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March Qixin said that you have only been on the job for two days, and you already know all about the company's activities. You even want to use ether editing to create Kafka, Jingliu and the others...
If Jiang Fan knows this, he will not kick your precious trash cans into the recycling bin, so that you will never see a trash can in your life.
"I don't think it will work. I'm afraid you will be beaten to death by Jiang Fan." March 7 hesitated for a while.
"I'm not stupid." Xing glanced at March 7th and coughed lightly, "I have decided that I will participate in the interstellar victory celebration, defeat all the ether players in the universe, and defeat Topa's path to defending the championship. !”
"Miss Topa also plays this?" March 7 sipped the hot milk, slowly raised her head and whispered softly, "You have just received Charmander from Dr. Oak and you are going to challenge the elves with Rayquaza and Mewtwo. Head?"
"Then I'll go and let you sit here and look up at my back?" Xing raised his eyebrows.
"No, I want to fight side by side with you." March 7 decisively refused.
Of course she couldn't stay here alone and let Xing go to the interstellar victory celebration alone, otherwise Xing would definitely tell everyone when she returned to the train that I held the etheric spirit in my hand and swept across all directions, and finally defeated the defending champion Topa. ..
You asked me why I wasn’t with me on March 7th? I didn't know that when I parted from her, she was in a state of despair, sitting timidly on the steps of the Belloberg Administration Square, drinking hot milk!
Xing reached out to unbutton the windbreaker and pulled it off regardless of March Qi's surprised look.
Under the windbreaker is an open mid-blue jacket and a dark turquoise T-shirt. The lower body is jeans with light blue trousers, black and white rubber-soled sneakers, and a brown belt with a few coins hanging on it.
Finally, there is the red and white soul hat and green backpack, with the word Xiaozhi written on the forehead.
"You actually made a special uniform? What about your ether spirit? It can't really be Pikachu!" March 7 was surprised.
"Of course there is no Pikachu. Don't confuse the second dimension with us." Xing lit up the screen of her mobile phone, a weak light source shining on her face, with a malicious smile on her lips:
"Jie, Jie, Jie! The etheric spirit is at your fingertips! The decision is yours!"
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Chapter 224 The decision is yours
The burning lamp in the reverberation corridor was lit, the door was opened, and behind the iron-railed door was a staircase leading up.
The area around the open area was empty, with only a huge furnace working. Next to the furnace was a long table covered with a blue tablecloth. Cocolia and Shiluva were sitting on Randy chairs spliced with red leather, holding glasses with their faces exposed. Smile, chuckle and say something.
Xing took a baseball bat and swung a beautiful stick. He swung the bat and smashed the wooden barrel next to the iron door. The wooden barrel surrounded by iron wire was smashed and fell to the ground, splattering on the iron gate beside it. , making a crisp sound.
Although the rumbling furnace in the distance is old, with dust on the golden paint and some discoloration of the paint, it still glows with a brilliant golden color, indicating that this brass-shaped iron ball furnace is mixed with real gold powder.
Compared with the commonly used iron sheet, the gold doped in it will lower the melting point of the iron pellet furnace to a certain extent.
But hundreds of years have passed, and this furnace is still standing. This shows that the gold powder mixed with it contains some special heat-resistant materials, just like the Danding in the Danding Division, which has been able to withstand the high-temperature flames of tens of thousands of degrees and is still durable.
This is deep in Belloberg's reverberation corridor, which can be seen all the way along the combat command room through the iron gate and steps.
The wind and snow have dispersed, but the furnace still exudes a warm atmosphere and is running rumblingly, dispelling the cold wind of late autumn.
After registering the account information and communicating with Giovanni, Xing and March 7 found out that the Reverberation Corridor was actually designated by the company as one of the landmark buildings of the Victory Park, collectively known as the Reverberation Corridor-Decision Paradise.
