After Becoming a Little Sister

Colonel Mo did not speak, and skillfully led his teammates to fight with each other. The two sides launched a fierce dog fight simulation in this marginal sea - the simulation means that everyone has a tacit understanding not to shoot, you chase me and I chase You, if I catch up with you, I will let you hehehe.

"...Well, it seems that Colonel Mo hasn't found his own dragon, otherwise he would have rubbed against the opponent's entire formation."

After watching the excitement in the sky for a while, and then glancing at the God of the Northwest Wind, who couldn't be hidden no matter how deep the water was, the girl in the black robe shook her head, and looked back at the tentacle ship monster that was close at hand——

"Looking at your weak appearance, you must be a poor flesh and blood ascension player? Be ashamed! Be ashamed!"

Speaking of which, she raised her little helper, and the crystal bomb dared to break a waving flesh and blood tentacle with a single shot: "As a psionic ascension player, I! It's your dear! Big brother—now I ask! You answer! Speak loudly about the source of original sin pollution to which you belong!"

"hiss--------"

The mental puncture came like a tide, and the tentacle ship monster, who sensed the deepest coercion, used all the skills at the bottom of the box.

then……

Then a certain monster picked out its ears, with a look of hatred.

"Can't hear you! You're not energetic enough! Big Brother says you can't hear you! Try again!"

"..."

PS: There is a little moth, my heart is hurting, cuckoo

PS2: continue tomorrow

Section 940 0922-Erwuzi khaki royal sister (for August monthly ticket 8/?

Such things as naval spirit infusion sticks are already a thing of the past.

Everyone likes to use the navy spirit infusion gun these days-Harry Potter thinks this thing is much better than the magic wand.

Guru Lingbo, cut the gun!

The tentacle ship monster was incompetent and furiously trying to exterminate this damned ant, but the problem was that as long as its tentacles came out of the water, it was like a duck being hunted by Uncle Water Troheim. One shot at a time, the other party was simply shooting.

And those tentacles on the bottom of the sea couldn't lift their strength at all—the sea area near Da Yaya had already started to freeze.

Low-temperature ice balls floated on the surface of the sea, and there were more below, and the tentacles slapped and entangled before being frozen hard before going far.

Although everyone likes to play hard, it is obvious that the tentacle ship monster is a kind of xp that is relatively unique, and likes to play with slimy.

Da Yaya itself was born as a killer whale that can move freely in the Arctic and Antarctic regions. It has the ability to adapt to cold ice. After evolution, it can even use the BUG skill of freezing light spray, which is not very easy to use against living organisms.

The tentacle ship monster shouldn't have never done anything, and shouldn't have fought a naval battle with Da Yaya.

It should have lured Da Yaya to the shore, maybe it would have won that way, it really doesn't understand tactics at all.

"The voice is so low, you still want to pollute the blue star?"

"boom--"

"I, Lu Yanqing, said I couldn't hear it! I just couldn't hear it!"

"boom--"

"Restart! Louder! Don't look around! Are you acting like a villain?!"

"boom--"

Fighting, everyone is fighting, fighting in the sky and in the sea, but the man with the hooked nose wants to slip away.

It was too chaotic—too magical and realistic.

What are these?What about logic?What's the point?

Doesn't this world have any commendable story lines?Shouldn't the plot be as step-by-step as I arranged?

Make a conspiracy by yourself, then implement the plan, and then in the process of implementing the plan, some so-called justice messengers who are overwhelmed, maybe they will invade their own base, maybe they will find their own location, and then a big battle-finally He will drive out his own nuclear submarine, show off his force, and let those lone rangers understand what is called a giant steel whale and what is called military power.

Everything was so beautiful in the first place, he was like a big devil waiting to enter the devil city, he just set off from Xinshou Village and walked on the road.

But no, his plan encountered obstacles before it even started, seeing that even the remaining Eastern European branch had to die here.

It would be better to say that when Big Bob got angry, the Eastern Europe branch was already finished, and what is left alive now is just the remnants of Director O under the name of the Eastern European branch of the Gate of Reality—although there is a ship that can The god of the northwest wind who walks sideways, but after meeting a certain Esla who is enough to walk sideways on Blue Star, all these dreams seem to have come to an end, and they need to face reality.

The man with the hooked nose was not reconciled, he was not reconciled that his plot had ended before it even started.

He was even more unwilling to end the curtain by such a ridiculous guy, so he pressed the phone, as if he was ordering something——

The calm woman raised her hand again to stop him: "If you don't want to die here, I have a way."

