Survival in the apocalypse: I can sublimate all things

Irelia was silent.

But he also put away the crystals honestly, and then disappeared into the inner hall.

At this point, Lu Ming was the only one left in the inner hall which was quite noisy just now.

Taking out the member comparison form made by Qilin, and looking at the list of members that had undergone huge changes, Lu Ming knew that it was time to type back the form and let Qilin redo it.

At the same time, in 618 Star Field, a third-level urban area, a battlefield stronghold, Chen Hai turned over the list of members of the shelter, his eyes solemn.

Those who approach the abyss, those who dive into the abyss, and those who transform into the abyss.

Forget about the four Abyss Divers who were suddenly added before.

I haven’t seen anyone since the beginning, so I haven’t thought too deeply about it.

But now among the tens of thousands of city residents who suddenly increased, there was not a single person whose level he had seen before.

The city lord is sitting in the throne of the sky. What activities are he secretly carrying out?

…

Returning to the dimensional battlefield, outside King Lu's Palace, on the way down the mountain, Badanmu was alone in front, and Duo Yagulun was following behind. Mo only let out a wisp of his breath and put it on Badanmu to let him know that she was by his side. That's it, the figure is perfectly hidden.

The three of them were silent all the way until they were halfway up the mountain. Duoya finally couldn't hold it back and said, "Why?"

Hearing this, Badanmu stopped and turned around and asked, "What is the second aunt referring to?"

Gu Lun's mind was already empty, but the conversation between the two started like a riddle, which made him confused, so he could only stop and look at the two of them.

"Why did you recommend your third uncle to that stranger just now? You could obviously give up this spot to your parents or grandfather."

Doya's tone was not to blame, but to determine the reason.

Badamu looked directly at her and said coldly: "Auntie, please face your current identity, clarify your situation, and change your attitude. Who is this stranger? That is the Lord, and you and I will respect you from now on. King. For the sake of my aunt, my nephew will remind you, don’t let your nephew say it a second time, otherwise no one can save you. "

Seeing that Duoya looked strange and looked complicated, he still nodded in deep thought, indicating that she understood.

Seeing this, Badamu's expression softened a bit, and he sighed softly: "As for why I didn't recommend my father, others don't know, but don't you know, aunt? If he had even the slightest ability to do things, my family would be what it is now. Like? If you recommend him, it’s not helping him, it’s harming him, and it’s also harming me.”

"The third uncle is different. He perfectly meets the requirements of the Lord. The Lord wants to expand the territory, and the third uncle is the perfect team leader. If I want to secure the position of director of the Eight-Armed Tribe, the deputy director must be the third uncle." Uncle can’t.”

"you……"

Gu Lun was speechless. Although he was not tactful or sociable, he was not stupid either.

He could tell from Badamu's words that he was taking advantage of him.

But I can't afford to feel any displeasure.

Because in essence, this is not a one-way use, but a win-win move, and he has benefited a lot!

At least in the future, I no longer have to worry about my own safety, nor will I have so many relatives targeting me, and I don’t have to do my best to survive.

"What about me? I don't have the racial talent like your third uncle, and my martial arts value is at the bottom of the clan. Why do you recommend me to the top?"

Doya didn't intend to let Badamu go, she had a lot of questions to verify.

Badamu also saw his aunt's psychology and sighed: "Aunt, why should you belittle yourself? Aren't you the third uncle who can live to this day, and you have been protecting him behind the scenes? My nephew pushed the third uncle to the stage, you are the hidden one." How can the third uncle communicate with the tribe if the protector doesn't accompany him? "

! ? !

As soon as these words came out, Duoya's pupils shrank suddenly, her lips and teeth opened slightly, and then she said in surprise: "You are not Badanmu, who are you?"

Badamu sighed again: "If my aunt has experienced what I have experienced, my aunt will have the same enlightenment as me. I gave up some things, and gained some things. At the same time, I found the direction for the future. I hope my aunt can do it soon." Get used to it, and then help your third uncle and your nephew, and complete all the instructions given by your master."

