A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

"Huh? Earthquake?"

Zhao Aotian looked to the east in confusion.

"What's the matter? Zhao Martial King." Opposite the long table, Adrian, Prime Minister of the United Nations of Faris, said kindly, holding his curled beard.

It is Zheng Qian's magic element, should Yingzhou be destroyed by him, right?

Zhao Aotian didn't think much.

He is better than me, and he is more flexible than me, so he is a bit reckless than me. There is no need to worry about him.

Instead, Zhao Aotian smiled and said, "Ang, Prime Minister Adrian, happy cooperation."

When Adrian heard what Zhao Aotian said, he took a reassurance in his heart.

"good."

The two stood up and shook hands, symbolizing the successful conclusion of the Faris incident.

The resolution of the incident went smoothly.

After Zhao Aotian came to the United Nations in Faris, he was basically not hindered, and he successfully contacted the senior management.

Then, after communicating and understanding the situation, Zhao Aotian expressed understanding to Faris.

Faris United Nations said that it is a bit ugly. In fact, it is a collection of countless small villages. The leaders have not got rid of the boundaries of the village in thought, and their horizons are not broad enough.

In addition, industrial power is only concentrated near the capital.

Although the military strength is not bad, because the previous international competition with Eagle Valley suffered too many losses, the vitality has not yet recovered to 30% of its heyday.

Therefore, Faris is very sensitive to any disturbance.

This has developed the country's temper of surrender at every turn.

As for the fact that the soldiers beat other countries to the ground in order to surrender, it is actually a joke.

It is mainly in the surrounding countries, except for the Northland, the others are too weak.

Soldiers have three points of anger.

The politician is counseled to the politician, and the soldier surrenders without losing the battle. You fucking refused to let me surrender, don’t you give me a Giving face?

So there was a fight.

It's that simple.

Of course, this matter can be resolved so smoothly. In addition to the simplicity of the matter itself, the more important thing is the active handling of the matter by the United Nations.

When Prime Minister Adrian heard that Zhao Aotian was coming, he rushed out of his White Floating Palace to meet him in person.

There were only five hours before and after, saving time and effort, and the Faris UN incident was resolved.

It is indeed rare to be able to solve the problem smoothly as it is now.

Zhao Aotian felt that this might be considered a rare holiday for God, right?

In this way, after briefly explaining about the World UN Conference next month, Zhao Aotian left Faris with Xiao Chihuo and embarked on a journey to the next destination, Haisai Bay.

And that was the last stop in his line.

Soon after leaving Farris border, Zhao Aotian's watch rang.

Putting down his luggage, Zhao Aotian took out the Heaven Slashing Sword, cut his own wrist, released about 200cc of blood, and put it into the storage space in a sealed bag.

Seeing Zhao Aotian holding his own wound to promote healing, Xiao Chihuo on the side could not help but frown his eyebrows slightly.

"What is this?"

"That's a timed alarm clock, Kota Country's technology." Zhao Aotian shook the digital watch in his hand and said:

"As long as you release your own Candle Dragon Blood Essence regularly and quantitatively based on this alarm clock, you can release as many Candle Dragon Blood Essence as possible in the shortest time without losing your own Cultivation Base."

Xiao Chihuo glanced at his wound.

Although it has healed, there is still a bit of pain.

"For the final decisive battle?" Xiao Chihuo stepped forward with concern and held his hand, gently covering it.

The warm touch from his wrist made Zhao Aotian blush involuntarily.

"Ahem, yeah."

He turned his face away, shyly not daring to look at Xiao Chihuo: "This time it will be enough for 100 people, 8 times a day, with at least 15 days reserved for 85 days of blood.

In theory, 70,000 gods can be created.

I will still release it in the last 15 days. Although the training time may not be enough, in the end, I alone can create an army of 80,000 gods. "

"Won't it be very hard?" Xiao Chihuo asked concerned.

Zhao Aotian smiled naively, scratching his head and said: "This is nothing, Zheng Qian has worked harder than me, 12 times a day, 1000cc each time.

The army of gods he created alone is 600,000, and those who have received sufficient training are conservatively estimated to be more than 500,000. "

"If you don't consider the quality, will the two add up to nearly 700,000 gods?" Xiao Chihuo looked a little unhappy for some reason.

Zhao Aotian was not the one who didn't understand women's heart before.

He clearly saw Xiao Chihuo's worry.

He leaned closer and said: "It's okay, as long as the bloodletting follows the reminder of the watch, it won't affect my body."

"No, I'm not talking about this."

Xiao Chihuo lowered his head: "Once a war starts, you...will rush to the forefront, right?"

Zhao Aotian was taken aback.

Immediately, his face dimmed.

He didn't answer, because he knew what Xiao Chi Huo meant by mentioning this.

"It will be dangerous, right?"

"Yeah." Zhao Aotian nodded.

"You want to come back alive...you can't promise me, right?"

"Yeah." Zhao Aotian pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

Endless sadness appeared on Xiao Chihuo's face.

She didn't make a noise, because she knew that Zhao Aotian was such a person.

He will not lie to himself.

Will not agree to her such a thing.

Xiao Chihuo had never seen the Demon God, but from this journey, Zhao Aotian's introduction probably knew that it was an existence equivalent to a God.

It is impractical to fight against the gods as human beings.

Not to mention Zhao Aotian, it is the powerful and invincible Zheng Qian who is planning this big battle with the consciousness of death.

No one can guarantee that they will survive.

no one!

"Too cunning."

Xiao Chihuo's voice weeped slightly: "I have only come together, but there are only less than a hundred days left. You are too cunning. You are not willing to even lie to me that you will come back alive."

"sorry."

Zhao Aotian stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Chihuo's hand, and said sternly: "But I can assure you that we humans will definitely win, one! Set!"

The two words must be sonorous and decisive, as if they have seen the picture of future victory.

Xiao Chihuo raised his head and stared at the man in front of him.

Immediately, she stood on tiptoe.

Zhao Aotian's eyes widened.

Wait for the fragrant lips to leave.

In his eyes, only this red-faced person was left.

"I believe you will come back alive, even if you can't guarantee it, I believe it! So, when the war is over, resign from Martial King and live the life of ordinary people with me? Just this, promise me, okay?"

Gentle words are like spring breeze.

Zhao Aotian stared at her blankly, feeling like a deer for a while.

For a long time, he smiled bitterly: "If Zheng Qian was here, he would definitely scold you for setting up a flag."

"Then for me, unplug this flag."

"Ah."

Zhao Aotian pinched his nose, stepped forward and hugged her into his arms.

"Ang, I promise you that humans will definitely win, and I will definitely come back."

"Um."

As the sun sets, the two hug each other.

This scene, like a famous painting crafted by a master, is sweet and beautiful.

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