The First Order

Mr. Storyteller’s remarks made Ren Xiaosu a little cry, but when did he hit his granddaughter’s idea?

Is there anything that is not there at all?

But at this time, both of them noticed that the sound of fighting in that barrier was not reduced with the passage of time, but there was an increasing trend.

Ren Xiaosu knew in his heart that the previous battle in the 63rd barrier, because of his sudden joining, would end so soon. After all, the people in the evening squad are not weak, and ordinary extraordinary people meet them. Capsize.

Tinder's combat sequence is probably because it can be mass-produced, so it always has a great advantage in quantity.

Ren Xiaosu suddenly sighed: "When is the grievance reported?"

As a result, Mr. Storyteller, who was listening to the sound of battle, said suddenly: "This is not a hatred, but a battle between the roads and ideas of their two organizations. You have to understand that without these roads and ideas, they would be hard to call them. As an'organization'."

Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment, probably this is why Qingzhen and the thugs have conflicting roots. Qingzhen regards nuclear energy as a natural gift. He feels that humans should make good use of those gifts.

The mob thinks that human beings should not have enough weapons to destroy themselves, because humans are greedy and uncontrollable. Even if you conscientiously guarantee that you will not use them, what about your descendants?

There is also the 178 stronghold. If the group of rough guys is not with a heart guarding the barriers, I am afraid that they will not have such a strong will.

However, this is not what Ren Xiaosu should consider now. He did not think of any organization to be established, so these things are things that he can't fight with him.

At this time, the sound of fighting was getting louder and louder, so that the refugees in the market town stood and watched outside the barrier wall.

The inside of the barrier is as if a blazing fire is burning. The flames in the sky make the ragged refugees outside shine brightly.

"Anjing Temple doesn't seem to have any advantage," Mr. Storyteller sighed.

Ren Xiaosu asked, "Master, are you on the side of Anjing Temple?"

Mr. Storyteller said with a smile: "After all, it is very difficult for normal people to have a good impression on an organization like Tinder, no matter how it used to be, now Tinder has gone wild on the road of genetic evolution."

"According to what you said, this Tinder company was good before?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"It is said that although there were extremes before the catastrophe, it was still converging," said Mr. Storyteller. "After the catastrophe, the world lost its order, so the ambitions expanded too quickly."

Ren Xiaosu muttered: "I don't feel how powerful they are..."

Mr. Storyteller was choked, and he said angrily: "How can an organization that can radiate the entire barrier alliance, an organization that can control ten barriers, not powerful? Do you think he is not powerful because you killed a few of them , I think those people are not great, but what if you are facing a hundred of them in a higher combat sequence? An organization capable of mass producing super fighters, don’t judge the strength of the organization by individual strength, you still have to Multiply by quantity."

Ren Xiaosu smashed it, smashed her mouth: "OK..."

As soon as the words fell, Ren Xiaosu suddenly heard the palace utter: "Task, keep the injured for three days."

Ren Xiaosu was stunned. He was afraid that he hadn’t heard the mission from the palace for two months. Knowing that when he was at the 63rd barrier a few days ago, he saw someone manipulating metal and drawing a real dragon. .

The skill of drawing dragons is very good to have fun with children afterwards!Cough, think a little bit far!

If you want to learn what you want to learn, you can’t learn anything without a perfect level skill map, so the task is fundamental.

But the palace suddenly said that it was necessary to take in the injured, there must be a reason for this...

Ren Xiaosu got up and left, and Mr. Storyteller asked behind him, "Where are you going? Didn't you say not to go to this muddy water?"

Ren Xiaosu did not have a good air: "I will go home and go to bed!"

This is why he is going to the muddy water. Seeing the meaning of the palace, it is clear that the muddy water has flooded his house!

Walking back and forth all the way, Ren Xiaosu kept passing by the lively refugees in the market town. The refugees had no good entertainment at night, and they looked at the barriers, and they wanted to fight for a while.

Anyway, the big guys who do things always look down on the market town. Even if there are occasional wars, the hostile forces will not use the refugees, because everyone needs the migrants to work for themselves. The factory must not be empty!

Ren Xiaosu came to his door and first checked the door. The lock was still intact, but he had smelled the sweet smell inside through the door crack, which was the smell of blood.

If he took the key to open the door casually, and just opened the door, he saw that there was an embarrassed figure rushing towards him, the other side had a dagger in his hand, and what surprised Ren Xiaosu was that two vines were growing on the ground. Tangle his ankle.

It's just that the movement of the other party attacking Ren Xiaosu seems to have affected his wounds, so that the movements have been out of shape, and the underground vines have failed to fail.

Ren Xiaosu easily grasped the opponent's wrist with a dagger, but he whispered that the wrist was extremely slender, actually a woman's wrist.

However, Ren Xiaosu is really not a pity for Xiangxiangxiyu, he immediately hit the opponent's carotid artery with a knife, so that he can take a good time to look at each other.

This look even surprised Ren Xiaosu, who was still an old acquaintance!

Zhou Yingxue!

The Yang spy who tried to lure close to him in the 88th barrier, but eventually jumped with him, how could the other party appear here, and he was seriously injured?

When the No. 88 barrier broke down, Ren Xiaosu also caught Zhou Yingxue, but at that time Zhou Yingxue urgently said that he would go back to save his mother.

Unexpectedly, I met again here.

Ren Xiaosu carried Zhou Yingxue to the backyard, and saw the potato shooters one by one honestly like quail, perhaps because Zhou Yingxue's extraordinary ability was to control plants, so he was not killed by the potato shooter.

Just now Zhou Yingxue also controlled the vines in the two fields and wanted to attack Ren Xiaosu.

Ren Xiaosu did not have a good air to the potato shooter: "She can control the plants, you will not attack her? Is there any good news?"

As a result, the five potato shooters gently spit out a few potatoes, like to please Ren Xiaosu, for you to eat potatoes...

Ren Xiaosu couldn't help crying or laughing, what is it all about?

He looked at Zhou Yingxue, who was thrown aside, and then listened to the continuous gunfire in the barriers. It should be that the forces of the Wang consortium had already begun to exert force, so the gunfire was particularly dense.