"This is also the only opportunity that can bring our tribe back on track and break away from the status quo."

After leaving these words, he no longer stopped here, turned around and walked quickly down the mountain, leaving Gu Lunduoya looking at each other, with a turmoil in his heart.

…

Five minutes later, Badamu appeared in the dungeon where more than 5,000 relatives were imprisoned.

Gu Lun and Doya followed closely behind.

Seven minutes later, Badanmu and Mo walked out of the dungeon calmly and appeared at the miners' stronghold; Gulenduoya looked flustered and looked uncomfortable behind Badanmu.

Fifteen minutes later, deep in the mine, on the front line of mining, the patriarch took off his Chinese clothes, with bare arms and a big belly, wielding a mining pick, the grandfather of Badamu, the father of Gu Lun, Doya, and Balut. , Bo Gang suddenly smashed the mining pick to the ground and cursed: "Beast! What a beast!!"

Bang bang bang bang!

After saying that, he threw away his hand and slapped Balut next to him four times on the face, sending him flying backwards and hitting the wall hard!

"What the hell did you give birth to!? If I had known that this piece of trash like you would give birth to such an evil thing many years later, I should have strangled you alive in the first place!"

"Bullsing the clan! Traitoring the clan! You even suppress your relatives and work as coolies! I am his own grandfather! He actually dared to let that King Alien scare me! Make me incontinent in front of the whole clan! You beast!! I Kill you!"

Barut's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were full of holes and gloom. It was not because of the scolding and beating of his father, Bo Gang, but because he had witnessed his son's righteous killing of relatives. How could he ignore his blood relationship, promote his third uncle, and suppress his father? ? ! How could he! ?

"roll!"

The frustrated Balut no longer wants to suppress his emotions! He kicked Bo Gang away and greeted him with fists and kicks! While hammering, he yelled: "The upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked! I am Badanmu's father! You are my father! Everything is my fault! According to this logic! You are the root of the problem! Why don't you die before giving birth to me?" ! Beat me! Why do you want me to kill you?

All the relatives were waiting and watching.

Suddenly seeing the situation reversed, Lao Qi, who was usually the most cowardly, changed his nature and rebelled against his father! They are all in disbelief!

But the situation could not continue to develop, so they quickly pulled the two away and tried to persuade them frantically!

Balut was pulled by eight hands, but his feet were still kicking towards Bo Gang. He kept speaking indignant words for a second, as if he wanted to release all the resentment accumulated in daily life.

Bo Gang's mouth was bleeding, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were black and red. He pointed at Balut and weakly yelled the four words "Rebel Tiangang", trying to use a moral yardstick to characterize Balut's rebelliousness and unfilial piety.

Soon, their actions attracted the attention of the Huangjiao clan who were the frontline supervisors.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?! You're just a mining slave, not working hard on mining, just lazy here, right?!"

As he said that, the Desolate Jie tribe started to hit the ground with long whips!

The Eight-Armed Clan is used to living in the upper class, especially the management, but they have never seen such a brutal battle!

So they dispersed one after another, picked up the mining picks again, and started digging hard!

Bo Gang and his son, who were at the center of the riot, did not dare to show any signs of neglect.

Dragging their injured bodies, they started their own work.

The supervisor of the Huangjiao Tribe snorted coldly, drew back his whip and returned to his post, with no concealment of the relief in his eyes! In my heart, if it weren’t for my lord, my darling, you mining slaves, those few whips would definitely be slapped on you in retaliation for looking down on others!

Bo Gang complained endlessly. He couldn't accept that he fell from heaven to hell in one day. He regretted it, but hated it even more! Hate everything here! He can't sit still and wait for death! Don't let it go! He wants to save himself! He wants revenge! He wants that evil beast and everyone here who insulted him to die without a burial place!

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