Doomsday Pavilion

After Zhao Er had experienced the game, his expression dignified as if he had just lost five hundred circulation points.

In fact, the uncle Warlock was completely unaware of this host, ah no, what an impact this immersive game had caused Zhao Er.

Zhao Er firmly believes that when he returns to Mingguang with this kind of shock, it will ensure that more than half of Mingguang's senior leaders will be shocked into a silly beep.

This thing is really awesome!

The most awesome thing is that it appeared in the right place at the right time. Let’s not mention whether this thing can perfectly reproduce a virtual beast, even if it’s just a targeted attack against Mingguang. Alien beasts are fine too!

Mingguang’s strength is based on human lives. Of course, it is not very strong compared to Queen City...

Many examples of fighting with alien beasts are unique. Mingguang can’t find a way to shed some alien beasts and exclude them as a garrison and go to the wilderness to scan the map without mentioning whether they can find a suitable target. How many casualties have to be caused?Who will bear this responsibility?

For example, let’s take the neon dragon from the last beast wave as an example. The size of the boss, except for one time in the beast wave, is that Mingguangren can’t even touch its shadow in the wilderness. God knows them. Where are they living?

Some high-level officials of Mingguang still have lingering fears about the neon dragon. Their threat to Mingguang city defense is too great. Excluding Wei Qingyu and Uncle Warlock, and removing a certain cook, Mingguang has not even figured out a decent way to stop it. Neon Dragon...

Is this fair?

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Mingguang's high-level corpse-position vegetarian meal. The main reason is that the neon dragon is too special.

By the way, this thing is not because God saw that Mingguang people were too leisurely and just pinched a few neon dragons to make trouble?

However, if the neon dragon is re-engraved into the host of biological hosts, evolving players will be sent in 24 hours a day, and single-swipe teams can be used to create woven brushes. There are many types of awakened ones. Ah, let it happen that a large wave of bonuses that are neither humble nor arrogant will happen, but don't you squeeze your head and jump in?Give me a try next to me!I do not believe that there is no reasonable way!

There are simply too many such examples. Opportunities are limited, and people's imagination is endless.

What Mingguang lacks is another chance--

Mentioning this kind of thing is even more embarrassing to Jill than a middle-aged man in his 40s who hears "I want more" in his wife's mouth!

want again?Either peeing is fateNothing else!

If all the animals that have appeared in the ecosystems near Mingguang and the beasts are copied as templates, Mingguang can definitely develop targeted methods to deal with them without mentioning ordinary people. The garrison thus cultivated is in the beasts. Is the fighting power in China?

Zhao Er drove his car all the way and ran into a dozen unsightly evolvers. When his armored car braked on the gate of the garrison camp, a certain unlucky evolver was panicking and panting. He crawled out between the tires, only glanced at who was driving, and immediately took away the anger on his face and ran away with drooping eyes.

Ok...

The perpetrator's surname is Zhao...

If you slip slowly, you will be buried at the gate of the garrison...

"Gan Liniang!" Zhao Er cursed, and said to the guard at the door, "I'm going to see Mr. Ye for a meeting, emergency!"

The young garrison boy looked dumbfounded and hesitated,

"Second, second master, you seem to have crossed the line..."

The garrison is not the private property of the Zhao family. There is no reason for you to hold a meeting when you say that you are looking for the highest level of the garrison.

Zhao Er kicked over with a big kick.

"The more you mother I am, the more I am!"

The young man ran away rolling and crawling,

"Ahhhh, General Ye, another person from the Zhao family demolished the camp and made trouble..."

Zhao Er looked at the sky, muttering,

"Mother, just let Leng Han come. The difference in treatment is too big."

The cargo rushed into the camp unceremoniously, and then plunged into the canteen with a haunted head.

"I heard that the masters in the garrison canteen are the heirlooms of Mr. Ye. He must be happy to catch one of them and have a meal. Maybe he can save me two meals if he is happy... The old guy is also true. How old is Lao Tzu, he gets beaten up at every turn, I don't want face!"

So a particularly serious meeting was spread out in the canteen of the garrison.

The atmosphere of the whole meeting was as anxious as the donkey meat pot in front of Zhao Er. The bottom was red hot charcoal fire, and the top was steaming donkey meat. The wrinkles on Old Master Ye's face were looming in the mist, and his mouth was dangling. His pipe has long been extinguished by a huge amount of water vapor because he forgot to smoke it, which is particularly mysterious.

Someone solemnly said,

"A terrible idea! But the warlock...cough... In short, Mingguang absolutely can't give up this opportunity, it's terrifying, it's simply..."

"Who is talking?!" Old man Ye shivered.

So he squeezed a face out of the mist and smiled,

"Old general, it's me."

"Oh, Xiao Zheng," Mr. Ye patted the table speechlessly, "Hurry up and take out those pots for me. It's not okay, who is still eating from Nima, and I'll put a little bit of soup. !!!"

The pots were all removed, Zhao Erlian reluctantly said,

"You hold your meeting, go without letting me go, and eat without letting me eat..."

"Shut up to Lao Tzu! Tap tap..."

Taking advantage of the absence of the two big butlers who had been with Mr. Ye for half his life, the old man lit the pipe pot tightly and tried to smoke two more mouthfuls.

It didn't matter if Mr. Ye twitched, which of the table bosses was fuel-efficient, waited, the crackling fire sounded one after another.

"Ugh..."

"It's obviously a good thing, why do you always feel too risky."

"Oh, at a young age, the acceptance of new things is a bit too weak. This is not possible, so be brave!"

"I'm afraid to be bolder, do you have to turn all the Mingguang Evolutionists into traitors to the party..."

"Can you fucking speak!"

"Who is the old man scolding?"

"scold you!"

"Fuck, why aren't the people from the Scientific Research Institute and the Development Committee yet? Is there any priority?!"

Meetings without the scientific research institutes have always been like this. Scolding mothers is regarded as a normal process of the garrison. Only when people from the scientific research institutes come to the conference will this group of veterans and veterans converge a little bit-mainly because they are afraid of embarrassment.

For the elders of the garrison, the scientific research institutes of others are all "literati", and every sentence has three allusions plus two lines of poetry. The gloomy satire is never half a dirty word.

When the garrison quarreled with the research institute, it was not uncommon. The style of painting is roughly as follows:

"Waiting for the rat generation, you are extremely despicable."

"Gan Li Niang!"

"Mother's, sincerity is not pleased by the mother."

"Gan Li Niang!"

"What can you do? The ancients don't deceive me, only villains and women are difficult to raise!"

"Gan Li Niang!"

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