The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

If Heath Moore were to use a very flowery term to describe these guys——

Clean the streets!

To put it more simply: God of Plague!

Mutual benefit is possible, trade is possible, and cooperation is possible, but he hopes that after that, at the right time, at the right place, in the right and decent way, he will gradually drift away from each other. You will follow your track and I will be mine. gun.

The young servant appeared like a ghost: "Master, it's over. The Tsepesh family, except Tsepesh I and Tsepesh II, were all killed on the spot. No one was missed. I personally examined the bodies, and there were still shadows left. The department monitors every step of the way.”

"That guy from Old Tsepes took action directly after he returned?"

"Yes, but he only killed the collateral members himself, but he didn't seem surprised when he saw our people passing by."

"What other methods does he have that we don't have control over?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case at the moment, but his behavior makes it hard not to make people suspect that he has another way to escape."

"He can only live for 15 more hours. This is his bottom line, and it is also Monroe's bottom line."

"Master, why don't you cooperate with him?"

"Cooperation? From an unknown second-generation ancestor to the entire Tepesh family, hundreds of thousands of well-trained troops, including the empty island, have become a pot of bloody porridge. Not only does Monroe have no reason to intervene, he even wants to What kind of plan is this to promise a heroic title? What kind of brainpower is this? To hope to cooperate with this kind of brat, marrying him is just a trick! An Er doesn't understand these things." Heath Moore sneered: "If it is necessary, then it will only be strong enough if I can marry him or if he can marry me. What do you think?"

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"I think? What gave you the illusion that you can wantonly insult the leaders with a population of 10 million?" Li Cang made no secret of his disgust: "Isn't it enough to cheer you up?"

"You think you won't be able to save enough for No. 2 in a while, so it won't be profitable to grab it, right?"

Lao Wang made a sound of disdain and even more disgusted.

This is called knowing people, knowing their faces, and knowing their hearts. You know my strengths and weaknesses, and I know your depths. They are destined to be a pair of hooky and lost roundworms who interact with each other and become each other's confidants.

Lao Wang thought about it for a while, but still couldn't hold it back, and continued to beep softly: "So the method used by old Cepes is the same as yours, just to pile up people's lives?"

"There is everything in the dream. As long as that thing can still be used after the sea of ​​thunderstorms. As long as there is a little hope, the choice of old Tepesh will never be to randomly select lucky viewers to fight for the family business for the rest of his life. It can be Just take some people away."

"That's true." Lao Wang added: "But why does this guy think he can still live? Does he mean he wants to pay enough fines and dance with the noobs in Monroe?"

"Because it can be used in seas of thunderstorms."

"Grass," Lao Wang thought, talking to this kind of person is really boring. He is simply a topic ender: "Then this is not in vain, why not just kill him. Anyway, the principle is almost the same as the big magic wand to overcome the tribulation version. He will die." That stick is useless, even if you get it out of the sea of ​​thunderstorms."

"I'm not a murderer. What's the point of killing someone who is bound to die without getting more gold coins?"

"?"

How on earth did you have the nerve to say these words? What kind of shame do you have, how thick are you?

Lao Wang was madly dissing Li Cang in his heart, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind: "So it's not a good cake. The sons of bitches like Monroe have figured out that this old guy wants to live, and they will never compensate you for anything of real value. Deliberately not killing, or simply afraid of the stick, preparing to eat fresh and hot food after the compensation is paid? Then the old Tepesh felt that he could survive, so he went home and started playing movies to recharge the stick as a backup. After all, he was now I can’t leave even if I want to!”

Li Cang looked at him strangely: "Why can't you leave?"

"The sequelae are 'blasphemy'. Besides, all the people in Monroe who are waiting to eat meat are staring at him!"

"There is a big problem with your understanding. 'Desecration' is a punishment for breaking the dual protection of prayer and contract. It has nothing to do with anything else."

"Hold the grass?"

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Old Tsepesh and "Monroe" cooperated internally and externally to achieve outstanding results. The entire Tsepesh family's actual control area was filled with blood, and even a living dog may not be found.

Under the fiery and coveting gazes of all parties, Old Cepes walked aimlessly in this Shura field with no unnecessary expression on his face.

There are two reasons why no one touches him for the time being. One is that the [Tease of the Laws of War] has not yet been implemented, and the Monroe people do not want to cause trouble. The other is that there are still 47 "Wraith Spirits" available for Old Tsepesh's golden scepter. He can still be a great mage at least three times, and no one wants to be that lightning rod.

The members of the Tepesh family have all been wiped out. It is impossible to recharge the scepter, but this does not mean that old Tepesh has no room for struggle. He still has a large number of slave soldiers controlled by the prayer contract. , Blade Knights and even the core more than two hundred Gonzalez Dragon Blood Riders.

In any modern war, the country's compensation after losing will not be as simple as losing a fixed amount of currency. Compared with other more painful and hidden conditions, the small troubles of sharp currency depreciation are like mosquitoes sucking blood. Not worth mentioning.

But what old Tepes needs to do now is to keep the coin of destiny in his hand.

From time to time, he would choose some physical or virtual things to pray for the green light to cover and judge the value. His brows would tighten and relax. The rule of intention material \u003e destiny coin \u003e sky island is not just a line. The little coin guy is really implementing it seriously. Except for the constant destiny coin, the value coefficients of the remaining two are very different.

The so-called compensation principle means that if the law of war thinks it is worth so much, then it can only be worth so much, just like the standard pricing model of the little coin guy's prayer and sacrifice.

If you really have no idea, you can learn about it from the old cannibalistic pawnshop. The night-light pearl in Cixi's mouth is just a "broken half of the rotten fluorite two pieces of live deed will not be accepted" business there. Any clerk will do it on the spot with a few melons and dates.

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[Subordinate of the defeated party ‘Renajiel Rashid Vlad Tepesh’:

Unit Sky Island has been included in the war compensation, totaling 3.3939 million Destiny Coins;

3729t of various materials have been included in the war compensation, totaling 638,900 Destiny Coins;

44t of various intended materials such as energy matrix, blood fragments, bone fragments, etc. have been included in the war compensation, totaling 1.6323 million Destiny Coins;

2.0069 million Destiny Coins have been included in the war compensation]

[All the above war compensations totaling 7671962.7 Destiny Coins have been transferred to the prayer interface or the main island of the subordinate of the victorious party ‘Li Cang’. For details, please expand the secondary interface or go to the main island to view]

[War compensation settlement is completed, and the teasing of the law of war is over]

Old Wang rubbed his eyes, surprised that his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, and everything from the gums to the cardia was visible at a glance.

"Fuck you, why so much?!" Even if Lao Wang was gifted, he couldn't open and close his mouth to lick back 60 million units of the island area: "How many square meters equal one square kilometer? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? Fuck, are we leaving the county and entering the city?"

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Li Cang was extremely relieved.

If the two of them were taught math by the same physical education teacher, then he would have been waving a coffin board full of formulas on his way to clean up the mess.