Doomsday Pavilion

Don’t tell me, it’s just that Mr. Zhao’s poisonous resistance was ordered and ordered when he was young. He didn’t show his blood at all, but he just spit out a little green foam and patted his butt. It’s okay to get up. Drink, just take a rag and wipe your mouth. After that, you can still have a serious Kwane truffle sauce. The taste is simply amazing...

Bao Er wiped the cold sweat from his skull, and was speechless for a long while.

"Oh, co-authoring your group of high rank guys specifically to scare our group of Little Brothers?"

Zhao Qingcang smacked his lips with endless aftertaste.

"Good thing, it's just a little bit stronger..."

As he said that, he took the can of truffle sauce into his arms. It seemed that he was going to find a place where no one else would continue to eat and continue to spit after returning home? ?

Okay, I don't understand the idea of ​​the big guy, maybe what special hobbies do you have.

However, the look in the eyes of the many evolutionists can be just...

Twenty-five days later.

Mingguang ushered in a rare harvest season.

It stands to reason that the wild rice and wild fruits in the wilderness in the early autumn of the year are harvested, but this period of time for several years is either a tide of beasts or a tide of corpses, or it is a variety of strange natural disasters-such as the lovely source of rain, etc. As a result, the civilians in Xiacheng have not had any good gains.

This year is very different. The outbreak committee and the garrison personally sent a team to protect civilians to carry out “rescue-style” harvesting in the wilderness, the periphery of Zushan Mountain and some relatively safe rivers and lakes. It only took three days. The spread of the news has caused the entire Xiacheng district to see no living person even in broad daylight, all of whom are out of the city!

This was something that the garrison and the occurrence had never expected. As a last resort, they almost sent out all the combat units with a little spare time to patrol the wilderness 24 hours a day...

It is said that many of the officials in charge of the occurrence committee have grayed out their hair in three days-so if there is a random wave of beasts, they will have to be sprayed on the crotch and muddy face thickened on the spot!

Even if there are hordes of evolutionary protection, when it comes to the word "safety", it is only relative. A high-rank monster can stun a group of low-level evolutionaries with two roars, let alone ordinary. People.

However, their grumbling reports were beaten back before they could even be placed on Mo Hongniang's desk. The one who was scolded was called a shit.

In the words of the chief, the people in the whole city are now pulling out food rations. A grand event that hasn't been in a few years. Now you call people back. Where is my credibility? Where is my brand? What are you? Intentionally...Of course, there are a lot of people. This is something we didn't expect, but after this lesson, we will have experience in dealing with this kind of thing in the future. This is a good thing... In short, we must ensure the safety of any civilians and let this grand event come to an end!

"I bother..."

Zhou Xinchang was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. His temples were a bit long, with silken eyebrows lying down, and he looked very decent, holding a glass of wine and swearing incessantly.

"Who wouldn't give a slap to a sweet date, you fucking said it is light, daddy is still a small one..."

"Shhh, Brother Zhou!" Wang Zhengxiong lowered his eyebrows and said, "Don't dare to talk nonsense, we know it in our minds. So far, we can see that the trajectory of the alien beast is not abnormal at all. Let's stay for three more days, at most five days. !"

The two of them were sitting in a willow pavilion in Yanhui Mountain. Looking ahead, the edge of Zu Mountain and the long Hetao Corridor were crowded with people and cars, and the hustle and bustle turned against the sky.

Towards the direction of the bright light, the consciously stationed evolutionaries, soldiers from the occurrence committee and the garrison, and the flow of people transporting supplies back and forth, meander like a dragon, forming a black line that is more than 100 kilometers long.

The wilderness has always been very rich. Wild rice, grass seeds, nuts, various fruits and plant tubers that grow underground, as long as Mingguang people are given time, they will not worry about food. In this "big harvest", there are some Diligent and capable civilians have even saved enough food for the whole family to eat for more than half a year-in just three days.

Of course, not only these, there are bonfires everywhere in the wilderness, and the smell of barbecue is everywhere. Those silly wild rats, raccoons, rabbits, chocobos, and the like, are the best targets for ordinary people. One or two days. After the baking, the salt paint is given to the women and children at home. It can't be easier to save for three or two years.

Zhou Xinchang looked outside,

"A good thing is a good thing, but this..."

Wang Zhengxiong knows what he is worried about, don’t look at the evolutionary Wuyang Wuyang outside, but now that there are three or five high-rank animals, the casualties will not be less than five digits. It is true to say that mowing. Just like mowing, there are absolutely no accidents—the whole Mingguang has a population of only tens of millions.

The above is dark, Wang Zhengxiong and Zhou Xinchang have nothing to do, they can only complain and drink stuffy wine here.

In name, they are the evolutionaries who came to supervise the garrison army and the development committee, and organize the masses by the way, but in fact, no matter which party will make an appointment, they will ignore the two people...

"Drink and drink!"

"The occurrence of dog days, drink!"

There are very few evolvers on Yanhui Mountain today. Boss Lin, who has nothing to do, has been watching these two guys sighing and cursing for a long time, and he wants to calm the emotions of the uncle Billowing by the way.

After all, hundreds of kilometers around Yanhui Mountain and Banlazu Mountain have been "recognized" as the site of the Billowing Master. Suddenly, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of ants have been placed here to move your house. Where can it be done?

The consequence of Uncle Gungun's furious anger was that the strange beasts on half of the Ancestral Mountain shivered and dared not make the slightest change. After discovering this, more people came out.

Rolling: (￣﹌￣)

"Is this Lord Gungun?"

"so cute..."

A group of young girls, a litter of wide-eyed bear children, together holding a few baskets of brightly colored fruits, placed them next to Uncle Billowing.

Several young girls stared at them with big eyes and small eyes, and did not dare to speak loudly. Seeing the bear face of Lord Gungun turned around, they cautiously pointed at the baskets of fruits.

The super huge slap held up a basket, like twisting a small wine glass,

"Ahhhhhhhhh~"

Xu Shiguo tasted very good. Uncle Billowing put out the noble bear paw and placed it on the ground.

"Ah this..."

"Wow!" Lord Gungun said very impatiently.

The hairstyles of several young girls were blown to a mess by this gentle low growl, and the bear children were already scared stupid, after all, they were just ordinary people.

The evolutionary next to him booed,

"Touch it, the tribute has been collected by the tribute, touch it! The sir is Tsundere, you will have to retract your paws if you don't touch it-only girls can touch it!"

"Really, is it really okay?"

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