Doomsday Pavilion Chapter 793

"report!!"

Outside the door of the temporary command office, there was an evolver standing, and his rank was not low.

The people inside are busy cleaning up the mess and rescue equipment (Wei Qingyu's equivalent bombing is still going on, and it's obviously useless to just clean up), and replied with no anger,

"What nonsense, say it!"

The evolutionary shrugged, not surprisingly, pointing behind him and saying,

"There is an emergency in the Gao family."

Mo Hongniang glanced at the other people who didn't mean to move, so she came out on her own and smiled reluctantly.

"Huh, what about people..."

The visitor opened his mouth, revealing his mouth full of shiny white teeth, white reflections.

Mo Hongniang shivered, blinked her big charming eyes and looked at it for a long time. Only then did she trace a dark and vague outline from the night.

To be honest, it was a bit panicked at first glance.

"High-speed rail? How did you make it... like this..."

The high-speed rail scratched his head and laughed,

"Something happened in Lushan-don't worry, the weapon was built, it was a big success, but when I just tortured the prisoners, I got a news that Northwest Wolf City-yes, people from that place, I'm afraid they are already on the road. The number of people, maybe hundreds of thousands, definitely not less than Luanshan's."

Mo Hongniang snorted.

"Anyway, let them hide under their noses for decades...I know, but the higher teachers are all right?"

The high-speed rail shook his head and smiled.

"Grandpa is fine."

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Hongniang's eyes.

"Fortunately... tell the high teacher that Liu Renjun has already taken it, and the blood corpse is not a problem, Northwest Wolf City... huh... let them come!"

The high-speed rail nodded, without any unexpected look on his face, turned and disappeared into the night.

"boom!"

Mo Hongniang, who watched the high-speed rail go away, shook two feet above the ground. In the command office, the stuff that was just collected by the boss who was in charge of the clutter without a special person was suddenly fluttering, shouting and cursing. The scene is comparable to a vegetable market.

Mo Hongniang covered her chest with her hand,

"This girl..."

A group of dozens of bright yellow school buses with conspicuous markings honked their flutes and drove towards the west gate of Erdaoqiang under the protection of the evolvers and teachers of Qinshan Wushu School-they had already completed the observation, learning and hands-on operation. After waiting for a series of steps, it was originally time to go back to receive more rigorous protection, but was separated by a group of blood corpses.

Mo Hongniang smiled satisfied looking at the long school buses with hundreds of seats.

"Hmm... It seems that we are going to cut some of the budgets of other schools in the future, and only Qinshan Martial Arts School is here? Huh!"

In the early morning, Qinshan Wushu School, a certain classroom.

Classrooms with a sea bluestone structure can ensure the sound insulation and sturdiness of the classroom. It can be used for practical training and multi-purpose. The extremely spacious circular lecture hall is not equipped with a seat, and there is no window at all. The only one is worth it. The "door" above is the narrow exit directly above the classroom where only one person can enter and exit.

Another point is that for some reason, the surface of the ground wall and even the surface of the sea lapis lazuli on the roof of the classroom has pits and pits that were formed later, as if pockmarked.

Hundreds of students who looked quite old and dressed in school uniform lined up on the stairs with their backs back and their hands rested neatly. The needles dropped in the classroom.

On the podium, a young female teacher wearing a simple but artistic animal skin waistcoat and short skirt explained something vigorously, and accompanied by quite a wealth of body language, in every move, slender legs, slender wheat There is only one word to describe the color of the arms and the plump bust-hot.

However, in the classroom, this group of upright students who secrete hormones at a high speed and secrete so much that they can no longer be stored in their bodies and began to volatilize everywhere. They stared at the air one meter from the center of their eyebrows without squinting. The stereo is playing the same as a recording.

"Snapped!"

The female teacher slapped her hands, and the students stood upright with their legs back, and they made a neat "swish".

"Alright~"

The female teacher raised her eyebrows,

"One day of observation and learning and hands-on operation is over. What does the teacher think, you, as the reserve students of the Weiche Team and the Jin Team, should have learned a lot from this very rare large-scale animal tide, right? Blame the teacher for talking too much, remember-you have thousands of juniors and young social workers from the Xiacheng and Shangcheng servant families who are always staring at your position. They may pull you down and replace them at any time, and then step on them hard. Get your feet up."

The female teacher's voice is very good, as clear and sweet as a copper bell, and she is used to having a tail when she speaks, and it has a softer, seemingly coquettish feeling.

But when the students heard this, their whole body was stretched and their hair straightened up.

"Then, ask! When throwing the black acacia spear, at what angle can it hit a strange animal that is 36.5 meters away from the three walls in a straight line, and at the same time, how many kilograms of arm strength is needed."

"Meow meow meow??"