The bright lamps and furnaces were carried by comrades from the company's transportation department as key props for decryption. Even though Xing's job was in vain, he still waved and smiled enthusiastically to the company's employees, shouting that comrades had worked hard.
Some employees of the company raised their heads, wondering where this hair-picking came from. Their expressions looked like those of damn Wang Yousheng. If you don't get beaten, who will get beaten?
But the moment they looked up and saw the company minister-level medal pinned on the dark blue T-shirt, they immediately lowered their heads silently and shouted loudly that it was not hard at all and they would serve the company.
Listening to the uniform slogans, March 7 estimated that the employee's face under the mask would be redder than a monkey's ass.
"The candidates for the championship are actually Sylva and Cocolia!" March 7 sighed, "It's very challenging."
"Generally, Ash used Pikachu to sweep through all the gyms back then. It's not a problem for me to be able to sweep the four kings with my Ether Pokémon today."
"Can she kill me in seconds? Can these two laymen kill me in seconds? They can kill me in seconds. I'll eat this bat on the spot." Xing straightened her crooked hat and rubbed the pigeon man lying on her shoulders.
Looking across the empty battle scene in front of them, Kokolia and Sylva's expressions were gentle, noble, and with the majesty of a superior.
This gave March 7 the illusion that he was meeting the queen of an ancient country. He always felt that he should kneel down on one knee, bow his head respectfully and say the words "see the queen, may the queen be blessed and safe".
On the other hand, Xing, who looked majestic and high-spirited, was just like a blank-slate brave man who had just left the novice village and knocked on the door of the Demon King's castle alone, shouting that justice must prevail. Even the brave man's loyal friend Panmanxia was almost killed. Electric mice dyed gold.
The bank account was somewhat similar to the account next to Topa. They encountered it when they were registering player information. Several employees who called themselves Topa's support group were fiercely forcing Eric, shouting that if he didn't hand it over, If he wants a coin, he will erase all his work with an eraser.
Xing was furious when he heard this. He pulled the medal on his chest and wanted to stuff it into the eyes of those company employees.
Eric was so moved that he burst into tears. While crying, he grinned and said thank you, Sister Outsider. I want to thank you for eight generations of my ancestors.
Looking at the harmonious and friendly scene, March Qi felt that one of the few advantages of Xing might be that he acted bravely when he saw what was right, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak. Although he was a bit cynical, he at least used it on the right path.
Several employees of Interstellar Peace Company left in dejection, shouting that I would come back. Xingye deservedly received her so-called mission reward, which was a full ether coin. It was quite rare, but The combat effectiveness is not high.
March 7th thought that Pigman was quite cute, but a little pitiful, and even the owner didn’t know who it was. Xing, on the other hand, held up Pigman and laughed, saying that it was destiny.
She also shook her head and scolded March 7 for not playing enough games on weekdays. She only knew how to write diaries and take photos. Generally speaking, the protagonist in the game would get a companion at the beginning, either a descendant of an ancient beast or an alien beast that devours advanced levels. Awesome as hell.
March 7th thought to himself that this little guy is also an auxiliary ether spirit in Niubi. Is it possible that this one can super transform into a super form?
March 7 shook her head to shake all the messy thoughts out of her head, followed Xing's pace, walked through the white painted wall, and stood less than five years in front of Cocolia and Shiluva. Ten meters away.
There is a faint smell of cocoa milk in the air. At this time, the cold wind of late autumn is freezing to the bones, but next to the furnace, I feel warm, and the tight heartstrings are relaxing little by little.
"Xing and Xiao Sanyue, it's really the two of you. You have to go wherever the excitement is. When you can't find you, look around to see what's new. You two will definitely be there." Xiluwa teased lightly. laugh.
"Don't try to get close to me. Black stockings won't work to seduce me. Hand over your qualification badges." Hoshizaku Die Hard said firmly.
Of course she couldn't be blinded by the so-called black silk, otherwise her previous trek to Xianzhou to beg for help in a low voice would be in vain.
