Chapter 483 NO66 I'm quite worried about what you said (4k)

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 483 NO.66 I'm quite worried about saying this (4k)

Base city, minutes ago.

The city in the heavy rain has a sense of mist, as if it is to separate everything, making the explosions and roars in the distance dull.

Of course, there are no pedestrians on the roadside. Although this city does not lack residents of different shapes, they either go to the front line or hide in buildings while being invaded for 43 hours.

So the Digimon who was carrying two horse ladies running in the rain was also smooth.

But she failed to really set a safe distance far enough, and the black-haired Madam who was sucked by her scarf turned into a shadow again and fell into her original place.

The Bellstamon was not surprised because the other party had already called 'Let me down!' in the initial jumping session.

The consequence of ignoring it is the other party's performance at this moment.

She did not stop this.

He just said with a subtle expression: "You don't want to call back, do you?"

By the way, I also let my free and change scarf put down the Qianming representative.

Then the omnipotent scarf turned into a huge black umbrella, and even the unwilling peace of Sunday was shrouded in.

"Am I that stupid?" He glanced at the woman who should have been strangers indifferently. On Sunday Ningjing went straight to the nearest eaves, leaning against the wall, and a light screen spread out in front of it.

Complex buttons also emerged on them, row after row, staggered in an orderly manner like a button design for a touch screen game.

And above that, the young man covered with a half-mask and holding a smokey sword confronted the group of aliens on the big screen.

The spider-crab-type remote-controlled robot that was specially thrown out when the smoke bomb was thrown was the last hope for achieving the goal at this moment.

"Hey~ The little guy you lost is this kind of thing." Qianming, who stood beside her and looked at the screen, was a little surprised.

She was thrown away by the smoke bomb from Sunday Ningjing, so she naturally saw the other party's small movements.

It’s just that the crab wrapped around the ball when it was standby, it’s not easy to confirm its true identity.

"It's quite feasible, they didn't pay attention to this side." Bellsta, who was standing on the other side, also looked down at the screen, with his fingers on his chin.

The two mama girls and the Digimon who suddenly came to rescue...

The three should have introduced themselves while looking at each other, but now they skipped the process at the same time.

Now it has even become a harmonious look of: Sunday Ning Jing is operating seriously, and the other two guys stand on the side to watch.

Maybe it's not very harmonious...

"Left left, left, go to the left, anyway, the deletion process is running normally, let me see what happened there!" by Qianming representative.

"Are you sure that the delete is really clean? In the general sense, the deletion just looks like it has been deleted, but it can actually be retrieved. I have a program that you might try remote transmission and reception?" by Bellstamon.

As he pointed and pointed, someone was startled by the sudden impact: "Hey hey hey! It seems that there is a fight over there, take a look! Take a look! S.S, take a look! Look at the situation over there!"

Then someone dissuaded from the other side:

"No, data is still more important now, right? She is already operating multi-line data."

"..." Sun Ningjing raised her head silently, looked at the ceiling for two seconds, and then suddenly turned her head, "Ah... It's so noisy that you two!!"

She looked around her sides, and the hysterical fire was lit in the dark golden pupils.

"What's the good guy looking good about! And what's the big deal about!!!"

"You two care so much, go back by yourself!!!"

The operator, who was so annoyed by the left and right sound, stared at the two guys who raised their hands to surrender, but heard a sudden sound of breaking through the air.

The screen in front of her suddenly turned black.

"Ah, it exploded." Qianming said softly at the light screen that floated out of the [Signal Interrupt] bullet frame.

It seems that it means something.

"Yes, it exploded." The Belstamon, who also looked at the light screen, also repeated softly.

Then he asked: "So have the things been deleted?"

“…”

Silence, frowning, frowning tighter and tighter, even when Qianming, who had no sense of crisis, raised his hand and tried to spread it open, Sunday Jing leaned back and then shook: "Don't care! I don't care!! The progress bar is 90%!"

"I'm going back to watch the teahouse running! Now I can catch up with it now!" When she said this, she suddenly turned her head, staring at the representative Qianming beside her, and got very close.

It was simply an EVA-level close-range big eye. With its amazing courage, Qianming subconsciously retreated, remembering the teahouse temperament he saw during the live broadcast not long ago.

I firmly believe that these two people are indeed, and must be sisters.

"Uh, it should...absolutely, we are slower here than there, probably..." Although he was a little shy, Qianming, who had a quick reaction in his mind, raised his index finger, "Middle plate?"

"Then let's go!" He grabbed the other party's index finger. At this time, Sunday Jing was undespicable and was about to jump to the dark web network immediately.

