Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

It is fortunate to escape from the ambush of three terrorist robots.

But that doesn't mean they're out of the mud of hell.

First, the Land Cruiser was completely scrapped and blown to pieces; then a large quantity of supplies was torched in the flames of the bear, including the most precious solid compressed drinking water.

For the next journey, they can only rely on a handful of materials and firearms and ammunition to complete on foot.

Worst of all, they see swirling eagle falcons in the southern sky.

Three horror robots explode successively, and the smoke rises hundreds of meters high, and will surely be discovered by the falcon.

In other words, the scorpion and vulture gangs have locked their positions, and it's only a matter of time before we find them.

Fortunately, the Goldtooth boss found a dry river.

He knew the terrain of the area and told the two children that the river was most likely a scenic river with excellent water quality, with a number of wineries and large wineries scattered across the river.

Workshops and wineries have cellars, local customs, the vast majority of cellars are located underground, with good sealing and thermostat facilities, even separate energy supplies, some large underground cellars, and even truck access for easy delivery of raw materials and finished products.

So, as long as they walk down the dry river, they're lucky enough to find a well-preserved cellar, they'll have the chance to get enough supplies and even a car.

There is no way, the white deer and the Wanzao Sea can only carry the package, silently praying for the "Path of the Universe", behind the Golden Tooth boss, and walking in a shallow foot.

It is undoubtedly a form of torture to allow travellers in cars for days to walk forward.

Not to mention the wounds on their bodies, torn apart by horror robots, still infiltrated with blood and body fluids, every step of the way in exchange for the stinging of the core.

The Golden Tooth Boss and the White Deer are both demonic, accustomed to physical and psychological pain, Wan Tianhai a respected underground teenager, didn't even say a word, but made the White Deer admire it.

Of course, he has not forgotten his “identity”, deliberately sends an impatient groan, and from time to time drags and pulls, turning to Wan Tibet Sea for help, gradually pulling away from the Golden Tooth boss, taking the opportunity to activate the "power of heart”, and to test the extraction code of "cutting-edge water purification technology” from Wan Tibet Sea.

After a fierce battle with the Terror Bots, the Wanzai Sea and the White Deer seemed to have a life and death relationship, which became a little more intimate.

But life-threatening secrets are still not easy to leak.

However, apart from extracting the password, the Sea of Ten Thousand Tibetans poured out like bamboo tubes poured beans, so that the white deer knew all about the underground teenager's growth experience and personality characteristics.

Most of the day on foot, coming to a heavily weathered stone forest, their physical and spiritual limits were finally reached, and they stopped for a moment.

The Golden Tooth boss made a gesture to the white deer in the dark, and the white deer obeyed his orders and hypnotized Wan Tian Hai to sleep - in fact, there was no need for hypnosis at all, and Wan Tian Hai was already close to collapse and could fall asleep by blowing his breath.

Without the interference of the Sea of Ten Thousand Tibetans, the white deer honestly reported the information obtained from these days of hypnosis to the Golden Tooth boss.

Of course, it's impossible to stop under your hands, or hurry up and defuse the Golden Tooth boss, the "strongest fighter", by changing drugs and bandaging wounds - the Golden Tooth boss is their only recourse in the face of the impending pursuit of the drug scorpion gang and vulture gang.

It's horrible. The wound of the Golden Tooth was severely torn only tomorrow morning, dozens of fragments were embedded in the explosion of the Terror Bot again, and most of the load was carried away. So many roads were taken, but by now, the wounds had grown new granulation, intertwined with each other, and hardly affected the movement.

Is he still human?

And by the way, he wasn't human, just like the white deer —— he was all demonic.

Boss Goldtooth listened quietly to the report of the white deer, coughing gently and coughing a breath of dark black blood - the only thing that could prove that he was seriously injured.

The white deer finished everything and stopped talking.

“Anything else? ”

Boss Goldtooth caught his hesitation and anxiety.

“That…”

The white deer ignored his brother's dissuasion and bit his lip, “Is the guess of the Sea of Ten Thousand Tibetans correct? You, you were an elite fighter of the flag country and still love your country to restore its glory? ”

The boy refers to the logo on the bosom of the wilderness master, the bloody flag.

Big Goldtooth smiled slightly. “Does it matter? ”

“I, I don't know. ”

The white deer bowed his head and looked at his toes. "The ‘Pact’ deceived you, causing both the 'Citigroup’ and ‘New Golden Mountain’ to suffer. Do you still want to put 'Cutting-edge Water Purification Technology' in the hands of the 'Pact’? Will this result in a dramatic increase in the power of the Pact and a complete defeat of the Alliance? ”

“Ah…”

Golden Tooth Avenue, "I really didn't think you cared so much about the Alliance's safety. Are you still an Alliance?" ”

The white deer can naturally hear the sarcasm of the Goldtooth boss.

