I am omnipotent because of wine

How could it be a real world? It's not scientific at all.

Doomsday, how dangerous it is, people have turned into monsters.

How could that ferocious monster who knows no pain, only knows how to attack and only know appetite, be hacked to the head by a human so easily.

Jack Su, who doubted his life, tried to get comfort from his girlfriends, but because of his long-term depression and overwhelmed state, those girlfriends had already said goodbye to him.

Just kidding, when you are still standing still here, others have already moved forward slowly, even if the speed is slow, you can be advancing, and it is only natural for those who are standing still to be overtaken.

However, Jack Su felt that he could not give up so easily. Whether he was reborn or traveled to a parallel world, as long as he was still alive, as long as he proved that he was still alive in this world, then he must become a master!

It must be an existence that makes others feel noticeable.

However, the heir had already sharpened his sword and waited for him... Before he even thought about crawling out of the soil that buried half of his body, he was directly pushed deep into the soil.

As for the style... cabbage or something, I don't want to be called the father of cabbage at all. The style is trying to take a high-end route.

It has already begun to recruit apprentices, the first apprentice is Xu Rui who was picked up, and the second apprentice is Qinggong boy, who taught the two children martial arts mental skills.

Because the martial arts mental method is also produced from the inside out, after some research and degradation of Ming Xinzong's martial arts, it was found that although it can be cultivated, the spiritual energy in this world is still slowly decreasing.

This world is originally an era of doomsday. If human beings want to return to the previous civilization and peace, then the aura will disappear after all, and the practice will be useless in the end. Maybe some people will have some bad thoughts, such as The innate aura is extracted from the human body for cultivation.

Style is never afraid to speculate on human beings with the greatest malice, because he himself occasionally has a lot of bad thoughts, but the heart that acts as a cage can lock firmly the devil buried in it.

For these unnecessary troubles, Style simply didn't teach them the skills of cultivating immortals, and gave everyone as much as possible the martial arts and mental skills, and started writing a medical book by the way.

All the techniques about Chinese medicine and the brain holes about Western medicine that I taught him have been recorded. As for whether other people can understand what, it doesn't matter for the time being.

In the future there will be people who want to study these things.

It is impossible to achieve all aspects of style, the future still has to be in the hands of you young people, as for me, dad?Just be immortal.

Cough, I was wrong, just open my canteen honestly.

The business of the commissary is getting better and better, and the strength of the head of the commissary has been known to many people.

Style's days are getting more and more lively, except for the two brats who are fighting for pets at home every day, and someone will pay a lot of money to invite him out of the mountain to solve some problems.

The former captain has now become the matchmaker between those who want to do business with him and the style.

This is not today he came again.

"What's the business this time?" Style was sitting on the sofa with a wine glass in his hand, dangling, the only wine left in the space, you should drink it sparingly!

He obviously looked very lazy, but the two kids next to him, Xu Rui and the Qinggong boy, didn't dare to do anything wrong.

Because the end is coming, the wine is getting less and less.Good wine is even more pitiful, otherwise it has been damaged due to environmental reasons.

As a result, the style is more cherished for drinks.

These two brats fought for favor two days ago and knocked over a bottle of Wuliangye.

The original style cheerfully watched the two of them fight, looking like an old man, but the moment the wine bottle shattered, his face changed drastically, from an old man to a big devil in an instant, facing the two of them like a That's right, the kind that swells the butt from the beating.

The two young boys cried shamelessly.None of them rescued themselves from the clutches of style.

Looking at the style of drinking now, I can't wait to be well-behaved like a primary school student being watched by the teacher.

I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll break something.

"There is news about a professor in Wucheng, the winner of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry ten years ago. It is reported that among the existing professors who have knowledge about the chemical biological chain, this professor who has news has the greatest possibility to completely solve the zombies."

The captain first said what kind of existence that person is. A while ago, a rich and powerful person gave him a lot of crystal cores and asked him to match him.After being attached to Style, the result was that he was asked to save a brat. Although Style didn't want to go, but he still had professional ethics, he went. After tossing a lot of troublesome things, I was so angry that I didn't accept the order for half a month.

"If that professor isn't an idiot, always saying in the pile of zombies that he wants to get some zombies as test subjects, I will accept this order."

