Farming At The Villain's House [ Danmei MTL ]

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Sure enough, it still doesn't work?

The chief of staff's eyes were dim, but it was also expected.

"Your Majesty think about it again..."

"No need," Yun Chexi was unexpectedly refreshed after intercepting the Chief of Staff's words, as if the plea just now was just the illusion of the two.

"After all, it is a military secret on your planet, I shouldn't raise it. I am so abrupt to ask for such an excessive request. I'm sorry."

He lowered his eyes, and his apologetic light blue eyes were overflowing soft.

In fact, your majesty is not guarding him.

The chief of staff was trying to explain on his behalf, and noticed that his majesty's tentacles were twisted, as if he couldn't write finely because of his emotions and confusion.

God of War has a lot to say.

He sees the tiredness of the frail young man's daily farming.

Although it has nothing to do with him, he still cares very much.

He wanted to say, don't rely on technology, since Xingyuan has awakened, it's not too late to start training now. 

Being strong is the long-term solution.

Throughout the temporary reach of the entire universe, he tore open the space alloy capsules that many aliens are proud of.

A flesh and blood body that can be broken when strangled lightly.

The only thing technology can surpass him is to escape fast.

The artificial wormhole creates a cosmic string, implements a spatial leap, and escapes to a place he can't kill.

However, the objects that can be moved by space transition are limited, and only one nanometer-sized spacecraft can be taken away.

The resources on the planet and civilians who are not qualified to board the spacecraft will be left behind.

"I've heard too many. This is the latest model of spaceship, you can't penetrate it!" and with unbelievable faces.

When he died, he took out a gun.

The God of War raised his hand and held the gun head, and his mental power was wrapped in a film.

Hold the gun.

Because the cabin of the spacecraft was torn, the alarm screamed, which meant that the dangerous red light was shining on the long silver hair.

Jin Tong looked at this novel toy with interest.

"Come, shoot, try to blow it up here.
Let's see who will die." 

"Monster, I want to die with you!"

There was a muffled sound.

The weapons of the new technology are indeed very powerful.

The person who pulled the trigger burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and the palm of the God of War was also blackened. 

He peeled off the whole piece of burnt skin, revealing the bloody cortex.

In less than five minutes, under the operation of the self-healing system, the palm of his hand returned to its usual flesh color, just because it was newly grown skin. 

The color should be whiter.

Frames of pictures flashed in the God of War's mind.

He was confident rather than conceited, and the reason for the enemy's defeat was deeply engraved in his mind.