As she said so, she glanced at the hooked-nosed man's cell phone. What was displayed on the screen were some terrifying nouns and buttons, which should correspond to the internal arsenal of that huge nuclear submarine.

The man with the hooked nose looked at her, as if he was examining something, and finally put down the phone.

"What can you do?"

You must know that what they are facing is not an individual or a certain group, but two huge countries that dominate Blue Star.

In front of them, even if things like nuclear submarines are very powerful, they are only in the very powerful category-the dark world has never been able to fight against regular powers, this is the case with the Holy Cross at its peak, and this is the case with Gaotianyuan with a long history. Hollow's Real Door Eastern Europe is no exception.

"It's up to you to choose, either give up the nuclear submarine and leave immediately, or—" the calm woman looked at her watch: "Let them divert their attention."

"How to divert attention?"

"Create a target that is more threatening than a nuclear submarine, or hold such a target hostage."

"Are you kidding me?" The hooked-nosed man sneered: "Do you think there is any target that is more conspicuous than a stateless strategic-class nuclear submarine? The only way I can do it now is to use the banner of the Millikin and put This nuclear submarine was handed over to the Seventh Fleet here, and then used the network of the Gate of Truth to get away!"

Although the man with the hooked nose was furious, he had a clear mind, and the thinking mode of the two harming each other whichever is less is not difficult to understand.

After all, he was born in the Gate of Truth, and he was connected with the interest groups of Milijian. Compared with going back to his old club and crying that he was only acting radically for the country, it was better than falling into the hands of the Republic, which has never dealt with it. inside.

It's as if the gang from the Ninth Bureau caught him driving a nuclear submarine around the door and had to give him a little red flower...

The worst outcome of returning to Millikin is nothing more than losing all the cards, and the original accumulation is forced to be handed over to Millikin. Losing this nuclear submarine that can sail across the seven oceans is of course no way for his own plan to fish in troubled waters, but at least Freedom is still there.

Millikin will definitely be interested in the various technical parameters of Maozi's God of the North Wind, even if it is out of the desire to buy bones with a lot of money, he will give him some compensation, and it is very likely that he will not be deprived of his current board seat. He was given the opportunity to return to Millikin.

Even though he had to face the Mellon plutocrat's Big Bob when he returned to Millikin, no matter how crazy the other party was, he wouldn't come to kill the hero with three hundred knives when he was in the limelight, would he?

The difference is as simple as throwing 100 yuan into the water, or sharing a [-]-[-] share with a friend who had a quarrel, even if it is [-], at least one is better than nothing. It is much stronger to have to be imprisoned until death.

And the Republic obviously guessed that he would choose between incompetent escape and defection, so it was not an anti-submarine formation that was sent directly, but a simple carrier-based aircraft-everyone didn't care that the fish that was about to be served could escape at all. No matter how far you go, you care about other diners coming to compete with you for food.

The Seventh Fleet also meant the same thing, so the carrier-based aircraft formation headed by Eagle King fought inseparably with the Republic's air elite led by Colonel Mo in the air. Several big guys.

The big black fish was very tired, but everyone didn't think about the big black fish, they only cared about themselves.

"Besides this, we have a third choice." The calm woman raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the woman riding the whale: "Her!"

"...Lu Yanqing, the tyrant of the black robe?" The hooked-nosed man's eyes were gloomy: "I know her, believe me, I know her better than your Rosicrucian Society, if it weren't for this damn guy, the Mellon family would have disappeared long ago Existed - but what does that have to do with where we are?"

"Your submarine may not be as valuable as her." The calm woman smiled, and she didn't even hide her seductive appearance: "Believe me, after you have her, you will have bargaining chips."

"The republicans will not choose to negotiate. On this kind of issue, they are tougher than any country, even Maozi is not as good as them."

"No, you misunderstood me. It's not negotiating with the Republic, but with Millikin, with the Gate of Truth, and even with our Rosicrucian." The calm woman looked at the back: "Negotiations with the Republic, deal Just for the Militia military, I don't think they're going to start WW[-] tonight."

The man with the hooked nose looked back at the woman riding the whale, as if he was thinking about something.

Xuanpao Tyrant Lu Yanqing.

The world-recognized first natural evolutionary, the most destructive existence among known human beings.

It is said that the other party still carries a secret that can change the future-even if nothing else is mentioned, simply cracking the secret of natural evolution is enough to advance human research on the code of life a big step forward, and even have a glimpse of super soldiers and immortality. The dawn of two major issues.

The former is an irresistible temptation for any country with ideals.

