I Became an Anonymous Boss

In fact, he has a way out. Originally, he didn't need to be involved in this war. Since he was involved, he worked hard until the last moment. Success or failure is determined by God.

This is not the case for the witch, her world is so big, and Sunlun City is destroyed, she cannot choose to live alone.

The destruction of the world is for her, so she doesn't want to regret at the last moment, she wants to leave something behind.

Morgan's fruit flies all know to leave genetic factors behind before they die... Humans can't even be inferior to fruit flies.

That's why the moods of the two are not equal, and that's why they had those ironic words before.

Fortunately, Shirataki is not really confused to the extreme, he is still willing to chat with the witch, even if he doesn't know the woman in front of him very well.

In fact, the witch is very easy to understand. Her life experience is as thin as a piece of paper, and her resume is only two lines of text. How old is she and where is she, and she will be in the shrine for the next three hundred years.

A house girl with such a life experience, in this era without Internet and electricity, isn't she the same as Li Mochou in front of the ancient tomb.

Bai Taki admired Li Mochou, a woman who dared to love and hate, even though she was blackened, she was still full of charm.

It's a pity that the witch didn't succeed in blackening, probably because of the few scumbags who were specially summoned as sacrifices... huh?

Shirataki interrupted this strange thought, lying on his limp lap and asked, "Have you finished all your work?"

"There's nothing to do." The witch shook her head and said, but she was calm now, kneeling on the ground, her cheeks flushed slightly: "I don't know much, all I can do is tell them the situation, how to decide, how to coordinate , it’s none of my business.”

"The Twelve Generals are sensible."

"They may have seen it for a long time, and they all know that this day will come sooner or later." The witch said: "It is better to fight vigorously to the death than to live in vain."

"It's kind of silly."

"Are you qualified to say that?" The witch reached out and poked his forehead.

... If you are not stupid, why did you call here for a girl you only met once?

"Yes." Shirataki nodded,

...After all, the culprit is myself. It is too inhuman to drag them into the water and mock them.

"The twelve generals were not seriously injured." The witch said, "Only Jianyu Lei was the most severely injured."

"Because he is the strongest."

"So you deliberately kept your hands from killing people from the very beginning."

"No." Bai Taki said proudly, "It's just their luck."

The witch suddenly smiled: "Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought."

"what?"

"You are a good person." The witch smiled: "There is a child living in your heart."

Shirataki was not used to the sudden compliment.

He corrected: "I'm not a good person. I ruined this place out of my own thoughts and judgment... It's too high of me to say that I have a child's heart. It's more appropriate to die a child."

There is a dead child living in everyone's heart, very willful.

"You are indeed selfish." The witch shook her head: "But selfishness and tolerance do not conflict. You look selfish, but you have already thought about which step you take, and you know exactly what you want, so you won't Get more."

The witch stretched out her hand and gently fiddled with the young man's bangs, her movements were so intimate and so natural.

"You still hope that Sunlun City can survive. Although you don't agree with it and despise its form of existence, you have not killed a single person along the way. You can kill people, but you didn't do so."

"You are preserving power for Sunlun City, just to deal with the coming Netherworld."

She lowered her head slightly, resting her chin on her chest, and the two mountain peaks could not block her soft gaze.

"You bound your own hands and feet, which in my opinion is more valuable than strength."

This boast made even Shirataki himself feel ashamed.

Although he wanted to preserve his vitality as much as possible, he never let go when it was time to do it.

His eyes subconsciously moved away, because Miko's eyes were a bit too hot and hot at this time.

Her breathing became a little heavier.

Shirataki wanted to raise his head to leave the knee pillow, but he was pressed back by his shoulders.

He didn't dare to struggle to pull it out by arching his back like a caterpillar, for he was really afraid that the witch would give him a chest slaughter scene out of excitement.

"Lie down for a while." The witch said, "I like this feeling..."

"Do you like the feeling of numbness in your legs?"

"You better stop talking." The witch puffed up her cheeks.

The three-hundred-year-old woman pretends to be cute, making it irresistible.

After all, you can understand the charm of old women... (Right, Mrs. Kelsey)

Cute is cute, but I'm not used to lying down like this.

In the eyes of the ancient literati, adding fragrance to the red sleeves and studying ink with plain hands is extremely satisfying; but in the eyes of the two thorn monkeys, the knee pillow of a beautiful girl is also the same level of enjoyment... The former is literary and artistic, the latter is color criticism.

But Bai Taki doesn't like the type of red sleeves adding fragrance very much. He prefers a group of sand sculptures laughing and joking, so he thinks it's easier to play with boys, but most of the boys have great opinions on him. Except for Qin Changye, there seem to be few A man is willing to be friends with him, needless to say the chrysanthemum picking thief... Even Qin Changye has unspeakable ambitions, always promoting his older sister every now and then.

Shirataki has already seen through this man's thoughts - he wants to trick me into marrying your sister so that you can be my uncle, and then he will go whoring Jinling cigarettes imported from another world openly and honestly?

Because of Qin Changye's promotional behavior, even though Qin Buhui was the third in the rouge list, Bai Taki always maintained a high level of vigilance, and even gave her a go-getter with malicious intentions, and later gave Mo Xie to Qin Changye.