Many students were all at once dumbfounded, fucking, I, I, I, we...

There was a sharp shout from the direction of the podium.

"Squad leader, you say!"

A voice in the middle of the crowd immediately responded loudly,

"Report to the teacher!"

Then there was a pause, and the voice was half lower.

"I won't count!"

The female teacher's voice is even sharper,

"reason!"

"Report teacher, actual combat instinct, and we use fists, not brains!"

"Oh? That's why you have no brains? Tell me, what is the name of the school!"

"Report teacher, Qin Shan...Civil and Martial School!"

The students below couldn't help but mumble in their hearts, although it is a civil and military school, but when we...have ever taken a culture class, let alone a physics class.

The female teacher gave a weird smile, her voice sounded like she was grinding her teeth,

"I'm very satisfied with this answer, then, get out of class is over!"

With a sound of get out of class dismissal, many students burst into flames, their eyes flushed, and at the same time they ran towards the narrow exit above their heads.

Faster than them is the female teacher on the podium, with a big red headset on her ears, and two cute fluffy rabbit ears on it.

In her hand, she was carrying a huge, somewhat old-painted ten-barreled Gatling, with one-meter-cubic honeycomb-style ammunition boxes falling on each side of the barrel.

Listening to the song, the female teacher pulled the trigger briskly and sang from her mouth.

"DaDaDa~"

"I am a happy little dad~"

"Although I am beautiful~"

"I still~"

"Very gentle~"

Gatling directly raged in the crowd at a rate of fire of 2,400 bullets per minute. The harsh roar and flying bullets splashed back and forth across the classroom, sparks shot all around, leaving chaotic shallowness. White marks.

Well, it seems that Mazi should be formed like this.

All reserve students who were swept by the bullet line formed by Gatling would often be directly impacted and flew off the ground or shot back to the ground.

The strength of these students is mostly in the second and third tiers. The barren and impoverished original shields on their bodies have beautiful ripples, and they will be shattered within a second, and then the blood will be spilled on a large area.

——That's all.

A strong body will bleed and get hurt, but it's not a serious injury at all-it's just that the pain of the bullet hitting the bone! At least thirty times a second!

Many students rushed to the exit desperately, being broken, broken, and then broken...

The female teacher coughed twice and reminded loudly,

"The last person to go out, go back and calculate the problem I just had. I will explain the problem-solving process to everyone in class tomorrow!"

It freezes for a second.

If the scene before the female teacher said this sentence could be described as "chicken and dog jumping", then now, both the chicken and the dog are undoubtedly crazy.

Outside the exit, Qin Sheng, Xia Yu, Erhu, and Snot Baby smiled upon the roar of the thieves inside.

"Guess, who is first? The old rules of losing!"

Qin Shengdao,

"I guess Yang Lao Er, this guy has come out several times first."

Xia Yu said,

"Mou Ting, I think she is amazing."

Erhu casually said a name, rubbed a handful of gourd baby's messy hair and took over the tool bag in his hand. After opening it, there were various large and small scalpels and tweezers.

"Follow it, hurry up and prepare, one more is one."

"Okay~"

Qin Sheng said cheerfully.

"If you make money, please... er... forget it, there is a blood corpse in the Xiacheng district. I heard that there is a stupid guy who is blocking the gate. I can't ask you to play skewers tonight."

"Hey, then book it!"

Then, a figure covered in blood sprang out from the exit, and fell in front of several people with a "bang".

Qin Sheng laughed loudly.

"Ha, what are you talking about, I won~"

Squad leader Yang Lao Er squeezed an ugly smile,

"Start lightly."

Qin Sheng glanced at him.

"Hey...a catty plus 20! Every time it's you who are long-winded, it's more troublesome to make you one than two!"

Young second Yang tore off his clothes and pants with almost a few pieces of rags left, and he was paralyzed with bullet holes and thorns all over his body.

"I'll give one hundred and five for a catty of bullets! But I have to chew on a peppercorn first!"

"Go!"

Then there are the screams of Yang Lao Er and the clinking of bullets being thrown on the iron plate.

"Hey... I said your kid... Ma Jiao Jin hasn't come up yet... Ouch..."

Qin Sheng scolded,

"Shut up, be honest... a minute is a minute..."

The second person who came out was a slender and fit girl, Xia Yu pouted,

"Mou Ting, you are late today!"

Xia Yu, who lost the bet, was a little unwilling, and Mou Ting showed a shy smile on her face.

"I was caught by the teacher for the'key point', and took care of it for three seconds..."

Old second Yang over there laughed and said,

"Who made you vomit on the wall today? It's weird not to be taken care of!"

Xia Yu pointed to the tent road behind him,

"Sister Ting, should I carry you or go by myself?"

Mou Ting's face was full of helplessness on a doll,

"You drag me... I won't be able to do it today, I feel like I have weighed ten pounds."

