Doomsday Pavilion

I should say or not, 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, he just spit out a little green foam and patted his butt. It’s okay to get up and eat and drink. Drink, just take a rag and wipe your mouth, and then 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 while.

"Oh, co-authoring your group of high-level guys to scare our group of brothers?"

Zhao Qingcang smacked his lips with endless aftertaste.

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

He said that he took the can of truffle sauce into his arms, and it seemed that he was going to find a place where no one would go home and continue to eat and continue to spit??

Okay, I don't understand the idea of ​​the big guy, maybe what special hobby does it have.

However, the eyes of the evolving people can just look at the eyes of Mr. Zhao...

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 are harvested at the beginning of the autumn of the year, but this time period for several years is either the beast tide or the corpse tide, 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, and all of them are out of the city!

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

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

Even if there are hordes of evolutionaries to protect, when it comes to the word "safety", it is only relative. The high-level monsters can stun a group of low-level evolutionaries with two roars, let alone ordinary ones. People.

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

In the words of the chief, the people of the whole city are drawing rations outside. A grand event that hasn't been in a few years. Now you call people back. Where is my credibility? Where is my name? What are you? Intentionally...Of course, there are too many people. This is something we did not 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 make this event a perfect ending!

"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.

"Who wouldn't slap a sweet date, you fucking said lightly, I'm still a little guy if I have this ability..."

"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.

Towards the direction of the bright light, the evolutionary consciously stationed, 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-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 river fish 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 if there are three or five high-level strange animals now, the casualties will basically 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 nominal terms, they are the evolving people who came to supervise the garrison and the development committee, and organize the masses by the way, but in fact, no matter which party will agree to ignore the two people...

"Drink and drink!"

"The occurrence of dog days, drink!"

There are very few evolving people 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 appease the emotions of 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 did not dare to 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 Billungun.

A few young girls stared at them with big eyes, and did not dare to speak loudly. Seeing the bearish 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,

"Ahhhhhhhh~"

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

"Ah this..."

"Wow!" Lord Kungun said very impatiently.

The hairstyles of several young girls were blown into a mess by this gentle low growl, and the bear children were even scared of them.

The evolutionary next to him booed,

"Touch it, the tribute is collected by the tribute, please touch it! The arrogant man, you will have to retract your paws if you don't touch it-only girls can touch it!"

"Really, is it really possible?"