Beng Tie, the interstellar warlord starting from Yaliluo

It's not too much to urge the update to break 1150 and release a chapter to save the manuscript.

Looking at the two sides who seemed to have communicated very harmoniously, Boris narrowed his eyes.

Listening to what his lord said, the strength of these outsiders is called a terror! It is said that all of them are terrifying existences that can directly tear tanks with their hands!

If this is co-opted by Belo Bogra, wouldn't it be out of thin air to directly add three hostile high-level combat power to his side.

If this thing is successful, it will be in the same state as the Great Guardian of Cocoria, who can do it: move the battle line of the Silvermane Iron Guard forward twenty meters, this kind of brain-dead command. Will the other side suddenly have a brain twitch and prepare to directly start a war

with the Steel Fortress? Although the Steel Fortress has an overwhelming military superiority, but with these three and at least the same level of hostile high-level combat power as themselves, they have not to kill many more soldiers in the Steel Fortress for no reason?

Thinking about it, Boris felt that his ideas were becoming more and more likely.

A nameless fire slowly angered from his heart, and for a while Boris was angry from his heart, and evil was born from his guts, and he picked up the modified AK in his hand and was ready to rush out of the snowdrift to extinguish his mouth in advance. Prevent greater damage later.

If it weren't for Sambo on the side, seeing the eldest brother who had just run around in the snow with him, the situation seemed to be a little wrong, and there was a terrifying aura all over his body. Just when Boris was about to rush out of the snowdrift, he directly saved the opponent's waist and dragged him back. This big brother may just rush out and start fighting.

"Big brother, calm down! Our big brother just said that it is best to interact with them before Beloberg, not that it must be! If you rush up and fight with them now, this beam will be completely settled! Our salary will be completely lost! We can't afford to eat!"

Originally, he was too lazy to pay attention to Sambo, but when Boris heard the words "no salary" and "can't afford to eat", he instantly calmed down like a basin of cold water poured on a bonfire.

March Seven and Star, who were in friendly negotiations with Jepard and the other silver-maned guards, suddenly felt a chill from the soles of his feet to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Is it really strange? Is anyone thinking about them?"

If you hadn't fooled me into doing that big deal last time, wouldn't I have been able to afford to eat now?"

He swore that he would never trust this scalping merchant who didn't have a word of truth in his mouth again, and this guy should be hung up with a street lamp.

"Alas, don't say it, business has been sluggish lately, and if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have gone to my eldest brother's place to eat and drink.

Sambo, who also sighed, also had a loveless face.

"Huh, how about we find a time to sneak into the homes of those noble lords and steal their pure gold panties from him?"

Sambo, who suddenly came up with a ghost idea, blinked his eyes and looked at Boris who was thinking about it after hearing it with a wicked smile.

"When the time comes, the two of us will split the account, and we will have food at that time. At

the same time, Boris's stomach made a protesting noise.

An expression of disgust instantly appeared on his face, and Boris said righteously:

"What a Tzeentch! As a glorious warrior under the lord, it is absolutely impossible for me Boris to do such a thing!"

Boris looked at his watch as he spoke. Well, well, after work, then he is now not a glorious warrior but an ordinary citizen.

"But now that I'm off work, I'm just an ordinary citizen, and we'll split the account between the two of us when the time comes. But if you get caught by them, don't tell the panel that you know me.

(Thanks again to the Janissaries who can't afford to eat, the gibberish Fanghua, and the praise Ohm for the inspiration in the comments.) At that time, I almost burst out laughing when I saw the comments. Nobles

: Why do you feel cold behind your back

? At this moment, Qin Huairen, who is in the midst of the steel fortress, is anxious

! After all, the ghost knows what kind of character those people in the protagonist group are! What if they suddenly look at themselves unpleasantly that day, and even destroy them with people and forces?

Knock, knock, knock...

The sound of shoes on the floor kept ringing in the room, and Number One, who was sitting on the desk, slowly put aside the 5,867 official documents he had handled today in his hand and picked up another official document again.

An hour later....

No. 1, who had already reviewed and completed hundreds of official documents again, listened to the footsteps that were still ringing in his ears, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and slowly raised his head.

I looked at the people who had been pacing here for more than two hours, and kept saying "What to do, what to do." Qin Huairen.

"Lord, I actually think you can sit down and rest for a while. There is a solution. Adhering

to what Qin Huairen and all of them said last time:

"You atone for your sins, but don't fool me around! Your atonement needs to create value for us, and only by living a little longer can we create more value." Moreover, especially No. 1 you! If you have something to say, don't be like a stuffy gourd all day long! If you dare to look like this again, be careful that I Qin Hansan deducts your salary!" No

. 1 still made his own suggestion, after all, the lord of his family has been walking around here, although he does not have the slightest disgust, but the lord he will be tired.

"Then what do you say should be done?"

Following his best friend's advice, Qin Huairen continued to ask questions as he sat down. After all, he was really worried that the protagonist group would destroy him. Although he Qin Hansan has indeed done a lot of good things, he is actually not a good person.

"Actually, you can let Sambo get in touch with them first, after all, according to the survey, Sambo's connections are all over Beloberg.

Listening to Qin Huairen's inquiry, No. 1 put down the pen in his hand and thought about it.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.....

Picking up the phone on the side, No. 1 handed the microphone to Qin Huairen's face. The entire arrangement of this thing had been built during the construction of the previous few years, and it had indeed made communication much easier throughout the Iron Fortress.

"Big brother, we've managed to interact with those outsiders for the first time!"

Sambo's excited voice and Boris's deep voice came from the phone.