Interstellar Adventure: I will make Great Xia’s national destiny great

Adversity is like night.

Someone rises to the occasion and will break the darkness with thunder.

There are also people hiding in the corner, whimpering.

Roof.

Someone held his glasses, and his expression revealed an otherworldly blandness, "The world is not worth it."

After speaking, like a saint like a Buddha, he jumped off the building.

Bang! The

rescue team fell from the sky and intercepted the 'extraordinary' person, "Lose your sister, you want to die in a place where no one is around, don't start a live broadcast to bring bad children." "

Downstairs.

Toddlers' eyes glow.

She jumped excitedly and pointed to the rescue fighters, "Mommy, Mommy, look at Superman." "

The young mother thought of her own childhood...... At the beginning of that year, the bottom line of human nature completely collapsed in despair.

Rivers of blood and walls of corpses.

The bustling city is like purgatory overnight.

It's him.

A worker who stands up with a wrench.

It's him.

A white-collar worker in a suit and grinding and chirping.

It's him.

A hot-blooded Daxia boy.

They are not supermen, but they have shouldered the burden of supermen and fought against the violence and chaos of the last days.

The young mother's eyes gradually moistened...... She unloaded the package on her body, rested on her daughter's shoulder, and stroked the girl's small bangs.

"Baby, go find grandma. The

child's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, but he waved his fist again, "Come on, Mom." "

Come on

, the mountains and rivers of Daxia are thousands of miles vast, there are 16e people, but there are 160,000 trillion people who are going to run wild, or other lives that are ready to run wild, such a desperate situation, what can you do to refuel?

Safe Zone.

The people of Great Xia stared at the screen with tears in their eyes.

No one said anything, no one beat the blood, only a drop of hot tears fell to the ground and shattered into eight petals.

"Constitution +4, I, I should be okay, right?" thought to a young man, his trembling fists clenched gradually, and his childish face was full of perseverance.

It's time for men and women to be truly equal. A certain boxer laughed at himself in his heart and turned back silently.

Zhao Zichuan couldn't see the singing and crying of Great Xia, but he could guess it...... He was cramping inside, but he could only drink the liquor one by one.

The old dwarf village chief is from the past.

"Break and then stand. "

It's a simple four words, but it's the heaviness of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

The village chief said, stood up, he poured a bowl of wine for Zhao Zichuan, and said solemnly, "What you and I can do is to hurry up." "

Yes.

Hurry up and win the national fortune.

For a while, Zhao Zichuan's heartstrings stirred, and he quickly raised his eyes.

"Where's the

village chief?" the village chief disappeared like the wind and left.

Dahl stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhao Zichuan, and said solemnly, "The village chief will help you, and we will also ......"

As he spoke, Dahl stood up.

Syllable.

Dahl slammed the wine bowl and attracted the attention of the others, "Brother home planet, is experiencing a star catastrophe, we need to help him." "

As the saying goes.

Because of the rain, the dwarves held up their umbrellas and quickly surrounded Zhao Zichuan.

Dardau, "Arrange it, be sure to come up with the bargaining chips that can conquer the dwarves at the poetry conference." "

Yes. "

Yes, yes. Zhao Zichuan stood up.

His brain cells died 800 in a second, and he quickly thought of countermeasures, "Give me pen and paper, food and drink, and do it with Le Yao."

At this moment, Zhao Zichuan had no other voice in his head.

He took out a pen and paper from the system and quickly copied the "Three Character Classic", "Tang Poetry and Song Ci", "Tao Te Ching" and other classics of Daxia.

Time flies.

The paper on Zhao Zichuan's side, and when the copied classics were as high as one foot, the village chief returned.

The village chief laughed happily and boasted to countless dwarves, "Haha, it's not fragrant!" "

After a while, after tasting the wine, you will know that this will be the most memorable poetry conference in the history of the dwarf race." "

Here we are. Hearing this, Dahl nervously approached Zhao Zichuan's side.

He carefully reminded, "The village chief did his best, and the rest is up to you." "

No matter what, you can't lose...... Zhao Zichuan suppressed the surging mood, picked up the copying classics, and quickly ran to the dwarf village chief.

When the village chief saw this, he raised his hand first, "What's the matter?"

his voice was majestic, but his eyes were full of suggestive inquiry.

Zhao Zichuan nodded, handed the copied book to the village chief, and said cautiously, "You take a look first and see if it's okay." The

village chief picked up a page of paper casually, smiled, and introduced to the noble dwarf beside him, "The guest brought back by Dahl, he has a gift......

"The way of heaven is like a bow." The higher ones suppress it, the lower ones lift it, the surplus loses it, and the insufficient ones make up for it...... This. With a casual thought, the dwarven village chief was fascinated.

A paragraph of "Tao Te Ching", for Zhao Zichuan, this is an obscure and difficult ancient text.

But in the ears of the dwarves, it is like the sound of thunder.

The noble dwarf, dressed in fine clothes and wearing a crown, is clearly a man of high and high ground.

But after listening to the old dwarf's chanting, he actually bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to Zhao Zichuan, and said cautiously, "Can you borrow one or two?"

The village chief suppressed the horror in his heart and stopped the noble dwarf.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he raised Zhao Zichuan's identity, "Such a valuable classic, can you borrow it at will?"

said the village chief, squeezing his eyebrows vigorously.

The Venerable Dwarf understands in seconds.

"Whew. "

Understood. With

that, the Venerable Dwarf stepped back.

Rumble.

The golden calf sledgehammer smashed three times on the ground.

The noble dwarf raised the giant hammer above his head with both hands, bowed his head and said, "Honorable explorer, please accept, the most precious friendship of the dwarven clan. "

[Boom!]

[Congratulations to Daxia 411, completing the special achievement mission and gaining +1 Constitution of the National Games. [

Congratulations to Great Xia 411, who won the friendship of the dwarves and rewarded the interstellar communication center. 【

Quest Fusion...... Mission reset...... Dahl's commission was canceled, and he merged into

the hope of the dwarven race......] [Dwarven hope: Promote cultural exchange and enrich the cultural diversity of the dwarf race...... Quest reward, Dwarven Legacy]

this ...... Happiness came a little suddenly, and Duang's voice stunned Zhao Zichuan.

"No need to memorize poems

?" "The temptation of food and wine, too, is not needed?"

was covered, and his hand suddenly lightened.

The noble dwarf seemed to be afraid that Zhao Zichuan would regret it, so he snatched the classics, "What don't you need, what you need...... Alas, please take a seat.

Smiling, the village chief pulled Zhao Zichuan's leg, "Distinguished guest, please?"

"Wait first." "Zhao Zichuan is not in the mood to be a distinguished guest.

He summoned the 'Interstellar Exchange Center, which is the upgraded version of the base vehicle.

"Everyone, 100,000 urgent.

"Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, chess, chess, painting, no matter what the dwarves want, take weapons, shields, and all the materials that can withstand the star catastrophe in exchange. "

On the side of the Takla Peach Grove is the Interstellar Logistics Center.

The person in charge had a pack of brand-new ballpoint pens at hand...... After listening to Zhao Zichuan's words, he took it easy and threw the ballpoint pen in.

When the

ballpoint pen floated, Zhao Zichuan was in a mood of +10086.

He quickly picked up the ballpoint pen and encouraged, "See, you can change whatever you want." Dahl

heard the sound and knew it was time for 'To' to play.

He threw the hammer into the exchange center, "I want a hundred jars of fine wine, you don't know, this wine tastes terrible." "

Come, take a bite?".