Doomsday Pavilion

Uncle Warlock cupped fist with both hands, expressing admiration for the skills of the snow dumpling boss.

"Did you get discounted because you refused to discount...Sure enough, it is a skill that only strong enough people are qualified to possess..."

The fact that Xue Danzi can live to this day is a clear proof that this skill has never failed.

In fact, is it possible that this is not a skill?

The warlock silently put the cloak back on his body, covering all the tendons.

(Alas, after using the same trick for a long time, it really isn't that popular. It's obvious that the audience's expressions are not excited the last time. Well, next time, do you want to get a tattoo on your arm and go to the town scene?)

He is the uncle Warlock who likes to be crowded and talked over and over again-as if this proves that he has a lot of friends.

Seeing that the Liu Ren was gone, the garrison and the occurrence committee began to sigh and sigh at the tree.

Well, yes, don't doubt it, this is just for the uncle warlock who is proficient in space spells such as "Phantom Transformation", "Sleeve Universe" and other space spells to look pitifully.

The uncle warlock turned his eyes out of flowers,

"Googling, I really can't handle this thing, I can't even touch it."

Zhao Zheng stiffened his scalp and leaned forward cheeky.

"Master Warlock, anyway, you have come out with a charter, we are still so confused here that I don't understand what's going on at all."

At this time, the various instruments and equipment of the scientific research institute had begun to go on without money, making five-drinking six-competition gestures.

Uncle Warlock looked at the group of people tossing very uncomfortably-when did they come, they seemed to have worked for the research institute.

The warlock said,

"For an analogy, Liu Renjun's plan is actually very simple and rude. He has cultivated some things in the world behind the tree. You don't need to say anything about it, you know it, it's probably a sublimated version of some kind of blood corpse virus. , Didn’t it just require substantial contact to infect the evolutionary? Maybe when the tree grows taller, the contact will not be needed anymore."

"The state of this tree is now equivalent to an oversized, time- and space-time'syringe', injecting what Liu Renjun cultivated in another world and everything in that world into our world, with its own seedling base urea compound. Fat, the two are already connected. After the siphon effect occurs, we can't stop it."

"After all, this is a matter of the world versus the world's space versus the space. We are all leeks that grow in this world. Whether it's windy or rainy or it's caught by it, we can only endure it."

Bang bang bang~

Zhao Zheng applauded.

Vivid and easy to understand.

"Then what, boss, what do you mean is that the sky is falling and there is a tall man against it, so why does love have a relationship with our bird hair?"

It's like destroying the world at every turn, but there are so many big muscle tyrants who can save the world...

The warlock looked at him,

"This is also an idea."

Zhao Zheng smiled,

"Come on, Brother Mang? Where's the people? Walk around, hurry up and find a place to stay drunk and not return, I am so panicked, Master!"

The warlock and the snowman went to Lushan on their own, but those who stayed got a headache.

The brains of the heads and brains are going to explode,

"Master Warlock really said that?"

"Blood corpse virus! Empty, airborne..."

"Injecting another world into our world... What a fucking operation is this..."

"It sounds strange anyway~"

After the ditch passed Doudou, General Ye Lao showed up again.

"Dougou can't analyze it, saying that there are too many disturbances and variables."

"Then what?"

"No more."

After crawling past two waves of people from the wellhead, the growth rate of the tree of life was indeed slowing down, but it didn't mean to stop at all. It is conceivable that its effect is very limited.

General Ye coughed and re-attracted the attention of the messy crowd to him.

"Why panic? Anyway, the warlock also gave a way to attack the tree of life."

Mo Hongniang shook her head.

"I'm afraid it doesn't make much sense! Didn't Ye Lao ever experience the raging corpses at the beginning of the cataclysm? Is it possible that we should give each evolutionary a PM2.5 mask?"

A group of people are coughing.

If that thing is useful, there is still a cataclysmic era. Everyone knows that the virus in the mouth of the warlock has nothing to do with the virus at all, it is just a referential relationship.

It's just that the infectivity of Scarlet Snowflake just makes the evolutionary chilling.

Over the years, the most remarkable point of the evolutionary surpassing ordinary people is that they will not be infected by ordinary living corpses.

The first blood corpse was just a rebel and threw a blood corpse into Mingguang City, which almost destroyed more than a dozen blocks in Xiacheng District.

Not to mention anything else, as long as the so-called blood corpse virus infects one-tenth of Mingguang's evolutionary, the immortal will not be able to protect this tens of millions of people.

——Of course, the remaining evolvers may still survive seven or eighty-eight, but who would dare to imagine the result?

Old General Ye cursed a little anxiously.

"Damn it, why haven't people come back yet!"

...

The Shangcheng District is as quiet as a ghost today. The timid are already hiding in their own safe house, and the courageous still have to hide in their own safe house in order to avoid suspicion.

This is the most important and least important city of Mingguang. The main bases of the garrison of the Scientific Research Institute’s occurrence committee are all in Shangcheng, and all the high-levels responsible for maintaining the normal operation of Mingguang are in Shangcheng. The giants who hold more than half of Mingguang’s circulating funds All in Upper Town...

However, as usual, there is not even half of the evolutionary responsible for defense and duty.

The old rules are gone. Losing the Xiacheng District and the Shangcheng District of the Outer City District, there is no separate value and necessity. Mingguang's high-level attitude towards Shangcheng District has never changed.

In the center of Shangcheng District.

In the main building complex of the research institute that was just recently rebuilt due to Liu Renjun’s troubles last time, a Y-shaped laboratory building built on a huge withered vine is so maverick, and the Y-shaped even holds a piece of silver high above it. The white dome.

The main body of this withered vine is Nepenthes, whose evolutionary tree has been crooked by the scientific research institute. He has maintained this difficult aerial splitting movement for a long, long time, and has never grown, exercised or eaten since that time. At one time, Academician Hu and the dean suspected that it had withered and died, and they also specially found Doudou to check the appearance more than ten or twenty times.

"Boom~"

The Y-shaped building and the dome quake violently.

Many researchers, young or old, poked their heads out of the window,

"What's the matter, the earthquake happened?"

"Fuck, right? Come!"

Someone ecstatically said,

"Nepenthes live haha ​​and live again hahahaha quickly send a radio to the dean!!"

"What is it?"

"Of course it is to apply for funding for continued research hahaha...our plant family...it really is the centipede that died but not stiff hahaha..."

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