The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

"Hey--"

Leng Zheng'ao put the wine glass on the wine cabinet, sighed softly, and walked slowly towards the French windows.

With his arrival, the curtains were automatically and slowly opened, revealing the bright lights outside and the technological progress of the interstellar era.

The man's slender and fit big hands lightly pressed against the window edge.

Leaning forward slightly, his lonely gaze looked out through the actinic glass in front of him.

The line of sight passes through the layers of light energy neon, looking towards the endless distance.

A voice kept whispering in my heart: "Sister Lingling, long time no see, do you still remember Leng'ao back then?"

"I'm the little guy whose personality doesn't match his name at all, do you remember?"

"I sent you so many private messages, but you didn't reply. Are you too busy taking care of your children to take a look?"

"Sister Lingling, Leng Ao misses you so much! I miss those brothers and sisters who fought side by side together back then!"

He looked at the bustling interstellar space in front of him.

In my mind, another picture emerged.

An intense and exciting scene of passion and passion that could kill you at any time.

Outside the walls of the dilapidated and old Ni Rising Base, endless mutated monsters surrounded the entire base.

"boom."

As those things approached the first line of defense, there was the first explosion.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of the explosion seemed to be an introduction, causing a series of chain reactions.

A series of deafening explosions opened the prelude to the decisive battle between humans and mutant monsters.

The mutated monsters that rushed to the front fell down in a series of explosions.

But on the city wall, the faces of the guardians who watched the scene in front of them did not relax at all.

Because there are too many monsters outside, so many that there is no end in sight.

I don't know how so many monsters gathered and rose up against the sky?

In short, the situation at that time was indescribably dangerous.

The supernatural fighters left behind in their entire base knew that there was no other way but to fight with their backs.

At that time, the thought in everyone's mind was that even if they couldn't survive, they would have to drag a few backs.

Killing one is enough money, the more you kill, the more you earn.

Facing this crisis, the base leader Si Lingling and others arranged a total of eighteen lines of defense.

When those monsters passed the first ten lines of defense and reached the ninth line of defense, there were already supernatural beings who cooperated with each other to kill them directly with the help of artificially arranged obstacles.

I was in it at the time.

Killing with blood on his head, he rushed towards the mutated monsters that surrounded him and the others.

But at this moment, a warm hand rested on his shoulder.

A familiar, kind and cold voice sounded in my ears: "Little guy, don't rush so fast, you will die when you run out of abilities."

"We have to use the effective terrain to achieve the maximum effect at the minimum cost. We can't be reckless, do you hear me?"

Hearing this voice, the hot-blooded young man shuddered.

Busily turned to look at the person who spoke: "Sister Lingling, don't worry, I won't die so easily."

"obedient."

Si Lingling didn't allow him to refute, and flicked him behind with a little effort with her slender hands, "Young people should retain their vitality in order to achieve greater gains."

"Remember, I'll give you my back, and you have to block the monsters I can't take care of for me, understand?"

Hearing this, the young man's eyes turned red.

He sniffed and nodded vigorously: "Sister Lingling, your trust is my biggest motivation."

"Don't worry, Xiao Leng will protect your back for you."