My wife is the reborn boss

What he uses is a strange weapon: a drill.

It is said that it was passed down from his ancestors.

Simmons stroked his chin and analyzed: "Brother, there is nothing to fear from the knight tribe. As far as my younger brother knows, Zhan Tianshen from the knight tribe is about to leave. Although I don't know where he is going, it is nothing more than the Fire Sword, Warrior and other tribes.

Our most important opponents are the Fire Sword Tribe, the Green Kai Tribe and the Raptor Tribe.According to the rules, as long as they win, they are eligible to challenge last year's First Tribe Warrior Tribe. "

He said unwillingly: "It's a pity that the rich brother is trapped in the Heart Forging Bureau and doesn't know the result. Otherwise, the three of us will still have a chance to fight with them."

Embiid smiled slightly: "Even if you fail, it doesn't matter. We are all only in our early 30s. There are still long days to come, and there will always be opportunities."

"Trust the process."

Simmons twitched the corner of his mouth, god damn believe in the process...

This big brother is good everywhere, the only downside is that he likes to say this sentence every day.

He was about to say something more, but found that Embiid's expression changed in front of him, so he asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Just after asking, his face also changed.

Because he was slightly weaker than Embiid, he also felt the undisguised, malicious aura of a strong man.

If you want to compare it, it's as eye-catching as a muscular sister in a bathhouse full of slim beauties.

"Brother! The visitor is not kind!" Simmons said anxiously.

"He won't come even if he is good." Embiid sighed, and said with a smile: "Relax, there are two possibilities for this person to come here. It is nothing more than provocation or vote. It doesn't matter."

If he votes, it's nothing more than slapping himself in the face and then joining the Philadelphia tribe. It doesn't matter if he is slapped in the face if there is such a master joining.

If it's provocative, he can't help but slap himself in the face.Anyway, the rest of us are still young, what we have to do now is to keep a low profile and endure, and only when we grow up can we kill.

No matter whether the opponent voted or provoked, it was nothing more than a slap in the face.

Can he still kill people?

Moreover, the two of them won't necessarily lose if they team up. If he really wants to kill him, then he and others don't have to follow the grassland rules of one-on-one.

It's a pity that after all, there is no perfect martial arts theory formed on the grassland, so they don't know how to distinguish the difference between the innate and the natural environment of Taoism.

"Simon, follow me to meet this unkind master."

Simmons nodded and followed him out of the big tent.

"God, what orders do you have?" An old man guarding outside the tent asked respectfully.

He is the patriarch of the Philadelphia tribe, and these two gods were moved by him to come to the Philadelphia tribe.

"Let the soldiers get ready, a new god is coming." Embiid ordered.

Next to it, Simmons added: "The other party is not kind, let everyone be careful, and don't be provocative."

"Yes!" The old patriarch nodded yes, and asked again: "Do you want to call the guards who protect Lord Fultz?"

"No need." Embiid walked out, "Xiaofu should wake up sooner or later. When he wakes up, he must notify the god immediately."

"Yes!" The old patriarch bowed his head and answered, turned around and arranged to go.

Although the Philadelphia tribe is a big tribe, it has only risen recently, so the herdsmen have not yet acquired the lazy habits of the big tribe.In just one stick of incense, the entire tribe was mobilized.

Embiid and the two led hundreds of heavily armed elite fighters out of the tribal range to form a formation, quietly waiting for the arrival of the other party.

After a while, they saw a man wearing a blue long cloth shirt in the style of the southern country walking slowly.

The two of them looked carefully and found that the man was talking to himself.

The two looked at each other with a dark feeling.

This person... I'm afraid he is not a fool, is he?

On the grassland, unlike the southern country, there is a complete theoretical system, so most of the masters are finished after inexplicably entering the game of casting hearts.

Among the few masters who survived the Heart-Forging Bureau, many of them were mentally damaged, and became crazy or a little neurotic from then on.

The person in front of him is likely to be like this.

The two raised their vigilance.

Originally, if the other party did what the two of them thought, then no matter whether they voted for their names or came to slap them in the face, they should not be in any danger.

But it's different if you're on the opposite side with a brain (literally). After all, there is no logic at all for a madman to go crazy.

One second he might be chatting and laughing happily with others, the next second he draws out his knife...and commits suicide.

At this time, the neuropathy in their eyes, the young handsome Wu Qiong with extraordinary temperament and appearance, was talking on the phone with three girls.

I don't know why the people from the Ministry of Industry are so talented that they can connect multiple conch shells to one "channel".

Could it be that the world will develop QQ and WeChat directly across the phone in the future?

But these are some and nothing, he is comforting the three of them at this time:

"Don't worry, it's okay, you don't know me yet, how could I be involved in something dangerous!"

"What is the strength of the opponent?" Xiao Bai's indifferent voice came out.

Wu Qiong raised his head and took a look: "Both are innate, one sword and one, take them away directly."

"Brother Poor, don't forget what you said you wanted us to agree to your terms!" Shi'er said.

"Sure." Wu Qiong patted his chest, "I'll tell you my secret after hacking them to death."

He chuckled: "This is a secret that only I know."

"Then I'm looking forward to your secret." Her Majesty the Empress smiled, "Qiang, in short... be careful in everything."

"rest assured."

Wu Qiong took back the conch, and "Years" came out of its sheath:

"I'm Jordan! I've heard about the names of the two gods of the Philadelphia tribe for a long time! I hereby come to challenge you! Swords have no eyes, life and death are irrelevant!"

He looked at the two of Embiid Simmons, grinned, showing his big white teeth that could represent toothpaste: "Who will come first?"

Seeing the solemn faces of the two, he caressed "Sai Yue" without being pierced by wooden thorns: "Or you two can go together, I'm in a hurry."

Embiid was about to speak, when Wu's expression changed, and he reached out to stop Simmons: "Xiaofu is out."