Doomsday Pavilion

Mingguang, Lengjia Courtyard, a very luxurious and ancient building.

Leng Han was lying on the bed, and the adjutant gently wiped his body.

The adjutant seemed to have completely inherited Leng Han's serious and cold personality, and his face was as deep as a mountain.

The Zhao family, the Mo family, including the eldest daughters and daughters-in-law of the Qin family, who had always been at odds with each other, came all the time. In one day, the gifts and tonics they sent almost filled the two villas.

The adjutant is not good at the short-term imaginary and conspiracy of the parents. Fortunately, Su Zhaorong and Yushan stayed in the villa to receive them and greet them.

Suddenly, Leng Han opened his icy eyes that seemed to be filled with wind and snow, flashing like stars.

The adjutant's hand stiffened, "You are awake."

Leng Han sat up, "Why is it so noisy below?"

"Some...women, after hearing your news, come to visit."

Leng Han got dressed and went downstairs.

Su Zhaorong yelled in surprise,

"Yeah, Hanhan, are you awake?"

The lively living room filled with powdered powder scent suddenly solidified,

"Lieutenant General Cold."

"Leng... Lieutenant General, are you awake?"

Leng Han nodded slightly and looked at Su Zhaorong.

"Zhaorong, I have something to go out. It's late, so you can live here."

After all, regardless of other people, walked out.

Su Zhaorong shouted,

"where are you going??"

Leng Han's cold voice came into the room with the roar of the engine,

"Research Institute."

...

The extremely impactful, ferocious behemoth-like wilderness chariot didn't stop in front of the gate of the scientific research institute. It rushed in like a rush, scaring a group of sentries into cold sweat, but no one dared to stop it.

The alloy door of the old dean's laboratory silently turned into a pool of liquid metal, and Leng Han walked in.

"Leng Leng Leng girl, are you awake?"

The old dean was shaking his beard and wanted to cry distressedly. The door of my laboratory is locked. You can knock on the door!

A group of researchers was silent.

In the research institute, you don’t need to know all your immediate bosses, including the old dean.

But if you don't recognize this face, then I'm sorry, the rescue procedure can be omitted.

Leng Han frowned and didn't like the feeling of being watched by a group of people.

"I want that piece of super heavy metal."

There was a layer of white hair on the old dean's beard, "No..."

Leng Han's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the entire laboratory was like the top of an ice peak.

Then Leng Han realized that it was not good to do so, after all, he came to beg for help.

"I want that piece of super heavy metal. The price is up to you and it will be deducted from my salary."

The old dean almost fainted in darkness, and the piece of metal broke off a little scum. No matter how long his life, he would never see the day when his wages were deducted back to the original!

No, that piece of metal cannot be measured by price at all!

——Any objection is futile, this girl, he really can't afford to provoke him, he should keep this old bone first.

"Leng girl, there are also extremely dense metals in the blast furnace, or else..."

Leng Han raised his eyebrows, and the old dean swallowed the rest of the words neatly back into his stomach.

"Go, I'll take you to fetch it."

Passing through several corridors, the old dean brought Leng Han to a warehouse. After turning on the light, only a black boulder was placed in the empty room.

Leng Han frowned, "This is fine gold? Extreme density metal??"

The old dean nodded solemnly.

"Yes, this is extremely dense metal, commonly known as fine gold. The world's most dense and hardest known primary ore that was discovered after the cataclysm is almost completely impossible to re-smelt, weighing hundreds of kilograms per cubic centimeter. Cherish extremely."

While speaking, Leng Han had placed his hand on the surface of the black stone.

Suddenly, the huge boulder cracked, and the golden metal inside was like a small snake poking out of the crack, floating around Leng Han.

The sound of "clicking" metal blasted endlessly, and the boulder began to collapse and shrink inward, and in the end, only a little debris less than the size of a fist remained.

Leng Han frowned and pointed his finger at the debris, only to find that he could no longer extract the metal.

"Well, it's the upper limit."

The eyes of the old courtyard popped out,

"This, how is this possible! Do you know how heavy that piece of metal is, this..."