Xia Yu's eyes lit up,

"One catty bullet is one hundred points, ten catties is one thousand~"

Mou Ting said with no anger.

"Little money fan!"

Xia Yu sighed,

"Sister Ting, you don't know, I have an ordinary old mother... I have a silly brother on emmmm as a freshman as long as I raise it, and how can I do it without saving some dowry?"

Qin Sheng's eyes lit up, and he felt that an advantage would not be okay.

"Sister Yu, Sister Yu, my father is in charge of taxation, the thief is rich, I—"

"boom!"

He knelt down immediately.

Xia Yu put down the smoky CZ52, faintly,

"When your alienation is over, I will go to the teacher and ask for an M500."

Looking at the ratio of the craters on the stone slabs between the legs to measure the distance to the key parts, then I accurately estimated the power of the M500.

Qin Sheng cried.

The second tiger suddenly gloated and asked,

"By the way, who of you saw the Kong family's goods?"

Yang Lao Er pondered for a moment.

"Hey, I guess he will come out last. This kid was beaten by his father a few days ago. His internal injury hasn't healed until now. It's okay to cough up two mouthfuls of blood like a tuberculosis ghost. It is estimated that he will be'detained'. It's him, saying that the Confucian family's practice of hitting cows across the mountain is really not practiced specifically for beating their son? Even the color on the outside hasn't changed...Hey...inside...tsk..."

He still had time to take a look at the tent, and he was very clear in his mind that his two younger brothers were very active with the ordinary girl surnamed Xia—the surname Kong was said to have had a good meal because of this. beat.

"Hey, Martial Artist family, he dare to think too."

Sure enough, Qin Sheng and Erhu's eyebrows were open and laughing, and the movements on their hands were a lot softer.

Old second Yang sighed, hey, look at your second master, how clever you are!

He rolled his eyes and said,

"Brother Sheng, how about... wait until he gets better... give him a trip when get out of class is over? You know..."

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows, seeming to move quite intentionally.

"What conditions?"

Old second Yang smiled,

"How about a 40% discount in the future?"

"Up to 20% off, 80 per catty. You don't need money for scalpels and tweezers? You have to throw them out once you use them. You can add materials to break the body protection. No one except the Gao family can get this kind of thing. "

"Row!"

Yang Lao Er is already quite satisfied. It's better to take it out than to wait an hour for the wound to grow and seal the bullet in it and digest it by the flesh. He tried it, at least for a week, but then I couldn't bear it. Lived, I dug another hole to get out most of the bullet residue that I had digested, and it had to hurt again.

The sound of "ding dong ding dong" was also heard from the tent, and Mou Ting's face remained unchanged, as if the knife and tweezers were not greeted by his own body.

Xia Yu asked,

"Sister Ting, why are you always distracted today?"

Mou Ting pulled the corner of her mouth to squeeze out an ugly smile, looked at the ordinary girl in front of her blankly, and said suddenly,

"It's actually good to be an ordinary person."

Xia Yu was surprised and wondered,

"Sister Ting, is the reserve too hard? Do you regret it?"

Mou Ting sighed.

"That's not... I saw Dad and Uncle Ma on the city wall today. They... suffered serious injuries. Sometimes I think, if my mother... and I are ordinary people Well, everything is different."

"Scared? How come..."

Mou Ting laughed,

"If my mother and I are ordinary people, then Dad will not be rejected by grandma, grandpa and uncle because of our low strength. My mother and I can be the same as ordinary people... That way, dad is between me, mother, and In front of the family, it's like a superhero...I..."

Xia Yu thought it was weird, and asked in a low voice curiously.

"Your dad..."

Mou Ting pressed her face on the moisture-proof mat at the bottom of the tent and said quietly,

"Ren Baoqiang—Mingguang's only son-in-law who threw in the door."

Eh?

With this name...

Xia Yu has really heard that when the commission's major rectification of hunters had to paint the car with the number, which is the first letter of the captain's name plus the serial number, there was a car with the bright three words RBQ, but it was in Mingguang. There was a lot of fire, almost to the point where everyone knew it, and this happened in Yanhui Mountain.

Xia Yu's wobbling eyes rolled, walked for a while, suffocating a smile.

Suddenly nodded seriously and turned her face to Mou Ting so that she could see the serious expression on her face.

"You don't know anymore~ Now it's not the only one, there is a man named Huang Dashan-he has cut the door for Queen Luanshan! Think about it, her lord Queen... that's so hard to serve... I heard that That queen also brought a five or six-year-old daughter...he must have had a harder life than your dad..."

Mou Ting's eyes widened suddenly, she didn't know what to say, and she spit out a single syllable that looked like a question and a sigh.

"what?!"

Chapter end

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