Rao Qifang's doubts are actually very popular among subordinates. Because the walking corpses were transformed after the death of the first batch of humans in the disaster, even Mr. Lu Xun once said that it is impossible for people to die twice in a short period of time.
, so subordinates generally treat it as a weird corpse with partial vital signs and activity.
Another advantage of this kind of thinking is that it can try to avoid thinking that this thing was once a human being, or even causing any psychological barriers.
What kind of ostrich mentality? Subordinates never behave like ostriches.
In fact, no matter whether it is relative or real, we can generally think that human beings are intelligent creatures controlled by free will and limited by objective laws, but the alienated species of the walking dead...
It can only be said that they have successfully subverted mankind's understanding of existing life, or greatly expanded mankind's understanding of the upper limit of life forms.
Oh, it turns out that you can still be "alive" like this?
Putting aside everything, with absolute freedom, and completely using survival instinct as motivation and motivation, I really don’t know whether to say that they are a true liberation or that they have accepted the enslavement of instinct.
cough...
That's too far.
Rao Qifang only has one quota as a servant of destiny, and her attitude towards this thing is like many little girls' love: feeling.
All in all, it's very mysterious.
I have a feeling that this quota can be handed over.
If she doesn't feel it, then as long as the intensity keeps up and it substantially improves and helps her, she doesn't really mind forcing herself to be a stupid person.
"Well, actually it's important to be good-looking!" Rao Qifang stared at Wu Fu's body and thought for a while, her expression immediately changed from eager to try to disgusted: "Fortunately, I didn't take it, I thought about it, or have a pretty one"
Little girl, either... do you think the natural enemy looks better or the three-headed dragon looks better?"
Li Cang sighed quietly, suddenly feeling that his biological mother was much more difficult to deal with than Dalei Zi.
emmm, ball sack?
Let’s just say, is there such a possibility? It seems that when Monroe explodes, the red-haired girl is put in a sack and given to Rao Qifang as a servant of fate. This can simply satisfy all of Rao Qifang’s fantasies about being a servant of fate!
In this way, wouldn’t it be beautiful for a mother to be kind and her son to be filial?!
"Er smash? Er smash!"
"Ah? Oh, I'm distracted, I'm distracted..."
The homologous link transmission channel has been opened, and the cheap bullies are blowing out in all directions like a supermarket bargain-hunting uncle and aunt grabbing eggs. In an instant, the gap between the two sides of the melee is filled to the brim. This is called a large-volume tube.
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The dog-legged ones are indeed weak, but the 4,000 people who appear on the base are carefully selected. The overall or average number may not be easy to say, but the individual strength of the outstanding actual combat elites cultivated by the base is still not as good as Si
Stafford's robbery gang is really great fun.
These 4,000 people are quite strong and have no worries. In other words, they only need to work hard to increase the DPS with the cooperation of this second son of the bloodline who is completely unafraid of any damage and wants to be trusted.
"Oh my god, this is so exciting. Everyone, I dare say that there are not many opportunities for us to have such a decent fight in our lives. It's like putting food in your mouth!"
"So, when I play games, I always like to be assisted!"
"Mom! What do you mean? Don't scream when you get hurt, I'm telling you! You don't deserve to eat my milk!"
"That's right, a husband and wife paid a hundred days' favor in one night, and they scolded the cook in front of him without leaving his job. What did you ask me to feed you? Motherly love?"
"Home flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers. Ha, my teammates have never disappointed anyone."
"Strike, quit!"
"..."
The scene was full of harmony, friendship and joy.
Teacher Cang is a well-known person from far and wide, and it is unlikely that he would be so extravagant as to summon a higher-value variety. It would be too scary to come back and not come back, so the numbers 1 and 2 are already at their limit. The raw materials of this thing are in stock.
There is no shortage in the mill, and the return rate of sacrifice is extremely high.
Moreover, under such circumstances, if there are still casualties among the team at the base, it can only be said that they do not deserve to be alive at all.
When Zhuge Liang was helping Adou, he didn't even bother to serve on the dung heap. Really, he, Rao Qifang, and Li Laixi were all present. The peeler's prayers were unlimited, and various healing and praying tools were freely available, and there were thousands of them.
Tens of thousands of doglegs acted as living human shields, and Li Cang couldn't think of any more outrageous injuries that this group of people could suffer besides sprained ankles.
If you really can't find a sign with braille on it, just wash it off and go to bed.
Li Cang didn't think so himself, and Rao Qifang would make him think so. Originally, Li Cang was going to bring a few batches of magic mountains over for symbolic purposes, finish it as soon as possible, and then go back to each mother's house, and then have dinner.
It was getting colder, but instructor Rao said that this could barely be regarded as a rare training opportunity. If the base really managed to get the Colosseum in the end, it wouldn't be for nothing. It had to make some progress, right?
Of course Li Cang had nothing to say.
Stafford had something to say.
Just a few minutes after the war started, Stafford had fully realized his mistake. [Colosseum] and [Tease of the Laws of War] are the same thing. This thing theoretically belongs to the subordinate first.
Skills, and then have a certain "referee" attribute of the little coin boy. Not letting the person who owns the skills be both a goalkeeper and a referee is a kind and honest person who has exhausted his lifelong moral bottom line...
Fairness is relative, and bias is inevitable.
Stafford still has certain restrictions on "summoning" servants of fate when entering the beast fighting stage. For example, the number of servants of fate he summons is the upper limit of the number of summons by the opponent, just like the number of participants in the battle.
He is the cause and the other party is the effect.
But this originally quite reliable trick became so weak and ridiculous under Teacher Cang's unreasonable zombie sea tactics. It is true that Stafford and the servants of fate carefully cultivated by his four thousand subordinates are more powerful, but without him
When it exceeds a certain threshold, it is impossible to fight one against a hundred or even against a thousand. You can only watch helplessly as the opponent uses that nonsense cannon fodder and manpower to drown one's own members and servants of fate one by one.
What's even more nerve-wracking is that the opponent's "portal" has never closed since it opened. No matter how many cannon fodder die, there will always be more rushing into the battlefield. He simply can't imagine that one person has it.
What is the concept of such a number of servants of fate? How is this possible?
After hunting geese all day long and being pecked out of his eyes by geese, Stafford could only describe it as gritting his teeth and knowing that he was suffering.
Not to mention that the Pokmon Ball itself is damaged and cannot be used for capture. Yes, forced storage during battle will be automatically defined as capture.
Even if there is no damage, Stafford will not make the decision to take back the Servant of Destiny. Based on the opponent's combat power, taking back the Servant of Destiny will only cause the scene to collapse instantly.
However, what he was waiting for was not only the disappearance of the buffs of Peacock Girl and Totem Man, but also being slapped in the face in the field where he was best at, and the warrior who was instantly wiped out with a slap like Minion B.
Stafford was scared out of his mind!
If it weren't for the protection of the Colosseum's eccentric eye, he might have been severely injured by the woman who appeared in the first place. The Peacock Girl actually suffered it on his behalf!
When he saw the empty space in the middle of the venue where everyone was busy but no one dared to disturb him, Stafford gritted his teeth and couldn't understand his hatred.
