Doomsday Pavilion

Mingguang, the three majestic and extremely ring-shaped walls divide the entire Mingguang into the outer city, the lower city and the upper city at a distance of 30 kilometers. Since the outer city was established, the boundary between the upper city and the lower city is in the eyes of the evolutionary. It's getting weaker and thinner-in short, it means protecting and "vulnerable groups", there is no difference.

Shangcheng District is no longer a place where Mingguang people flock. Instead, the ability of the outer city to reversely siphon the population of the inner two urban areas is getting stronger and stronger. Mingguang has placed almost all people with fighting ability in the outer city. Therefore, In addition to a large group of muscle experts in the outer city, it is also an opportunity for ordinary people—an opportunity to change the current state of life.

Well, opportunities are always equal to risks.

Life in the outer city is rich and colorful, such as the roaring original "fireworks" that can be seen everywhere, even more gorgeous and colorful than real fireworks.

There are so many people in the outer city that there is nowhere to vent their energy. Compared with the two cities above and below, the outer city really looks like life in the apocalypse.

"Weapons", "news", and "hunting" are basically all the content of life in the outer city. Of course, these three aspects are often full of fist-to-flesh bargaining.

For example, regarding all kinds of simple information transactions, the outer city is the most famous and accurate channel business group "Hyena", which is all reintegrated as third-order evolutionists.

Hmm—According to the gossip, the hyena was originally a professional assassination team. I don’t know why it suddenly switched to two jobs. One is the sea hunting team and the other is the channel dealer. The whole outer city is filled with wind. The more convincing feature of Shui Qi is that even the lowest-level peripheral members of Hyenas, commonly known as "spoken merchants", are genuine Tier 3 evolutionaries.

The news provided by the oral message merchants is often a word spoken by someone casually or a "secret" from the bar Hualiu Alley. Unfortunately, the degree may be only 1%, but the price is also the most affordable, which is the psychological pressure of the hunter. When you are old or in a bad mood, just throw a few circulation points in the past. Oral merchants can even give him a vivid commentary and laugh at him-the most outrageous thing is that you can often put these non-essential stories in the base. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? To someone in the city.

Therefore, to a certain extent, oral businessmen are often cute.

Siwusi, such an open-air food stall with a strange name, provides drinks and second-order toothy wolf meat 24 hours a day. The wine is only Qingquanshan, and the wolf meat is just stewed in a large pot without any seasoning. The wine is filled with meat. Enough, the steaming heat and loud drunken language are the most basic atmosphere here.

A tattered high-footed wooden stool sat on it with a tall third-order mutant with deep gray-yellow skin in the eye sockets. He was a spokesperson businessman.

"Huh."

A stack of small denomination source crystal tickets flew out from a corner and landed in this man’s jacket.

"Squirrel, what good news is there today?"

The verbal businessman called the squirrel gave his thumb and counted the tickets one to five to ten. There was a thief in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were filled with mystery.

"Hey, I heard that the people from Luanshan have entered the city, maybe something big has happened~"

The owner of the banknote over there snorted.

"Shit, I don't think you hyenas want signs anymore, big things, big things, big money, big money?"

The squirrel smiled,

"God's gold is coming out of the abandoned mine in the south, and the largest piece is several tons!"

Before the noise made a loud noise, the squirrel added another sentence,

"If our boss says he doesn't believe it, we can go to the Lin's Xiaoguan, and let the piece of gold be there."

With the noise of tables and chairs and the sound of swearing, a muscular man with the deltoid muscles on his shoulders walked in three or two steps and kicked the squirrel to the ground with old fists.

"Fuck you, don't fool around with these outdated news! You can ask us who at the West Gate doesn't know one or two gold plates of new dishes, **** news is incomprehensible."

The squirrel received a personality correction punch but didn’t mean to be angry at all.

"Hey, Mr. Han, I can tell you, it's not my squirrel who blows it. The boss specially ordered it to come down. You must be notified when you see anyone. The four dogs of Boss Lin's house jumped in a month. Tier two, right now, like Master Gungun, are Tier VI monsters, but they don’t have any moisture at all. I mean, if we guys still have gold in their hands, don’t even think about going to the research institute to exchange money. Hurry up and get to Boss Lin-maybe any **** lucky guy can jump two steps in a row?"

The muscular hunter hummed twice, and a dozen of pia's horns were thrown on the face of the squirrel, and he left refreshed-the second-order evolutionary beats the third-order evolutionary, except for the squirrel. You can’t see it at all.