And the latter--I think those rich and powerful people will be crazy about it, the richer and more powerful they are, the more they fear time and long for longevity.

The man with the hooked nose took a deep breath: "How can you be sure that after I get her, everything about me won't be taken away directly? The Gate of Truth is not a good person."

"I thought you would respect the organization you work for." The calm woman pushed her glasses and smiled meaningfully: "Only the military is interested in things like nuclear submarines. Other forces don't want it, and they don't dare to want it. But a living apostle... Believe me, everyone will grab their heads and blood, that is the bargaining chip that can be used for negotiation, not the goods that have been pre-ordered by customers."

Who doesn't want to explore the secrets that involve the realm of gods?

There are even rumors in the dark world that the Xuanpao Tyrant has lived for more than 100 years, but he still looks like this in his prime.

And there is even more than one such case in the Republic—the white-headed Taixuan and she both came from the same faction, and they hold the mystery of immortality that the Republic has discovered thousands of years ago.

That emperor, the king who once ruled this continent, is still sleeping in a huge mountain. The other party once created countless terracotta warriors to be buried for him. He sealed the souls of those former soldiers in the terracotta warriors. , and these terracotta figurines will turn into an army to fight for him again when he wakes up, conquering the whole world.

To be honest, if you add "I, Qin Shihuang, pay money" in the second half, you can basically make up a scam SMS template, but the terracotta warriors and horses excavated are so famous that some crooked nuts who were originally skeptical came to see After reading it, I felt that there might be such a legend.

Maybe that emperor won't wake up, maybe those terracotta figurines can't become living people, but the secret of immortality should exist. The former emperor is so powerful, his power is like a god walking on land, Then what he believes and what he pursues may be a little bit true.

Even if this is the truth, just doubling, half, or even one-fifth or one-tenth of the current life expectancy is enough to attract those bigwigs who have a lot of money and have enjoyed the ultimate beauty in the world.

They don't trust history, but they believe in conspiracy theories, and believe that there are details unknown to human beings buried in the fog of history.

It's like black magic, like witches, like the church in the middle world, and the German black technology Third Reich that is now talked about by those fake army fans.

Nothing can make people feel the historical background more than those historical wonders that directly hollowed out mountains to serve as mausoleums and created so many vivid terracotta warriors and horse warriors. Washington's sanctification map is still painted in the Millikin Capitol On the dome of the ceiling, but everyone knows it is fake, because Washington is too close to everyone.

Whether it is the terracotta warriors or the pyramids, they are far enough away. The span of the long river of history has produced enough fog, dangerous but deadly, so fascinating.

The two apostles come from the same force, are equally powerful, and have the same youthful appearance spanning many years. If only one of them can still be called a mutation, then after the black-robed tyrant was born as a separate identity, these legends of the dark world are becoming more and more popular every day. It is all fermenting, and every minute and every second is being constructed with sufficient evidence and details to write a great book. Everyone seems to have found some plausible puzzles from the fog of history, and then pieced them together regardless of 21 [-], and jointly built A beautiful blueprint came out.

Look!That is the god of the future!

No one wants to be a god, even if the god is just a ball of spaghetti flying in the air.

The Xuanpao girl didn't know that she had evolved from a small monster to a big monster, and then from a ferocious monster to an apostle of God. The Tang monk walking in the world, as long as she was made into a tyrant sauce, there was hope that she could use it to investigate the so-called The mystery of immortality—even if it can't be solved, there are plenty of reasons to set up a project to set up some weird research project to attract the rich and powerful, and she is the foundation of the project.

At the moment, she is still fighting fiercely with the tentacle ship monster, using her navy spirit infusion gun to give the opponent strong support.

But Da Yaya was suddenly alert, wagging his tail and twisting his body, he staggered two positions to the left suddenly.

Behind them, two faint torpedo tracks appeared on the water!

"What the hell?!"

Even the girl in Xuanpao, who claims to be full of wisdom, didn't react to this change—could this big black fish still want to resist in this situation?

Lost my mind!It is true that the spirit is too much!

The ice made by Da Yaya hindered the progress of the two torpedoes. They hit the distant ice layer, as if hitting an iceberg or something else, and exploded suddenly. The flames were churning in the sea water. The shock wave rushed over along the water body, setting off huge waves.

The carrier-based aircraft formation fighting in the sky also stagnated for a moment, but then, the carrier-based aircraft formation on the Republic's side unanimously abandoned their tacit understanding and dropped their opponents, and swooped down collectively to kill the big black fish.

Even if I showed you the butt of the plane, would you dare to shoot me and stab me?