She promised to become the champion of the etheric front and increase the popularity of Gui Naifen's live broadcast room, so she asked that silly girl Su Chang to help her edit the etheric spirit of Long Zun, so that she could sweep the four kings and become the champion leader. people.
Jie Jie Jie! She had seen with her own eyes how Ao Shuang tore apart Fengfu with her own hands. Although she regretted that she could not edit Jiang Fan into an ether spirit, she estimated that editing a Dragon Master would be enough for her to overcome these obstacles, so she was confident and threatened to do so. Become a champion.
"Xing is quite motivated." Sylva put down the glass in her hand and stood up with a chuckle, "Then I won't be merciful."
The four ether coins were gently thrown by Xiluwa. As the four white rays of light flashed, the four ether spirits fell to the ground like streams of light. The ether spirits were not Jiang Fan or the one imagined by Xinghe March 7. Those cloud cavalry armies of the Mingchi Clan.
They are just four ordinary robots. Although I have never seen them in Belloberg and Xianzhou, I can tell at a glance that they are not S or SSR level by their silly looks.
Otherwise, have you ever seen a card drawing game that treats Goblins as SSR characters?
"Is your etheric spirit the little guy on your shoulder?" Cocolia suddenly asked, holding the glass.
"Of course it is, but the ether spirit I want to appear is not it." Xing raised his hand and touched the necklace hanging around his neck.
"It's decided to be you! MK20 Dragon Lord!" Xing held the ether coin hanging on the necklace and threw it with sudden force.
Unexpectedly, the knot of the necklace was unexpectedly strong and reliable. Not only did the necklace almost come off, but it almost allowed me to achieve the feat of 'I strangled myself to death'.
The ether coin was thrown into the air by the star, and the four people followed it subconsciously.
I saw the ether coin suddenly emitting a blazing golden light in mid-air, almost covering the entire battlefield. The excitement in Xing's eyes almost overflowed, and he whispered softly that this was a golden legend.
The dragon's horns and tail, which symbolize the dragon's noble status, were slowly revealed in the light. The roar of the dragon resounded, and strong winds rose.
Wow! This domineering dragon horn, this domineering dragon tail! Could the wine gourd around his waist be the legendary Drunken Boxing and Drunken Swordsmanship? ! Isn't this dragon's roar hundreds of times stronger than the lion's roar?
Wow! Such a scornful look! Wow! This...how is this height shorter than Fu Taibu?
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Who is raising books again?
Chapter 225 Ridicule
The council hall of the castle was noisy and noisy, mixed with curses and sighs.
Some people scolded loudly with angry eyes, while others lowered their heads and remained silent. The noisy voices covered up the sound of the howling wind outside the castle. Elise sat on the main seat with her eyes lowered.
She looked through the photos in the photo album on her phone, as if the timeline was being pulled back by invisible hands. The smiles and anger in those photos seemed like yesterday. Everything was vivid in her mind, so unforgettable...
Finally, she gently touched the hair of the man in the photo holding his head and running wild. The seriousness in his eyes gradually melted away, and a faint smile emerged, as if that scene happened yesterday.
The noise in the meeting hall intensified below the stage, and my ears were filled with noise and noise.
There is even a well-mannered veteran wearing gold-rimmed glasses who speaks well. He seems to have been a good troll when he was young. Years of physical and mental training have not affected the fighting spirit in his bones at all. He even has a posture that has been fully sublimated in his later years.
"I already know what you are doing! When will the peace of Morka require the Queen to sacrifice her life?" Fields took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and pointed at the group of ministers who bowed their heads and said nothing. scolded loudly,
"A bunch of losers! A bunch of cowards and scumbags! They are all men with a manly body but no manly heart!"
Fields's angry rebuke overwhelmed all the voices in the council hall. It was the respect of the ministers for this accomplished old general, and also the fear of this seventy-year-old minister who still held military power.
