Three-year-old Zai Zai became popular in the doomsday live broadcast room

The people who were swaying here and there just now stood up straight when they heard this, and embraced Yu Mian to the front.

Two army-green military off-road vehicles came from afar, rolling up the dust on the side of the road, and they were about to approach the city gate, but they showed no intention of stopping.

The closer the two cars got, the more clearly they could see the big snipers protruding from the left and right windows.

The comment area took a breath of air:
[Good guy, just come to collect a tax, and take so much money, it seems that the other party is not kind. 】

[Those big snipers seem to be the latest models, and the opponent's posture is very strong. In comparison, the Xincheng tribe, who can't make up [-] pistols in the whole tribe, is too far behind, right?It's not enough for others to fight at all. 】

[I always feel that when these people come here, it should be more than just collecting taxes. With only such a small number of people, can they really deal with it? 】

The vehicle was still driving towards this side, Yu Mian looked solemn, and suddenly raised her hand.

"Everyone." The childish voice was sonorous and powerful, "Now, all retreat back into the city and close the city gate."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, although they all had doubts in their hearts, they immediately retreated to the city quickly and orderly according to Yu Mian's words.

The guards guarding the gate on both sides immediately slammed the tall hollow iron gate shut.

Yu Mian stood up and looked out from the hollowed-out gap.

The two cars suddenly braked suddenly, and two people in black military uniforms got out of the car, each holding a large sniper in their hands.

The two people sitting in the co-pilot seats of the two cars remained motionless in the car. The man in black military uniform on the left rushed over and kicked the door vigorously: "People inside, open the door quickly!"

That person looked very irritable, so the strength on his feet was also very strong, and the rusty iron door rattled under his kicks.

The people outside are still shouting: "The number one general of Guangming City, General Aina, who came to collect your taxes today, why don't you open the door quickly and come out to welcome General Aina? Or, you Xincheng tribe, Do you want to rebel?"

The man's tone was arrogant and fierce, and the baby face became angry when he heard it: "His father, didn't he just haven't paid taxes for a month, and he shouted so rudely that he asked my old lady to go out and kill him..."

"Sister Babyface, don't be impulsive." The movement of Yu Mian waving her hand to hold Babyface made everyone take a step back, quietly took out a pistol from the space warehouse, and loaded it.

She calmly replied to the outside: "Let your general get out of the car."

"Who are you to order the general like that?" The man was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "Open the door quickly, or I will kill you."

"If you still want to collect taxes, listen to me and ask your general to get out of the car." Yu Mian didn't pay attention to the other party's threat at all, "Xincheng Tribe does not welcome anyone who is not polite. "

"you--"

"Okay, Yiwen, the other party is still a child, so you should be gentle when talking to children." A voice with a smile came from the opposite side.

Yu Mian saw a girl wearing a white military uniform with more than a dozen badges get off the passenger side of the car on the left through the gap in the door.

Tall, with a slightly lifted chin.

Her face was blocked by the shadow cast by the military cap on her head, but it could still be seen that she was an extremely arrogant and powerful woman.

"If I'm not mistaken, the kid opposite is Yu Mian, the newly appointed patriarch of the Xincheng Tribe, right?"

Yu Mian frowned subconsciously.

She was just elected as the patriarch of the Xincheng tribe the day before yesterday, and she was busy dealing with the handover all day yesterday, and she didn't send anyone to Guangming City to report that she was the new patriarch.

In the tribe, there are people placed by Guangming City.

Almost immediately, this thought popped into Yu Mian's mind.

Aina approached the iron gate, and the person who called out just now gave Aina a very solemn and standard military salute, and then stood aside with a large sniper.

"Little Yu Mian, I've already got off the car, please open the door."

"Click."

Yu Mian took a few steps back, and the guard slowly opened the iron gate.

Aina took a few steps forward, glanced at Jiang Qingyue who was standing on the left without a trace in her eyes, sneered, and quickly moved away.

In the end, she locked tightly on Yu Mian who was standing opposite her, showing disdain, but still smiled and stretched out her hand: "It's the first time we meet, I'm Aina, nice to meet you."

She said it was a pleasure to meet her, but Aina didn't even bend her waist, and didn't take off her hat and gloves.

A pair of eyes hidden under the shadow looked down at Yu Mian from above.

"Nice meeting, hello." Yu Mian barely managed to hold Aina's fingertips by stepping on her feet, but as soon as she took hold of it, Aina withdrew her hand, took out a handkerchief from her pocket in disgust, and wiped it. fingertips.

Yu Mian's eyelids twitched slightly, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the baby's face that was about to get angry again, so she could only continue to hold her smile, "If there is anything that I didn't treat well in the future, please forgive me, Auntie Ina."

Aina, who was wiping her hands, turned black with a "shua".

Angrily clenched the handkerchief into horizontal creases, and finally snapped it back into the pocket, saying coldly, "Hurry up and lead the way, we are tired and need to rest, is this how the Xincheng tribe entertains foreign guests?"

Yu Mian closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then opened her eyes again, tilting her head, beckoning Ah Qing to lead the way.

【Hiss, isn't this Admiral Aina too arrogant?It's fine if you don't take off your hat and gloves when shaking hands, why don't you even bend your waist?Zai Zai couldn't reach her outstretched hand, right? 】

Picking up trash in the research institute: [She is totally looking down on Zai Zai, trying to make her look ugly?It was the same just now, if Zai Zai hadn't had someone close the gate of the city, she would have had someone drive her in. 】

[This is too much, they are here to collect taxes, those who don't know think they are going to beat people. 】

[Finally someone can come over to clean up this dead child. She has been unhappy with her for a long time. Only the people of this tribe are stupid and will choose her as the patriarch. I am better than her. 】

Yu Mian's interstellar non-staff male mother: [You are better than Yu Mian. If you enter the doomsday live broadcast room, you will be eaten alive by the zombie king at the beginning, and you can also make the zombie king eat. Well, you are indeed better than Yu Mian. Well done. 】

[Yu Mian's interstellar non-staff male mother tipped the mute system. 】

[Hahahaha I laughed so hard, the upstairs is easy to scold, and after scolding, he directly replaces the person out of the live broadcast room, awesome. 】

At the same time, at the backstage of the First Interstellar Theater, Qi Mubai's manager came over with the script as soon as Qi Mubai's comments were posted.

As soon as he saw the picture of the live broadcast room displayed on the optical computer screen, his forehead twitched, and he said earnestly to Qi Mubai: "Mubai, you are the one who just won the best actor. As a public figure, you must always pay attention to your image and Speech..."

"I know, it's a trumpet." Qi Mu replied without raising his head.

The agent leaned over and glanced at the screen, and almost couldn't hold back his anger, "You, you...you change your screen name back to me! Also, you actually tipped dozens of dollars to this live broadcast room. Ten thousand?"

Qi Mu Baiyun glanced at him lightly: "I'm already a person with a baby, what's the matter with spending some money for my baby?"

"You are only 20 years old, you have a fart!"

"Why is the virtual cub not a cub?"

The manager wanted to say more, so Qi Mubai simply "snapped" a round button on the desktop.

A light screen slowly rose in front of the agent: please do not disturb, I am addicted to raising cubs and cannot extricate myself.

The agent's eyes turned dark, he dropped the script angrily, slammed the door and left.