On the exquisite sandalwood table, there is a cup of hot tea, which this person requested.
"Before the end of the world, the cost of wood for this table would have been hundreds of thousands. If it had been older and there were more stories during this period, it is estimated that several million would not have been lost."
After taking a sip from the tea cup on the table, the middle-aged man commented on the table that he didn't know who found it.
Ye Zhongming squinted his eyes and looked at this uninvited person, but his heart was not as simple as it seemed.
This person's evolution level is not high, at least in Ye Zhongming's opinion, he is only a six-star level. But it feels very strange to people.
Even if the six-star evolver Ye Zhongming cannot be killed instantly, there is definitely no problem in killing him with an overwhelming advantage. Whether it is equipment, occupation, skills or level, Ye Zhongming has an absolute advantage.
But this person made him feel a little awkward. He was a little surprised when he thought about it, because this was a dangerous but not fatal perception.
Can a six-star evolver pose a threat to him? Is it not fatal? Then where does the danger come from? Ye Zhongming really can't understand.
Also, what Ye Zhongming is more concerned about is who spread the news about Liu Zhenghong's situation.
The people who saw Sister Hong's situation at that time were all core members and members of Xia Bai's team, so there must be no problem with their loyalty. In addition, they were all saints.
But will the saint say it? Obviously she won't. It won't do her any good. Now the lifeline of Dawn Temple is still in Ye Zhongming's hands. Besides, even if she wants to say it, she has no one to talk to. Who is she on earth?
Don't know anyone.
So who?
Was it Le Dayuan, Liu Zhenghong and the others who saw them when they returned to the villa? Or were they the researchers in the laboratory? Even if they did see them, how would they know that the injury was irreversible?
Ye Zhongming wanted to know the answer, but he also knew that even if there was a rigorous investigation, this would probably be an unsolved case and nothing would be found.
"It's a pity that this tea is old tea. If it were Pu'er, it would be fine. But it's a pity that it's green tea. It's a bit bland now."
The man shook his head and looked at the tea with a pity expression, as if Ye Zhongming had just done something wasteful.
"What's it called! Origin! What's the method mentioned! Price!"
Ye Zhongming said this with a calm expression, but his tone was a little cold.
Now is the end of the world. Who has the final say in the end of the world? Naturally, it is the powerful evolver who has the final say. This person is a six-star evolver, and he is destined to be three points shorter than the eight-star evolver Ye Zhongming. Now
On Earth, there are not many people who can sit with Ye Zhongming and deserve his kindness, and this person is obviously not among them.
Even if he really has a way to treat Sister Hong.
The man was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Zhongming to be so straightforward and indifferent. He pursed his lips and put the cup back on the table. There was a banging sound between the cup body and the sandalwood.
"Boss Ye, there is one thing you need to understand. Now that I have what you want in my hands, you are begging me, not me begging you!"
The middle-aged man crossed his arms, with a sneer on his lips, and looked at Ye Zhongming and let out a grunt of dissatisfaction.
Ye Zhongming tilted his head and looked at this person very seriously. He didn't see how his legs moved. Suddenly, he kicked the heavy sandalwood table. The table was bounced away and hit this
on the human body.
What kind of strength does Ye Zhongming have now? He can even suppress Yangosi who is struggling to death. Even with just a little effort, the wooden table was instantly kicked to pieces. In the process, the wooden table was knocked to pieces.
A middle-aged man who still wants to say something after being fucked.
There were wooden boards, wooden strips, and sawdust, all of which were inserted into the middle-aged man's body. Blood immediately flowed out of the wound. The six-star evolved person who looked nonchalant just now threw himself on the ground.
, covering his body with a look of fear on his face.
"Don't be nervous. With your evolutionary level, you won't die from such an injury."
Ye Zhongming's attack was very measured. Although this man's body was penetrated in several places, his heart and other organs were avoided. Although he was seriously injured, his life was not in danger.
With the physique of a six-star evolver, it is indeed impossible to die. At most, he will bleed a little.
Ye Zhongming stood up, walked to the man, knelt down, held one of the wooden bars stuck on his shoulder, pulled it out, and said two words to the man's scream.
"Name!"
After that, a wooden board moved to the abdomen was pulled out again, and he still shouted: "Origin!"
Then, pull out one of the legs, and then say, "Method!"
Finally, he pressed it on the thickest board inserted into his body, and instead of pulling it out, he slapped it in hard!
The wooden board penetrated the man's body and came out from his back. The man screamed hard and couldn't say anything. He only kept waving his hands. The meaning was very obvious... I said
!
Ye Zhongming smiled and said, "It seems there is no need to ask about the price."
With a snap of his fingers, two female warriors from the Xiabai team came in and took care of the wooden thorns on the man's body. Naturally, they were far from gentle, causing the man to let out another howl that lasted for nearly two minutes.
They randomly sprinkled a bottle of primary healing potion on him, pulled him to sit on a chair, and then the two female warriors left as if they were looking at fools.
The conversation between Ye Zhongming and this man just now was not behind their backs. The two female warriors heard everything and found this man's overestimation ridiculous.
In their minds, those who are now qualified to be the guests of their boss are all figures at the level of the Holy Father and Saint Daughter. Those who can talk to the boss on an equal footing are the commander-in-chief of the resistance zone or the five-ring deacon.
level, how can a second-rate idiot with the same evolutionary level as them be qualified!
Ye Zhongming glanced at this man again, and the middle-aged man immediately began to speak regardless of the pain.
"My name is An Zhen. I don't have any power. I am a free evolver."
Hearing this person, Ye Zhongming straightened up, enduring the inexplicable feeling in his heart, and stared at his face.
He knows this man!
Of course not in this life, but in the previous life.
An Zhen was famous in his previous life, not because of his high evolutionary level. At least when Ye Zhongming was reborn, he was an eight-star evolver and did not reach the highest nine-star, but he was famously rich!
This word is actually a bit ridiculous and ironic in the apocalypse. The strong are naturally rich. It is impossible for the weak to become rich. Even if they have the means and brains, they will end up making wedding dresses for others.
But An Zhen is living well, and he doesn't have any powerful forces to back him up. However, many nine-star evolvers admit that An Zhen is their good friend!
A simple sentence made this person almost unimpeded in the last days. As long as he didn't seek death, no one would dare to touch him.
Ye Zhongming had heard everything about this man. He didn't know exactly why he was treated as a guest by these nine-star powerhouses, but he vaguely remembered one thing.
An Zhen always seems to have something magical in her hands!