Beckett took out a bottle of psychic essence and handed it to Wang Zhao.
Wang Zhao took it and took a sip. He felt that the consumed spiritual energy was quickly restored, but he did not drink the rest.
I have a different background, so I know some secrets.
If you don't want to drink something like psychic energy essence, don't drink it. Usually in the family, it is taken in a passive way. The effect is not good, but it is better than being able to reduce the impact of the poison on oneself.
Immediately, he sat on the ground, leaning against the cold wall. The only light in the dim corridor was the dazzling warning light in the distance.
However, the firefight didn't even last two minutes, and they managed to kill only one low-level spiritual exterminator and three soldiers.
Even he himself suffered some internal injuries and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
This is because they have the advantage of the environment.
I can't imagine that if they lose this advantage, how many people in their team will be able to escape in the end.
Although I knew early on, the cruelty of war.
But at this time, Wang Zhao still felt very uncomfortable.
He looked back at the other team members behind him, and a pair of eyes were staring at him.
For the first time, Wang Zhao felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders.
I took a look at the information board on my arm, and there were no more tasks updated on it.
At this time, the voice in his head continued to chat with him endlessly.
"Speaking of which, the Chinese New Year is coming. After the Chinese New Year, you will be the same age as those college students who have just graduated. But you said that you, a third-generation rich man, have never even held a woman's hand, and you are practicing hard in bed every day.
Craftsmanship, if you die this time, it will be a real loss!"
"Hey, it's not too bad for you. Look at the boy on the left, he's younger than you. You can tell from his look that he's a little virgin. Hehe, that's a big disadvantage!"
Wang Zhao was startled and looked over following the sound.
In his impression, he did not remember the soldier's name, but he remembered his nickname.
Seeing him lowering his head and silently refilling the magazine, he couldn't help but said: "Hey, Pankey, what are you thinking about?"
"ah!"
Pan Jian was startled and raised his head to look at Wang Zhao.
This guy, who is younger than me, is only 21 years old. He looks childish and shakes his head: "It's nothing..."
As he spoke, his eye circles became a little red.
He just resisted and refused to let the tears fall. He was afraid that if he cried, he would be looked down upon by others.
Wang Zhao's heart twitched, and he stepped forward and grabbed Panqian's shoulder: "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Do you miss your girlfriend?"
When he said this, the corners of other people's mouths cracked.
Pan Keyian curled his lips and shook his head: "No...I don't have a girlfriend!"
"I do not have either!"
After Wang Zhao finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the others: "But I have money. After we finish this battle, if you know the Tanggong Xianzhi Nightclub in City S, I will ask you to have ten girls waiting for each of you. We will live there
He will be the emperor for a month!"
"Haha, if your grandpa finds out, he can hang you from a tree and beat you!"
Wang Zhao didn't care at all about the teasing voices in his head. Instead, he grinned and said, "I'm happy."
Everyone present, whether it was Beckett or these soldiers, was not a hot-tempered man.
It’s just that in normal training conditions, I can only watch from a distance as the beautiful logistics staff walked by. I really didn’t even hold the girl’s hand. When they heard Wang Zhao’s words, they all smiled.
He looked like an animal, listening to Wang Zhao bragging with interest b.
What about cross-dressing, stockings, role-playing...etc., etc., there are so many services that I can't even type them out.
"You're a virgin, how do you know so much??"
Seeing Wang Zhao's confident expression, even the voice in his head was surprised.
Wang Zhao felt a burst of contempt in his heart. He had never eaten pork or seen a pig running. He had read a book called The Horrible Postman before, and it was written in it!
It's a pity that I can't find the last few pages of this book, but I haven't finished reading the ending, which makes me feel uncomfortable thinking about it.
As he was talking, Pan Keyian suddenly choked up.
Wang Zhao panicked and hurriedly pulled Pankey's arm: "Pankey, if you don't like this, tell me that you will call me brother from now on. I will never lose your share of what I have!"
However, when Pan Keyian heard this, although he tried his best to control Xiang Xiao, tears still rolled down the corners of his eyes.
"Brother... I want to eat the dumplings made by my mother..."
The choking sound of the keyboard made the others look dumbfounded, yes, dumplings!
New Year approached.
Some people even haven’t thought of that plate of hot dumplings deep in their memory for a long, long time.
Suddenly, tears began to flow from the corners of people's eyes.
Wang Zhao was stunned for a while. He didn't have much impression of the Chinese New Year.
Even because of the special reasons of the Wang family, the New Year is just an ordinary festival.
There is no so-called party, no so-called family routine, and even no walking around with relatives and friends.
When he was born, he only knew that his father was a famous playboy...well, this title was just a way of putting money on his father's face.
Strictly speaking, his father is the infamous Alexandre Dumas.
As for their mother...Wang Zhao himself had never seen what his mother looked like.
Perhaps what left the deepest impression on me was the meticulous care the old housekeeper gave me.
But when I look at the moist eyes of these soldiers and the reminiscence in their eyes.
Wang Zhao didn't know where the courage came from, and stood up in a flash: "Brothers, I have never eaten those dumplings you mentioned, but I want to eat them. My family has everything, but I am not lucky enough.
I want to eat dumplings this year, and I want to go to your houses to eat them door to door."
When Wang Zhao said this, everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Zhao.
Even Beckett was moved.
"I don't know who will be alive in the end, but if I survive, I will take you all out of here, and then at this year's New Year's Eve dinner, we will eat dumplings together!"
As he spoke, everyone nodded and stood up, their eyes flashing with blazing light and said in unison: "Captain, come to our house, let's eat dumplings together!"
Under the loud voice, Wang Zhao felt that deep in his heart, a missing piece of the puzzle suddenly became complete.
"Ding ding ding..."
At this time, the information board on the arm was updated again with a new message.
[Mission: Retreat quickly and gather in the center to prepare the battlefield, quickly!!]
Seeing this news, Wang Zhao took a deep breath, pulled up the keyboard on the floor, grinned and showed his neat white teeth: "Let's go, brothers, let's go gather. After this battle, let's go home and eat dumplings."
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"eat dumplings!"
The crowd roared.
But at this moment, Wang Zhao added something lightly in his mind, making Wang Zhao almost choke to death on his own saliva: "Eat the dumplings. After eating the dumplings, hehe... find my sister-in-law!"