Style never underestimates the brain circuits of some people who specialize in certain aspects.

Genius and madman are so close together.

And occasionally their minds are actually quite in sync.

There was a drop of sweat left on the captain's forehead, he wiped it away with his hand, and said helplessly, "No, that professor is very young and very self-aware. If he wants to die, it doesn't matter if you give him up, anyway, just say he There is the greatest possibility, nothing is absolute.”

Seeing what the captain said so clearly, Style chuckled, "That's fine, I'll take this order."

After that, he patiently told the two little boys not to mess with him a lot when he was out on missions.

With a gentle face on his face, he said, "You two take good care of your house. If you find that my wine cabinet and wine cellar have been damaged, you don't want to know the consequences. Of course, if my things are intact If you stay where you are, then I will bring you gifts back." It was just the voice coming out of the gap between the teeth, which made the two cubs shiver.

Xu Rui immediately raised his hand, "I promise I won't mess up your things, brother, and I will take good care of your house. Be careful when you do tasks, brother."

The Qinggong boy was a little slow to react. Seeing Xu Rui's dog-legged appearance, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you really encounter any particularly dangerous situation, you can run away by yourself and don't worry about those burdens. I don't care about you. ,snort."

"Understood, you two remember to eat well." Style carried a decorative bag behind his back, walked forward, and waved his hand to receive it.

The two teenagers behind were also waving vigorously.

When Style and the captain met at the gate of the Green Light Base, it turned out that he was not alone in this mission, nor were some mercenaries or other characters, but the military.

As soon as Feng Style rolled his eyes, he felt that these people might care about that professor, and suddenly became interested, "How much crystal core did you give me for this mission?"

Style actually doesn't care how many crystal nuclei the things in his small shop can sell, and in a way it can be regarded as treating money as dung.

Style was speaking to a character who looked like a leader among the group of people wearing military uniforms. That man's gaze was like a wolf eagle. When he turned to look at him, Style felt that the air temperature around him had dropped a lot. This person should be very comfortable to get along with.

"Do you have any questions about a thousand third-level crystal nuclei?" The man looked so serious and took the overall situation into consideration, but in fact he had a lot of unhappiness in his heart as his subordinates thought.

He is just the head of a commissary. Even if he is powerful, he is not that strong. At most, he has some life-saving means that ordinary people can't imagine.

When they came out of the green light base, many soldiers in their team were very dissatisfied with the style.

They talked about how much food a thousand third-level crystal nuclei can buy, how many ordinary people can live for how long, and so on. In short, they feel that spending so many crystal nuclei is pure waste.

And the captain seemed to think so too.

"Oh, no problem." Style said thoughtfully, so many crystal nuclei should be able to exchange a lot of wine, but it's better not to say it directly.

Seeing that these people are very dissatisfied with him, if he really speaks out, it may cause hatred, which is unnecessary.

There are about twenty people in a group.

A truck and a car, and that's it.

Wucheng was one of the first cities to fall, and it has already become the world of zombies, which shows the degree of danger.

Previously, the captain and Style said that they only got the news that the professor was in Wucheng. Later, when they had dinner with the people in the team, Style's good temper still won the favor of some people in the team, and only then did they learn that they actually already had I got accurate information about the professor.

It was already a week later when I completely arrived in Wucheng.

I don’t even bother to think about how many nasty zombies I encountered during this process, but it’s easy to solve anyway.

Just too much and a waste of time.

The people in the team seem to want to show the value of their style in front of the style, and they don't seem to be worth a thousand third-level crystal nuclei. Often when he wants to make a move, those people have already dealt with the zombies. The style is simply not shot.

Keep it in style.

Trucks and cars were parked in a barren field.

Style thought he wanted to rest here for a while, but he didn't expect that man with wolf eagle eyes to take out something that looked like a remote control, and after a while of fiddling, a passage appeared on the ground...

Style's eyes lit up, but he soon calmed down again. After all, this is not an ancient society. It is normal to have such a strict mechanism that he can't even notice.

A group of people walked along the passage for a while before seeing an elevator.

The captain volunteered to go up to open the elevator, and the zombies with fangs and claws rushed towards him...