Fields Andrew, when he was young, realized that the pen could not save Morka, so he resolutely gave up his pen and joined the army. He followed Moss through thousands of battles, large and small, and survived the scythe of death thirty-six times.
Now he is also the leader of the hawks on the planet Molka. When he was young, he was called the Bloody Hand Massacre by people from other planets. He usually looks like a kind-hearted old man, but everyone who is familiar with him knows that this kind-hearted old man once Killed hundreds of thousands of people with one word.
"Pinocone?" Fields was furious. "In the days of Akivelli, it was just a backwater used by the Interstellar Peace Corporation to exile criminals! What should Molka be afraid of!"
"Just let it come! I will make sure those thieves never come back!"
"General Fields, it is true that Pinoconi is a remote country, but after the Cancer of All Worlds broke out, the company lost control of it." Alder, the dovish minister who advocated peace, held the bronze wine glass in his hand and said
"Now it has fallen into the arms of Tonghe and has become a member of the family. Even though Molka has a strong army, once a lawyer in the family ends up, it is far from the fact that Molka without an envoy can stop him."
"Have you forgotten?" Alder's voice was as smooth as the deep water of an ancient pond. "The family's principle is to use the strong to support the weak and to use death to protect life. The family has thousands of reasons to provoke war, but Moore There are no thousands of ways to win the war."
"Alder! You!..." Fields stood up suddenly and stared into Alder's eyes. The old face was as tangled as an angry dragon, and his expression was like a diamond's angry glare.
"Is General Fields making an impossible bet with the lives of the people of Morka?" Ald said.
Fields stood silently in the council hall, the bronze wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a sound, and the wine spilled all over his white robe, just like the helplessness that struck him when he held the pen in his hand.
After a while, he sat down regardless of the drinks scattered on the seat. The old face lost the majestic lion-like expression a few seconds ago. At this moment, he was like a lion in his old age, and the sense of twilight slowly faded away. swept across.
Absolute silence fell into the council hall, and the quarreling hawks and doves fell silent. Only the howling of the wind outside the castle was left, as harsh as the devil's ridicule.
In fact, none of them are absolutely wrong, but being weak is the biggest fault! In this world, only the strong can survive! The weak can only rely on the strong and let them be driven like pigs and dogs without any complaints.
Elise closed her phone and locked those memories deep in her mind. At this time, everyone in the council hall was silent, and the depressive atmosphere gradually filled the air.
Elise took a deep breath and tapped the table with her fingers. The crisp echo was not loud, but it was clear enough to reach everyone's ears.
During the days when she was at the helm of the big ship Molka, she often tapped her fingers on the table to calm down those ministers who had disagreements and were about to fight. After doing the same action thousands of times, practice made perfect and she could control the force accurately.
But when she made this move today, Elise felt like a mountain was pressing on her shoulders. She hit the table with extra force, and her fingers felt numb pain.
In fact, she was already exhausted and felt that she was not qualified to steer this big ship. Now it was time to put down the heavy burden.
In the future, she will marry the king of Pinocchio, become the mother of a country, and live a life of fine food, wine, and meat, and a life of drunkenness and dreams. It would be pretty good, right? Wouldn't that be nice?
It seemed that it was her own voice that sounded a disdainful sneer and ridicule from the deepest part of her heart. It was the sneer and disdain of the little witch who didn't know the heights of the world when she was young. Or maybe she looked down on herself from the bottom of her heart.
She was unwilling to give in, because there was always someone buried in the deepest part of her heart, but she was powerless and had no solution, just because she was too weak, she was weak, and Molka was not qualified to object.
"I will go to the family's grand gathering in a week." After saying this, Elise closed her eyes, as if all her strength had been drained from her body, "Everyone, please go out and leave me alone for a while."
"Yes." The ministers stood up silently, bowed and left the meeting hall of the castle. The candlelight flickered in the empty room, leaving only the sound of Elise's slow breathing and the sound of water drops falling.