Afterwards, there were several deals. If someone observes carefully, you can find that this kind of information exchange using fists as a means of communication seems to be the lower the level, the more "the price difference" is added.

"puff."

After the short sound of a balloon leaking and being blocked, a black-robed man who was out of tune with the surrounding environment suddenly appeared beside the squirrel. What appeared together with it was an arm that was shrouded in black robe more than ten meters away.

"Pattern."

Arms wrapped in black mist "ran" towards the black robe man, knocking over several sets of tables and chairs along the way.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on this arm. When the arm returned to the black-robed man and pia was glued back to its original position, there was a sound of inhaling air-conditioning from the crowd.

"%#%"

Under the black robe, there was a weird voice muttering, as if cursing his mother.

The squirrel jumped off the high chair like a dog bit its tail vertebrae.

"Uncle Uncle Uncle..."

The black-robed man cursed in a voice that I don’t want to hear a second time.

"Don't be close."

The squirrel stepped back a few steps, seeming to have regained a sense of security, and did not tremble anymore.

"Master Warlock."

"Wow!"

There was a sound of overturned tables and chairs, and there was no one except the squirrel within 20 meters of the black robe man.

The squirrel was almost crying,

"You, your old man...what's the matter?"

Black robe said,

"Gold, I want news of gold."

The squirrel rolled his eyes and said happily,

"Leng Han, research institute, waste mine."

The black warlock shook his head.

"Anything else?"

The squirrel's calf was already trembling, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, gritted his teeth,

"Yes, the Jiang family recently committed a batch of filial piety, and it shouldn't be digested yet, absolutely!"

"puff."

The black-robed warlock turned into a cloud of black mist like crow feathers, which instantly exploded and disappeared.

The squirrel slumped to the ground all of a sudden, touched his hands and feet, let out a sigh of relief, and said fortunately,

"Huh, let me go? Am I still intact?"

A voice came from the crowd,

"Mouse who is desperate for money, how come the money is confiscated this time?"

The squirrel roared sharply,

"Why did you get your head drawn by frozen hairtail when you were a kid? Do you dare to ask for his money?!"

Well, this statement is full of confidence and no one refutes it.

The famous No. 1 unlucky person in the base city, the No. 1 "Unlucky Plague" humanoid self-propelled source of infection, even the base city officially recognized the existence of a "big will", would you dare to reach out for his money?

I just bought the humanity of the oral message,

"Hey, you said, if Master Warlock really wants gold from Cold Tyrannosaurus, what will happen?"

When the squirrel thought about it, looking at the hapless cancer, it was saved, and it seemed that it was worth it to have a head-on with Cryptanosaurus.

Humane,

"I think it can."

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Who do you think, Cold Tyrannosaurus, can it be the same as those of us whose parents and mothers have been raised by ordinary laborers? You said that she was genetically synthesized and alienated. I dare to believe-you think this What kind of guys are afraid of...bad luck? Huh...In other words, what is bad luck, and if you have bad luck, can you run into the cold tyrannosaurus in the aisle?”

Everyone thought, they walked well, and when they raised their heads, the horror scene of the cold tyrannosaurus walking slowly with cold eyes, the cold sweat came down, fucking, it really makes sense!

...

At the main gate of the committee, two birdwing ballistas and thousands of garrison troops were waiting.

A black mist appeared quietly, and then, "Puff~"

This strange movement scared several Tier 3 "dead men" almost directly activating the Birdwing Ballista.

Master Warlock slowly turned his head, and there seemed to be a pair of scarlet eyes looming in the black mist under the black robe where the face would never be visible.

"..."

The two sides looked at each other like this for a second, a glance at ten thousand years.

The warlock finally drifted slowly towards the gate,

"Puff through."

The sorcerer, who looked like a **** of death, was so cold and terrifying that he floated and patted the ground flat.

"..."

Stand up without incident and continue to float.

"boom!"

The crow with a lack of sense of direction flying from nowhere was stuck on the face of Master Warlock.

"Crack!"

It flew away again-before flying a hundred meters high, seventeen source crystal shells with tail flames piercing through half of the base city hit the crow at the same time, and the poor crow didn't even leave any ashes. God knows how it arrived here safely in the layered air defense system of the base city.

"Boom."

The huge bluestone sculpture that had stood for hundreds of years collapsed, covering an area of ​​16.5 square meters.