Leng Han picked up the corner of his mouth, looking like a feeling of joy, "I'm leaving now!"

"..."

Using more literary language, we can describe Leng Han’s journey to the research institute like this:

Lieutenant General Leng Han Leng asked the respected old dean for something. The old dean persuaded him in every possible way. He was defeated by Lieutenant General Leng Han Leng with a glance and an eyebrow. Bright and sad at an angle of degree.

...

Outside the research institute, Leng Han parked his car on an open square.

The extremely dense metal that hovered around her like a streamer suddenly condensed into a big knife, which in a moment turned into a stick, chain, or simply turned into a bright golden mist.

Leng Han frowned.

"Huh!"

A figure that looked like a sword light flashed across the square and turned back again.

Wei Tianxing stood still on the square,

"Leng girl wakes up, very good...you don't know the scene at that time, then..."

Leng Han interrupted,

"My consciousness has always been sober... Uncle Wei, try it with me!"

"Haha!" Wei Tianxing's tone was very proud, "Fat, I have officially broken through to Tier 6, girl, you still..."

A blacksmith with the worst craftsmanship will also see it as a defective metal chain wrapped in a suffocating heavy pressure.

Before Wei Tian's jargon was finished, he was shocked, and immediately, the light of the source quickly condensed into a huge metal shield in front of him.

"boom!"

A series of sour explosions were even more violent than the thunder that was close at hand. The giant shield pieces of the original condensed fragments shattered and turned into a sky full of light and dissipated.

Fatty Wei crashed through two buildings like a meteor and flew to an unknown corner.

Leng Han's mouth opened into an O shape, and his face was a little dazed and surprised.

"..."

She shrank her head in embarrassment,

"Um... Maybe it's more appropriate to find him."

.....

At the same time, Kushutang Zhang family.

The potted plant had Erlang's legs upright, and he was drinking the bitter tree tea newly developed by Zhang Kushu.

Under Xiaoxue's huge figure, Zhang Baicao who was almost scared to death was pressed.

Zhang Baicao's face was salivating, but he dared not close his eyes.

He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, that hideous mouth would violently tear him to pieces-even if his eyes were open, it would be useless.

Zhang Kushu bowed deeply, dripping with cold sweat, and fell to pieces on the floor of Zhang's characteristic Kushu.

For a long time, the potted plants put down the tureen,

"It tastes good, but bitter."

Zhang Baicao's head dropped lower,

"Ms. Zuo, all the mistakes are my Zhang Kushu's fault. Can you raise your hand and let the dog go?"

The eyes of the potted plants were shining brightly,

"What are you talking about? This girl came to discuss business today. Mutual benefit and win-win are the kingly way.... Well, I remember, there is a girl in your family named Xiaoruo who seems to be very business-minded? "

Zhang Kushu exhaled first.

"But... Xiao Ruo, she has promised to the Song family..."

"Ok??"

Zhang Kushu lowered his head, nothing more, it was better to offend the Song family than to offend the witch in front of him.

"Xiao Ruo, leave it to Girl Zuo, but it's up to you."

The potted plant nodded in satisfaction, "Then what else I said..."

"It's all up to the left girl!"

The potted plant nodded in satisfaction and waved, Xiaoxue let go of Zhang Baicao.

"My nephew, close the team!"

In the courtyard, hundreds of garrisons quickly lined up in four rows and left in a straight posture.

Zhao Zheng's face flushed, with gleaming sweat on his forehead, holding the Birdwing Ballista and turning around to sneak.

I had to squeeze a smiling face again,

"Legend Doctor Zuo, will you return to the Zhao Family Ancestral House with me?"

The potted plant poked its fingers and tilted its head,

"Well, okay, and... hee hee... what kind of cabbage my aunt's grandma likes to eat, you can tell your chef to start preparing."

Zhao Zheng's face was dark and his back was quite hurried.

The dignified Zhao family tiger, a benchmark figure of the younger generation of the garrison, has actually fallen to carrying a birdwing ballista and threatening a group of ordinary people.

——It's so fucking, shameful to throw it at grandma's house!