But he paused suddenly, turned his head and looked at the Bellstamon.

"Are you going to be together?"

As soon as this question arose, the other party was stunned, but they saw both of them staring at them seriously. Representative Qianming's gaze reminded her of her partner's scrutiny.

That is an attempt to interpret and guess the other person's every move.

"Uh... together?"

She said uncertainly, hesitating whether the two should ask whether they were curious about their situation.

She is really not good at this situation. If she degenerates into a witch beast, she will probably be more calm, but in that case, Ning Jing will recognize her on Sunday.

Dog shit... It's better to fight with your partner again in this situation!

She was a little surprised by the other party's move directly, and there was no sign of water release when she made her move. She was really planning to kill Sunday Ningjing and hurt herself hard.

It is true that as the ultimate body, she is not as 'fragrant' as she looks, and she is not a big deal when she gets hit by those few blows. And Sunday's quiet seems to be hidden, and she probably won't die.

But if I really didn't notice it for a while, I couldn't react to the sudden attack... Ma Niang's soul body would never be harder than the body of the ultimate body, and the opponent's rhythm of action was continuous, and the meticulous connection did not give him a chance to counterattack.

If the other party had not chosen the cannon mode that would have been slower in the end and would inevitably destroy the fighting rhythm, she would have been forced to have some of the ultimate skill strength by her partner if she wanted to protect the peace of the Sunday.

Especially when the other party didn't know at first, if he was a little distracted and slowed down half a beat, the giant sword that was slashed would definitely bleed.

She was a little annoyed, but she didn't have any resentment, but was a little amazed at her partner's performance.

I always look at his huge battle of "I will attack in the form of a monster", but I didn't expect that he would perform well in addition to this.

He didn't even use the demonization.

——

"It really makes me admire you, Mr. Ommerlinton."

Looking at the Magma Saber placed on the table, and then looking at the Metroon, who was slightly bowing his head and silently speaking, Commander Black withdrew his gaze and praised the young man in front of him with a smile.

And in front of the tables and chairs not far away, there are the whispering groups of cosmic people.

At the moment when Ultraman, servants and even Digimons emerged one after another in the base city, there are still dozens of cosmic people with special clothing and calm expressions here, which are the real core of the base.

Commander Black, who was obviously the leader, stood in front of a light screen that kept broadcasting the process of splitting and fusion, and turned his head to look at the Metrogen.

"But I still want to confirm..."

"Can you please repeat the situation at that time? Tweil."

"Uh, ah, yes! Mr. Black, this is the thing, because when I came, the Shades people were already crazy, so I only saw a few bodies, and... and Mr. Linton said that not only did they not help him in the battle, but they also complained about him after the war so they were killed by him."

He looked at the silent and smiling young man with a little caution, and the face that was so inhuman that it was hard to see a similar expression, his eyes quickly retracted and continued: "However, then III did not agree with these words, and he also... said that he did not like Mr. Linton and wanted to kill him."

"And then he did act like that," Omer said suddenly.

"Yes! Yes... Yes, but he was instead Mr. Linton..." When the Metron, named Tville, said this, looked at Omer, then at Commander Black, and whispered, "Kill..."

"Yeah! That guy in the third generation is not as skilled as humans!"

As soon as the "narration" fell, someone said disdainfully that he saw the Naker star with a ball full of prickly heat.

"I have long advised him to learn from the tenth generation of admirals of his clan to get a copy of the armor of the Ampera Stars, and at least he can carry a few more swords."

"Don't say that... Although the third generation has always had a bad temper, it's not enough to do whatever you want, right? I suspect that Linton took action first! He has acted with that Oub! Who doesn't know that he is Gagula of this world!"

"Tweel! If you are threatened, you will flash your chest light!"

"Ah, Kam, don't say that!"

The Metrogen was about to defend himself when he saw Omo raise his hand in front of him and turn to look at the Kemur people over there.

"My temper is also quite bad. If someone slanders me, I will be unable to help but act," he said, and when he finished speaking, he had already reached the Kemur man, and a long sword with a silver-shaped blue shank crossed his throat. "Do you want to try it?"

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the 'horn' above the other person's head.

This was the second time I met. On the plane back to the Jiemen District from London, I was attacked by the Kemuers and was sent away by the counterattack he had prepared. Now, he was able to see such a living "old acquaintance".

Even this room is full of 'old acquaintances'.

I have seen it on the screen and on the color page. I can suddenly see it in reality, and I feel like I am not inferior to the star-chasing feeling when I saw Hongkai and Rudolph.
To be continued...