A few big rocks in the rock pile collapsed and flew away.

One arm crawled out, shaking ashes,

The other arm crawled out, shaking ashes,

One leg...

Another leg...

Head...

In this way, a bunch of spare parts lined up one by one, hopping into the production hall under the full view of thousands of people.

"Boss, we..."

"I..."

"This..."

Zhao Zheng waved his hand, squeezed his fist in the air, and was quiet for an instant.

After a full fifteen minutes, Zhao Zheng sniffed.

"Within fifteen minutes, panting, walk forward fifty steps, and gradually form a team! One, two, one, one, two, back~turn! Well, stand there and don’t move!"

Three hundred and seventy-two people lined up in a neat square, with a blank face.

Zhao Zheng’s adjutant glanced at the birdwing ballista.

"Lieutenant General Zhao, use a birdwing ballista or..."

Three hundred and seventy-two people had their heels tingling and their legs sore, and they almost knelt on the ground—what's the situation! !

Zhao Zheng’s voice was extremely distorted,

"The source crystal cannon is charged with 0.1 gear, and the small square in front of the target will give them a intensive blow full of humanitarian care, let them give Lao Tzu a long memory, one minute, free fire!"

The scene was extremely chaotic and orderly, with a few large characters written on each face of the person who fired—Hate iron is not steel.

"Boom boom boom boom~"

The 0.1 gear source crystal gun is basically equivalent to the level of high-pressure water guns. It can stun a few ordinary people at most, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

In the sound of crying father and mother, the fart-like buzzing of Yuanjing Cannon finally stopped.

Zhao Zheng grinned his teeth and asked the ragged little square.

"Do you know why?"

"..."

"carry on!"

"Boom boom boom boom~"

In the sound of artillery fire, the people in the small square disappeared even the last piece of clothing, and their skin was as red as a boiled prawn.

"Do you know why?"

"..."

"carry on!"

The adjutant looked excited,

"I ask you a bunch of soldiers to not read the manual, and even dare not know the one hundred and twenty-eight red incident items... I will give everyone a bombardment, hey!"

In the jump, Zhao Zheng finally let out a sigh of relief.

This is the same as setting off firecrackers during the New Year.

"Amituofu, Father and Son, Sanqing, God bless you! Good luck and good fortune~"

...

At the Lin’s Xiaoguan, the Lord Shan finally finished talking about the glorious record of the unlucky warlock, yet he still didn’t know what to say.

"Oh, I can't finish talking about this guy for three days and three nights. How can this be?"

Lin Chou swallowed his saliva and said,

"If this is not the time of the cataclysm, I must have thought you were bragging."

Lord Shan laughed and said,

"I'm telling you that this kind of existence at the level of great will is cold and violent... Hey! What are you doing here, Miss Su, please sit down, please sit down~"

Su Zhaorong rolled his eyes.

"Master Shan, you said bad things about Leng Han again!"

Huang Dashan babbled for a long time, to please her,

"Hehehe, my Miss Su, your lord does not remember the villain's past, just take what I said just now as a fart and let it go..."

Su Zhaorong snorted, then turned to Lin Chou and said,

"Boss Lin is really busy. It's not easy to find you."

Lin Chou blinked and said with extreme caution.

"Just after the Chinese New Year, someone was appointed to collect taxes when the appointment happened?"

"..."

Su Zhaorong was not nearly killed by Lin's sadness.

"you you you!"

Lin Chou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh~ It's not tax collection, then I don't worry, oh yes, Miss Su, something to drink, I'll treat you!"

Su Zhaorong smiled slightly and said mischievously,

"Slimming tea for seven days."

Lin Chou's face was stern, serious,

"Excuse me, the goods are in short supply, will the boiled water be enough?"

"..."

Su Zhaorong hummed,

"I really don't know what Hanhan likes about you, here, Hanhan asked me to bring you this. She will have a mission in a few days."

"Uh..."

Lin Chou opened the suitcase in the eyes of a few men.

Uh, isn't this really a big curved hammer? !

Huang Dashan exclaimed,

"Oh~hammer? This is cold and violent... The meaning of Lieutenant General Leng is almost the same as Diamond Ring, right? Oh, I said Linzi, you and Lieutenant General Leng are going very fast~"

Bai Qiong nodded and said with a smile.

"Reliable."

Lin Chou gritted his teeth with a hammer in one hand.

"Come, come here, stretch your heads out, I'll show you something good!!"