He doesn't deserve to be an ally. He's not human. He's a demon.

The two remained silent for a long time, until the White Deer thought Old Goldtooth would not answer his question positively, and the wilderness lord leaned on a stone column with a thorax, gazing at the flag on his chest and arms, and the Phantom: “Yes, I fought under this flag a long time ago, an elite... SEAL commando.

“At that time, I believed in this flag, in this country, and I truly believed that it was the 'land of the mountains’, that it was the 'beacon and hope', and that the man could make it 'great again', and, heh, I was willing to defend it with my life and go to faith.

“But, you know, when a full-scale thermonuclear war broke out, it turned everything into nothing, including my face, my body and my soul and faith, and war was to tear apart all the best and expose the ugliest aspects of it, both human and ‘national’.

“Now you ask me if I still love the country that's gone? Oh, that's a good question, but unfortunately I don't know the answer, because I'm not qualified to love this country, you know, in my ‘homeland', only 1% of people are always qualified to love, and the remaining 99% are manipulated pieces, enslaved mules, waiting to harvest fruit, waiting to consume cannon ash.

“Chess does not deserve to love chess players, mules do not deserve to love whips, fruits do not deserve to love sickles, cannon ash does not deserve to love to fire its artillery, the country, the country is a beast that is difficult to fill, it neither needs your love nor cares about your hatred, as long as you stand still and wait for its command. ”

Boss Goldtooth coughed, laughed, said angrily, and said something the white deer couldn't understand.

“Well...”

The white deer pointed to the flag on the boss's chest, “If you don't love you anymore... why are you wearing this flag and yelling 'MAGA’? ”

“Flag, huh! ”

Big Goldtooth laughed, suddenly pulled hard, pulled the chest rag off, threw it to the ground, and slapped a bite of spit on it.

“I fought under this banner for love and faith. ”

Golden Tooth Avenue, "Now I'm still wearing it, yelling ‘MAGA’ slogans, because it makes people think I'm a hopeless fool, a well-developed red neck with simple heads and limbs, who can safely think of me as a good dog, or even an occasional pine dog chain, that's all. ”

“ …… ”

White deer have nothing to say.

“Hey, kiddo, give you some free advice so you don't get caught in the pit. ”

"Whether or not you're willing to be someone's compatriot, fighting for a flag or a force, is your freedom, but the one who often calls you compatriots, is the one who stabs you behind the back; the one who waves the flag hard, is the one who's always ready to sell the flag; the one who tells you to sacrifice everything you love, is the one who exploits or even devours your sacrifice.

“Remember, 'covenant’ and ‘alliance’, the flag of war and glory, belong only to that 1% higher human race, unfortunately, are you a demon, or the most deformed of demons, you will never be 1%, so remember your identity and strive to live for a few more days, okay? ”

“Clear.”

The white deer doesn't really know.

Or he was clear, but never willing to admit it.

“Come here. ”

Looking at the boy's grievance and stubbornness, Boss Goldtooth suddenly sighed and waved, “Tell me what you've learned over the past few days, what you don't understand, I've explained it to you, there are other techniques you want to learn, I'll teach you, the tuition fee, when you have more value to use, and then return it to me with interest. ”

“Hey?”

The White Deer didn't expect the Old Golden Tooth Congress to be so kind to him.

Turns out, it's not just polite. The Golden Tooth boss is practically teaching each other.

Over the next few hours, Goldtooth explained the contents of Yuri's "Mind Notes” in great detail, not only hypnosis, but also various “Mind Power” application techniques, not just theory, but also Goldtooth's own experience in action.

He even tried to teach his famous “Legion” to the White Deer, at least to let the White Deer see the beauty of the Legion.

The White Deer doesn't know why the Golden Tooth boss did this, it's not like he's an aggressive wilderness master, he's not like the end-of-the-mind hero, more like, more like... some kind of character in the life of the White Deer.

Looking at Old Goldtooth's slightly thin but serious face, the white deer wanted to ask and didn't dare, he could only stare up his eyes, put his ears up, and try to brand “Mind Note” and every word Old Goldtooth said deeply in his heart.

Big Goldtooth pointed at the white deer for four or five hours.

Until the spiritual strength of both was somewhat unsustainable, this incredible “teaching” was temporarily closed.

“Hey, kid...”

When the white deer was going to wake up the Sea of Hidden, the Golden Tooth suddenly called him, paused, and said softly, “Thank you, during the day. ”

“Hey?”

The white deer was surprised again, subconsciously waved, stuttered, “Well, that's impossible, we have to kill the horror robot, otherwise we won't be able to live. ”

“I know.”

Boss Goldtooth coughed and laughed and laughed badly, "Thanks anyway. ”