Thinking about it now, what I did back then was really inappropriate.

It's so inhuman.

So it should be more extreme.

Bai Taki thought to himself, why is there a need to send the sword secretly, it should be sent in person, and then explain the allusion of Mo Xie, the general, and tell them that the combination of two swords is infinitely powerful, and then look at the tangled expression, really full of joy , It’s really Saigao’s iron duck!

With a little imagination, I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from rising wildly.

Very good, I decided to do this, and I will tell you about it next time I go to Nantang... Hey, it's really exciting.

"What are you thinking? Are you smiling so happily?" the witch asked curiously.

"I think about women, men, and fencing." Shirataki answered briefly.

"?"

"If the little girl doesn't understand, don't ask." Bai Taki shook his head.

"I'm not young."

"If the old woman doesn't understand, don't ask." He changed his words politely.

"I am angry."

"Okay, you are going to be angry, please let me get up first." Bai Taki hurriedly wanted to get up.

"Punish you to lie down for another half an hour." The witch said smoothly.

"???" Bai Taki asked with question marks all over his head, "Aren't your legs really numb?"

"Not at all, but other places are a little numb." The witch pressed her heart with one hand, and her heart was a little numb.

She really wanted to hug him, hug him a little harder... Why is he so cute when he smiles?

When you like a person, even if his smile is cheap, he still thinks he looks good. Of course, handsome people are always handsome, and Master Xing is also good-looking if he is cute and playful.

The fan filter and the love filter are both filters, with beautification and light and shadow effects, every frown and smile is full of style and shakes, making people feel like a deer in their hearts.

She whispered: "Speaking of which, I don't seem to know about you, can you tell me?"

Shirataki thought for a while: "It's okay, let's just pass the time, but there are too many, where should I start?"

The witch smiled: "Let's start with the name first, what's your name?"

"Shirataki, what about you?"

"my name is……"

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"It's just a mess..."

Teng Snake sat under the city wall, watching the commotion in the city, and said in amazement.

"After all, knowing that I am going to die, no one can calm down."

Qinglong seemed unexpectedly calm, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip slowly.

Today, the four gates of Rilun City are guarded by three different generals. The strongest party is in charge of the east gate. Because Shirataki made a hole in the wall, the rest of the priests are rushing repair.

This ancient city wall is not just beautiful. At critical times, the witches in the shrine can provide the spiritual power of the sun to open the enchantment.

But after all, it is water without a source, and it cannot last for too long.

There are not many people left on the once bustling street, but there are many refugees gathered at the foot of the sacred mountain.

They didn't know where to go, so they came to stay near the holy mountain, hoping to escape in the shrine. Maybe they thought that the shrine would remain after the sun wheel city was gone, which led to chaos in the vicinity of the holy mountain.

Sunlun City is far inferior to modern society. Even in the face of this situation, modern society can only open limited air-raid shelters for citizens to hide in. What is shown in Sunlun City is the collapse of order, and the concentration of millions of people In the city, many roads were blocked tightly, and countless people shouted something, making a noisy mess, mixed with women's cursing and children's crying.

The helplessness shown by the crowd is especially obvious at this time, but whether it is crying or shouting, what is the use?Not one of them will survive.

However, there were still some people who remained rational. The crowd who were originally only used for public security in the city stood up, spontaneously formed a guard, and decided to fight against the Nether with the generals. There were also more young and middle-aged men who came out. They may have had He hesitated, but he also knew that if he didn't stand up at this time, the consequence would also be death, and he might as well die in battle like a man.

That's a nice way of saying it.

The worst way to put it is that they are smart people who realize that praying, being cute, kneeling, begging for mercy, throwing themselves on the ground, naked pole dancing, and humiliating whales cannot save themselves, so all their weakness has turned into courage and hatred.

——"You said that I, an ordinary person, worked diligently and diligently, so I encountered such a stupid thing." "I haven't married my wife yet." "I've only been married for a few days, and I haven't had a child yet." "My child doesn't know how yet." Let's walk down the ground''My child can't speak yet''My child is not married yet! '

This kind of thinking turned into hatred, so they started to take up weapons, wondering if they could kill the group of ghosts in Huangquan, and even kill their mothers.

It's not bad that this hatred can be transformed into courage.

The wrath of an honest man would kill someone if he started.

It's a pity that there is only one day, and there is no training at all, let alone weapons. Even if you open the arsenal collected by the generals over the years, you can only equip troops with less than a thousand people, and you don't even have armor. arms.

Those who could not get weapons had to pick up agricultural tools, such as pitchforks, rakes, hoes, and even kitchen knives tied to wooden sticks instead of using them.

These weapons may not be useful to the monsters in the nether world of the underworld. It is worse than nothing. Physically killing ghosts is easy to kill loneliness. It is better to gnaw peach trees and willow trees.

Qinglong looked at the group of ordinary people who were working hard to train how to swing. They might have been farmers, cooks, or waiters before, but none of them were fighters. Warriors are people who are not needed in the city of the sun... Ever since Suzhan Mingzun died in battle and Jian Yulei locked himself in Amaterasu's boudoir (Tianyando) in the shrine, no one wanted to be a warrior anymore.