In the end of the world, I hoard tens of billions of supplies and become the boss of the base

The speed of the sky castle was fast, but Lu Wanqiao still stopped at the altitude for more than ten hours.

After that, it slowly descended.

Unlike landing in the abandoned building before, halfway down, I heard shouts coming from below.

"Warning, warning, please don't descend and get closer, otherwise we will use all means of counterattack!" The

voice below said strongly, but the voice was already a little shaky.

"Optimus, go.

An eagle chirp sounded, and Lu Wanqiao and Shen Zeye stood directly on the back of the goshawk and flew down.

As for the remaining part of the people who did not have the ability to fall from a height, Lu Wanqiao left the little white flower on it.

The huge flower bones kept expanding, until they reached the size of a two-story building, and then they stopped.

It stretched out one of its petals towards the rest.

After everyone stood firm, it was like a high-altitude elevator, slowly moving down the vine they had built for themselves.

"Fak, how can there be such a big piece of land in the sky

!" "Aliens, this must be

aliens!" "Damn, that flower came down with people! And that bird

!" "Fallen, I know that Blue Star must have been made like this by damn aliens, now animals and plants listen to them, human beings are finished!" One

after another knelt on the ground in frustration, crying bitterly.

They either guessed that Lu Wanqiao was not good, or they really believed the nonsense of the group of people who began to talk about it earlier.

To be able to follow those people to this base, these people used to be either rich or expensive.

But now, they are like abandoned puppies, one by one, gray faces, like mourning Kaoya.

A dozen fat men were sitting in the only tall building in this base, and they also heard the discussion outside, but did not dare to say anything.

One by one, their foreheads sweated.

They didn't dare to say how the end came about, nor did they dare to recall that, one second they were saying that they risked their lives to spread the news, and the next second they really became a person with a lot of slag.

Those are the means of these people in heaven.

Although they knew that they should be calm and calm, the fat people couldn't help but shiver.

They secretly calculated many people, and today, they were finally found at the door.

They know that no matter what happens to those below today, they will not escape death.

Finally, the fat man sitting in the middle gradually became vicious, and the fat flesh on his face trembled and gritted his teeth.

He stared dead at the goshawk in the sky, at the figure of a man and a woman above.

"Come on, let's die here together!" the

fat man said through gritted teeth, and took out a remote control from his jacket pocket.

There is only one lone bright red button on it.

Without further hesitation, the fat man pressed it directly.

After pressing, the fat man collapsed on the chair as if he had used up his life's strength.

Ignoring the scolding of his companions around him, and the fact that some people began to frantically press the remote control to try to save something, the fat man slowly closed his eyes.

He was still very unwilling, but he couldn't live anyway.

It's better to take these people down with you.

Dozens of mushroom projectile launchers suddenly emerged from the ground, turning the muzzle of the gun to the direction of the remote control.

Lu Wanqiao was in the sky and naturally saw this scene.

"It's really them.

Lu Wanqiao had a mockery on the corner of his mouth: "I have never thought about radiation, I have not thought about other people, and I have not thought about people in the future."

Shen Zeye's expression condensed slightly: "In their eyes, nothing else matters except themselves." I'll go, I can block it.

Lu Wanqiao pulled Shen Zeye and shook his head desperately.

Who knows what the limit of the hegemonic body is

, besides, she lost her mind to let Shen Zeye face so many mushroom bombs alone.

"Don't worry. Lu

Wanqiao did not step on the eagle again, but controlled the air flow and flew up, until he reached a place where he could see the trajectory of all the mushroom projectiles.

The spiritual power like a tide spread in the sky, as if a thick anti-collision pad, carrying those mushroom bombs, slowed down their original gradual increase speed.

A cold sweat flowed from the corner of Lu Wanqiao's forehead.

Controlling so many things at the same time, there can not be a trace of instability, so as not to cause an explosion by vibration, which is really difficult for her.

Lu Wanqiao had already taken six potions that had been opened in his two hands to replenish his mental power.

As her face became more and more pale, the potion in her hand had also been replaced with a new one.

At this moment, Lu Wanqiao, whether in his eyes or in his heart, only had those dozen nuclear bombs in the sky.

Shen Zeye looked at Lu Wanqiao below a little anxiously, trying to control himself not to make a sound.

Can't shoot either.

He was afraid that he would disturb her so much that he would cause irreversible consequences.

"Hell, why hasn't it fallen yet!" Listening

to the sharp rice language below, Shen Zeye's face suddenly sank.

He looked at the building, which was relatively tall in this area.

A red face squeezed at the window, with a hideous expression, as if he wanted to curse.

Shen Zeye jumped down from the back of the eagle, and a cloud of vines with spikes flew towards the disgusting face.

That face instantly became terrified, but it could not avoid the vine.

He wanted to scream, but the sound was blocked in his throat by vines.

Sharp vines streaked through the throat and through the esophagus, eventually wringing his intestines through his belly, but he was not yet dead.

This is torture.

In the room, the remaining dozen or so 'American bigwigs' were also like chickens pinched by the neck at this time, and they could only make a 'ho-ho' sound.

It sounds like an old bellows.

Shen Zeye's cold eyes swept over everyone present, and then he couldn't help frowning: "Be quiet, you can live a few more minutes." "

Without him, the smell in the air is too bad.

"Yes... It's a wolf..."

said a man with his legs between his legs, in a breathy voice that was almost squeezed out of his throat.

Shen Zeye ignored these people, and directly tore off the vine that had just penetrated into the man's body and threw it on the ground.

Although he is not considered to be clean, this thing, Shen Zeye really does not want.

Shen Zeye stood outside the window again and jumped onto Qingkong's back.

In the sky, Lu Wanqiao's action has come to an end.

Although she was already pale as paper and sweating like rain, she had already collected six regained stable mushroom bullets into the space.

After Lu Wanqiao put everything away, both Shen Zeye and the other Jiuzhou base powerhouses breathed a long sigh of relief.

Shen Zeye sat on the goshawk and held Lu Wanqiao, who slowly fell from the sky, in his arms.

He didn't know what to say now, or rather, he was momentarily speechless between loosening and tightening.