably the end of the trip, Golden Desert City.

The old Arab man stopped the car, stopped moving forward, and motioned for Ye Fan to get out of the car.

Standing on the soft yellow sand, Ye Fan's divine sense quietly spread out, spreading to the depths of the ruins, and immediately found that there were as many as ten life breaths in it.

The eyes of the sky bloomed, and the figures of these people all fell into the field of vision one by one, they were a group of ...... Outlaws of all colors!

Could it be that this is what Raphael called the game of the brave? It's too childish, isn't it? Do you expect these people to kill him? What the hell?

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Ye Fan stepped into this so-called game chessboard.

Broken walls, desolate earth and rocks, and large ruins constitute the vast and dilapidated landforms of this area, and the deserted ancient city explains the difficult living conditions of the ancient Arabs.

Stepping onto the broken stone road, Ye Fan walked slowly towards the group of people.

Hearing the footsteps, the crowd that had been gathered together immediately became alert, and one by one rushed out of the ruins, outflanking the newcomer.

More than a dozen, whites, blacks, yellows, Arabs! There was even a veiled woman!

"Stop!" A tall and sturdy white man held a military dagger in his hand, put on a defensive posture, and pointed at Ye Fan.

The rest of the people also showed a look of vigilance against prying eyes, staring at him deadly. These people wore a variety of uniforms, leather jackets, field uniforms, elastic bulletproof vests, and large leather boots...... It can be seen that they are basically people with stories, who have experienced the life of a knife licking blood.

"Huh?" Ye Fan's eyes were indifferent, and he glanced around, "What, blocking the road and robbing the road?"

Several fierce faces exchanged glances with each other, and one of them, a man with five big and three thick, stood up and nodded: "What do you call a brother?"

This yellow man is actually a fellow countryman, Ye Fan smiled at him: "Ye Fan." ”

"It turned out to be Brother Ye, everyone is a fellow traveler, my name is Zhang Qiang, from Liao Province, listen to my brother's accent, are you from the south?" Dahan also smiled, and the people around him gradually relaxed their vigilance, put away their weapons, and no longer showed special hostility.

"You're right, what are you doing here?"

Hearing his question, Zhang Qiang's face was surprised, and he asked with a wrinkle, "Aren't you here to ......?"

"Is the brave a game?" Ye Fan showed the invitation.

"Yes, yes, the time is almost up, Brother Ye doesn't have a weapon?" Zhang Qiang wanted to speak and stopped, looking left and right from time to time, looking a little nervous.

"Oh, with a dagger. Until now, Ye Fan still has no clue, what is the content of this game?

The others watched them talk together, and dispersed, looking around cautiously, as if they were about to face some unknown danger at any moment.

Zhang Qiang looked at the time on his phone again, his tone was hurried, his expression became more and more flustered, and he was a little nervous: "I don't know if I can go back alive, three million, three million, enough, enough......"

Buzz –

Just when Ye Fan was secretly pondering the meaning of his words in his heart, the sound of a helicopter came from the sky in the distance of the desert.