The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Rao Qifang's doubts are actually very marketable among subordinates, because the walking corpses were transformed after the first batch of human beings died in the disaster. Even Mr. Lu Xun once said that it is impossible for a person to die twice in a short period of time , so the subordinates generally treat it as a strange corpse with some vital signs and activity.

Another advantage of this kind of thinking is that it can try to avoid thinking that this thing was once a human being, and even cause any psychological barriers.

What ostrich mentality?Subordinates are never ostriches when it comes to being ostriches.

In fact, regardless of whether it is relative or real, we can generally think that human beings are intelligent creatures governed by free will and limited by objective laws, but the alienated species of walking dead
It can only be said that they have successfully subverted the human cognition of existing life, or greatly expanded the human cognition of the upper limit of life forms.

Oh, it turns out that you can still be "alive" like this?

Putting everything aside, with absolute freedom and survival instinct as the motivation and motivation, I really don't know whether to say that they belong to a kind of real liberation or accept the slavery of instinct.

cough.
Far away.

Rao Qifang only has one place as a servant of fate, and her attitude towards this thing is like the love of many little girls: feeling.

All in all it's mystical.

If the feeling comes, then this quota can be handed over.

If you don't feel it, then as long as the intensity can keep up and it can substantially improve and help her, she doesn't really mind forcing herself to be a fool.

"Well, it's actually very important to look good!" Rao Qifang stared at Wufu's body for a while and thought, his expression immediately changed from eager to try to disgusted with lingering fear: "Fortunately, it was confiscated, I decided, or a beautiful little girl , or... Do you think Yutiandi looks better or the three-headed dragon?"

Li Cang sighed faintly, suddenly felt that his own mother was much more difficult to deal with than Da Leizi.

emmm, sacks of balls?
Let's just say, is there such a possibility? It seems that waiting for Monroe to blow up, putting the red-haired girl in a sack, and giving it to Rao Qifang as a servant of fate can satisfy all Rao Qifang's fantasies about the servant of fate!

In this way, wouldn't it be beautiful for mothers to be kind and sons to be filial? !
"Smash it? Smash it!"

"Huh? Oh, I'm distracted, I'm distracted"

The transmission channel of the same-source link has been opened, and the cheap dog legs are blowing out in all directions with the turbulent attitude of the supermarket's bargain hunters and aunts robbing eggs, filling the gap between the two sides of the melee in an instant, and it is full of water. .

Doglegs are indeed weak, but the 4000 people who appeared at the base were carefully selected. The overall or average number may not be easy to say, but if the strength of the outstanding combat elites trained by the base is not as strong as Si Tafford's marauding gang, that's where the fun really is.

These 4000 people are quite strong in their own right, and they have no worries. In other words, they only need to work hard to increase their DPS with the cooperation of this bloodline second son who is completely unafraid of any kind of damage and only wants to seek ye.

"My mother, this is too cool, everyone, I dare say that we will never have many chances to have such a decent fight in this life, it's just feeding food into your mouth, isn't it!"

"So, when I play games, I like hard assistants!"

"Fuck your mother! What do you mean? Don't scream when you are hurt, I tell you! You don't deserve to eat my milk!"

"That's right, a couple who spent a night repaying their kindness for a hundred days, scolded the cook face to face without even laying down their jobs, what kind of milk do you want my old lady to give you, motherly love?"

"Family flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers, heh, teammates have never disappointed people."

"Strike, quit!"

"."

The scene was full of harmony, friendship and joy.

Mr. Cang is a well-known day-to-day person, and it is unlikely that he will be extravagant and desperate to summon a higher-value species. It is too scary to have a back and forth, so the number 1 and 2 dog legs are already the limit. The raw materials for this thing are in stock There is no shortage in the mill, and the return rate of sacrifices is extremely high.

Besides, under such circumstances, if the team at the base still suffers casualties, it can only be said that they are not worthy of being alive at all.

When Zhuge Liang helped Adou, he didn't wait on this dung pile. Really, he, Rao Qifang, and Li Leisi were all present, the stripper's prayers were not limited, and all kinds of healing prayers and healing props were arranged casually, and there were thousands of them. Tens of thousands of dog legs acted as living human shields. Li Cang really couldn't think of any more outrageous injuries for this group of people besides sprained ankles.

If it’s really impossible, find a card with Braille, wash it and sleep by yourself.

Li Cang himself doesn’t think so, but Rao Qifang will make him think so too. Originally, Li Cang was going to get a few batches of magic mountain to come over for a symbolic meaning, to end it quickly and then find each mother and go back to each house. It was going to be cold, but Instructor Rao said that this could barely be regarded as a rare opportunity to practice. If the base really got the Colosseum in the end, it would not be for nothing, and there must be some progress, right?

Of course Li Cang had nothing to say.

Stafford had something to say.

In just a few minutes of the war, Stafford has fully realized his mistake. [Colosseum] and [Teasing of the Laws of War] are the same thing. In theory, this thing belongs to the subordinates first. Skills, and then it has a certain nature of the "referee" attribute of the little coin boy. If the owner of the skill is not allowed to be both a goalkeeper and a referee, it is already exhausting the moral bottom line of his life.
Fairness is relative, and bias is inevitable.

Stafford still has certain restrictions on "summoning" servants of fate when entering the beast fighting stage. Like the number of participants, the number of servants he summons is the upper limit of the number of opponents.

He is the cause, and the other is the effect.

But this kind of prudence, which was quite reliable, seemed so weak and ridiculous under Teacher Cang's unreasonable tactics of walking corpses. It is true that Stafford and the servants of fate carefully cultivated by four thousand men are stronger, but without When it exceeds a certain threshold, it is impossible to use one as a hundred or even one as a thousand. You can only watch helplessly as the other party uses that bullshit cannon fodder to cooperate with their hands to drown their own members and servants of fate one by one.

What's even more scalp-numbing is that the opponent's "portal gate" has never closed since it was opened. No matter how many cannon fodders die, there will always be more rushing into the battlefield. He can't imagine a person with What is the concept of such a number of servants of fate, how is this possible?
Fighting geese all day long but being pecked blind by geese, Stafford can only be described as bitter and self-aware.

Not to mention that the Pokémon ball itself is damaged and cannot be used for capture. Yes, forcible storage during the battle will be automatically defined as capture.

Even if there is no damage, Stafford will not make the decision to take back the Servant of Fate. Based on the opponent's combat power, taking back the Servant of Fate will only cause the scene to collapse instantly.

However, what he waited for was not only the disappearance of the buffs of Peacock Girl and Totem Boy, but also being slapped in the face in his best field, and a warrior who was slapped off like Minion B.

Stafford was scared to death!
If it wasn't for the protection of the eccentric eyes of the Colosseum, he might have been severely injured by the woman who flashed over in the first place, and the peacock girl had actually suffered on his behalf!

When he saw the emptiness in the middle of the arena where the crowds were cheering but no one dared to disturb him, Stafford really gritted his teeth and sucked his blood.

They are playing me!

They treat me, everyone, this war as a farce!

"you--"