Tie Nu laughed wildly and roughly, and suddenly said something that silenced Da Si: "The king is really reluctant to let go, you can give the person to him first, and then snatch it back."
Although Dongfang Xing didn't speak, his already cold eyes seemed to be filled with ice cubes at this moment, which could freeze people into ice strips.
The corners of Chuan Bupo's mouth twitched. This iron anger was so stubborn that it couldn't spit out ivory. It was possible to say this. A rough man is a rough man.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Tie Nu blinked his big confused eyes. Did he say something wrong?
In this century where the male-female ratio is severely imbalanced, it is normal for dozens, or even more than a hundred males to share one female.
So he felt that there was nothing wrong with him saying this.
Dongfang Xing looked at them coldly and finally spoke, but it was a decision that made everyone murmur.
"I have my own sense of proportion."
Having said this, there was no room for them to interrupt, and there was no room for them to doubt the majesty of his decision.
Everyone immediately looked at each other, is that woman really that important to their king?
Even the safety of the zombie camp can be affected.
Dongfang Xing half-squinted his deep eyes and said expressionlessly: "The meeting is dismissed."
Everyone left the meeting hall one after another, but they hesitated and did not leave.
After everyone left, Wanbupo curiously asked: "Wang, what are you going to do?"
Dongfang Xing didn't say a word, his expression was so unpredictable that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.
A bold guess flashed through Quan Bupo's mind: "Wang, you don't want to go and negotiate with him personally."
He just snorted coldly in a nasal voice, then stood up and turned around to leave.
Looking at his straight and steep back, Wan Bupo suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
One by one
Long Qiao loves machinery and develops all kinds of powerful weapons and weapons.
In a hidden grand canyon somewhere in the Southern District, there is a huge underground factory that specializes in the production and research and development of arms and weapons. It mainly provides the zombie battalions with what they need in exchange.
The people responsible for production below are all robots he created, and they only follow his instructions.
Long Qiao was in a good mood today and was studying weapons and weapons to deal with the iron beetles.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the ground shook, the factory was shaken, and the weapons inside suddenly staggered around. The robot had no human thoughts implanted in it, and it would not panic or be afraid. It fell in the shock and stood up as if nothing had happened.
, fell down again, stood up again, and so on, forming a funny picture.
"What are you doing?" Long Qiao steadied herself from almost falling and walked quickly towards the door.
When he reached the entrance, he almost choked to death on the sand and gravel that rushed towards his face. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands and jumped out.
Taking a closer look, I saw a huge mountain towering into the clouds in front of the Grand Canyon. It was actually split in half. One half fell down not far from the entrance of the factory. Sand and rocks were flying and dust was everywhere. No wonder the factory was almost shaken.
collapsed.
In the front filled with smoke, a slender silver-gray figure stood on the boulder like a god.
Long Qiao was greatly shocked, it turned out that someone was here to kick things off.
Pressing his fingers on his shoulders, his body immediately changed. A pair of huge mechanical wings spread out in the wind. With a whoosh, like a roc spreading its wings, it soared into the sky and landed steadily on the boulder, facing Dongfang Xing.
Long Qiao's eyes as blue as the sea were filled with stormy waves, glaring angrily at the culprit in front of him, asking: "What do you mean?"