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Should I say it or not, Mr. Zhao, a poison-resistant bad guy, ordered it again and again when he was young. There was no health bar at all, he just vomited some green foam and patted his butt like it was fine. He got up and it was time to eat and drink.
Drink it, wipe your mouth with a rag, and still look serious. The taste of Quanet truffle sauce is simply amazing...
Bao Er wiped the cold sweat from his head and was speechless for a long time.
"Oh, are you, a group of high-ranking guys, here to scare us younger brothers?"
Zhao Qingcang smacked his lips with endless aftertaste,
"It's a good thing, but it's a bit more energetic..."
As he spoke, he put the can and bottle of truffle sauce into his arms, and seemed to be planning to go home and find a deserted place to continue eating and spitting??
Well, I don’t understand what the boss is thinking. Maybe he has some special hobbies.
But the way the evolvers looked at Mr. Zhao was...
Twenty-five days later.
Mingguang ushered in a rare harvest season.
It stands to reason that there will be a bumper harvest of wild rice and fruits in the wilderness in early autumn, but for several years in a row, this period has been either a tide of beasts, a tide of corpses, or all kinds of weird natural disasters - such as the lovely Origin Rain and so on.
As a result, the civilians in Xiacheng District have never had much to gain.
This year was very different. The Development Committee and the garrison personally sent teams to protect civilians and carried out "rescue" harvesting in the wilderness, around the ancestral mountains and around some relatively safe rivers and lakes. It only took three days, and it was only a matter of hindsight.
The news that spread has caused no one alive to be seen in the entire Xiacheng District even in broad daylight, and everyone has left the city!
This was something the garrison and the committee had never expected. As a last resort, they sent out almost all combat units with a little leisure to patrol the wilderness 24 hours a day...
It is said that several officials in charge of the Development Committee have turned gray in three days - if there is a random wave of beasts, their crotches and faces will be sprayed on the spot!
Even if there are groups of evolutionaries protecting them, the term "safety" is only relative. A high-level alien beast can kill a group of low-level evolvers with just two roars, let alone ordinary ones.
People.
However, their complaining reports were slapped back before they could even be put on Mo Hongniang's desk, and they were scolded like shit.
To put it in the words of the chief, all the people in the city are now out collecting food rations. This is a grand event that has not happened in several years. If you call people back now, where is the credibility of my committee, where is my Mingguang card, and who are you?
Intentional... Of course, there are more people than we expected. However, after this lesson, we will have experience in dealing with this kind of thing in the future. This is a good thing...
In short, we must ensure the safety of every civilian and let this event end perfectly!
"I bother..."
Zhou Xinchang is about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with a bit long sideburns and eyebrows. He looks very decent and curses non-stop while holding a glass of wine.
"Who doesn't know how to give a sweet date a slap in the face? Damn it, you said it's easy. I'm still a little kid with this ability..."
"Hush, Brother Zhou!" Wang Zhengxiong lowered his eyebrows and said with timid eyes, "Don't dare to talk nonsense, we just have to know what we know. So far, the movement trajectory of the alien beasts is not abnormal at all. Let's stay up for three more days, five days at most.
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The two of them were sitting in a willow pavilion in Yanhui Mountain. Looking around, the edge of Zushan Mountain and the long Hetao corridor were filled with people and cars, and the sky was full of bustle.
Toward the direction of the bright light, the evolvers stationed consciously, soldiers from the Generative Committee and the garrison, and people transporting supplies back and forth meandered like a dragon, forming a black line that was more than a hundred kilometers long.
The wilderness has always been very rich. Wild rice, grass seeds, nuts, various fruits and plant tubers growing underground. As long as the people of Mingguang are given time, they will not worry about food. In this "big harvest", some
The hard-working and capable civilians have even saved enough food to feed the whole family for more than half a year - in just three days.
Of course, it's not just these. There are bonfires and the smell of barbecue everywhere in the wilderness. Those stupid wild rats, civets, rabbits, chocobos, river fish and the like that have no fighting power are the best targets for ordinary people. For a day or two
After baking, it is then given to the women and children at home to paint it with salt, and it is easy to store it for three or two years.
Zhou Xinchang looked outside,
"A good thing is a good thing, but this..."
Wang Zhengxiong knew what he was worried about. Regardless of the evolutionaries outside, if there were three or five high-level alien beasts coming now, the casualties would basically not be less than five figures. If you say mowing the grass, it would be true.
Just like mowing grass, there are absolutely no surprises - the entire Mingguang population only has a population of tens of millions.
Wang Zhengxiong and Zhou Xinchang had no choice but to complain and drink.
Nominally, they are here to supervise the evolution of the garrison and the development committee, and organize the masses at the same time. However, in fact, no matter which party will invariably ignore them...
"Drink, drink!"
"What happened on a dog's day, drink!"
There are very few evolvers on Yanhui Mountain today. Boss Lin, who has nothing to do, has been looking at these two guys sighing and cursing for a long time, and he also wanted to appease Uncle Gungun's mood.
After all, hundreds of kilometers around Yanhui Mountain and Banlazu Mountain are "recognized" as Uncle Gungun's territory. Suddenly, there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of ants here to move your things. How can you do that?
The result of Uncle Gungun's rage was that half of the alien beasts in Zushan shivered and did not dare to make the slightest move. After discovering this, more people came out.
Gungun:(￣﹌￣)
"Is this Lord Gungun?"
"so cute..."
A team of girls and a nest of wide-eyed naughty children worked together to carry several baskets of brightly colored fruits and placed them next to Uncle Gungun.
Several girls stared with big eyes and didn't dare to speak loudly. When Master Gungun turned around with a bearish face, he pointed at the baskets of fruits carefully.
Gungun's huge palms held up a basket, like a small wine glass.
"Ah wow tons tons tons~"
Maybe the fruit tasted very good, so Uncle Gungun took out his noble bear paw and placed it on the ground.
"Ah this..."
"Ouch!" Lord Gungun said impatiently.
Several girls' hair styles were messed up by this gentle roar, and the naughty children were even more frightened. After all, they are just ordinary people.
The evolver next to him shouted,
"Touch, Lord Gungun has collected the tributes. Touch it quickly! Lord Gungun is so arrogant. If you don't touch it, you will have to retract your claws - only girls can touch it!"