"How is your manor?" Wen Yu sat on the sofa reading the information, holding his mobile phone between his shoulders and face, and was communicating with Ren Ying.

Ren Ying's voice came back: "There are many people who stay here to clean usually, and it is still the same as when they left; ”

"I was still a guest, God didn't give me a holiday, and suddenly there was a hurricane. ”

Wen Yu sighed and threw away the information game in his hand irritably, but Wen Yu's ability to have fun for himself was quite strong, and he immediately asked with a smile: "After you went back, did you remember a lot of interactions with your sweetheart?" Ah, every corner of the courtyard has the sweat of the two of you...... Tsk, hey, hey, hey. ”

Ren Ying, who was taking a bath, had a red face, and wanted to refute it, but she wanted to hypnotize herself, 'What Wen Yu said is true'.

"I hate it, Mu Mu and I haven't progressed to ...... yet"

"Sister, listen to my sister's words," Wen Yu said in an old-fashioned tone, "There are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, you and the Lord of Song Mountain can push him first, and whoever can win the final victory!"

"You ......" Ren Ying blushed and couldn't speak, so she could only hum, "I'll hang up the phone if I'm not serious anymore! I also asked Xiaoling to come over to play tomorrow, and I can't stay up late today." ”

"Don't, don't, I'm fine. ”

Wen Yu coughed, and finally entered serious mode, but his speech was a little slurred.

"What's wrong?" Ren Ying asked in confusion as she picked up the bath water sprinkled with flower petals.

Wen Yu: "I don't know what's wrong, I've been a little restless since tonight, maybe it's because of the abnormal weather." I want to ask you, can you get in touch with His Majesty the Demon King?"

"Contact Mumu...... Usually he takes the initiative to contact me, and I don't know if he is resting or fighting......"

"It's okay," Wen Yu didn't want Ren Ying to be embarrassed, and immediately said, "I'm just a little cranky, but it's actually fine." ”

Ren Ying thought for a while: "Then I'll contact him with Xiao Ling tomorrow, he will definitely not be angry when he sees Xiao Ling." ”

The so-called connection is to call the shadow clone left by Mu Qian, and Mu Qian's consciousness will return......

Wen Yu also felt that he didn't need to care too much about this night, so he agreed.

In fact, the two of them didn't know that when the storm came, the powerful starship fleet watching the earth had begun to accelerate and approach.

……

Four o'clock in the morning in Earth time, the time zone where the capital of colors is located.

"Storm No. 1 has entered the designated area. ”

"Storm No. 2 entered the designated area. ”

"Storm No. 3 ......"

Mars outpost battle, more than a dozen large warships composed of a front-line command queue, on the first ship, the Martian guards folded their two hands in front of them, and the index fingers of both hands kept drawing circles.

It's time to start, battle plan.

Things have been going well so far, and they have found the exact target where the First ship is, and the next thing is to wait for the storm to break out and the shadow of the City of Colors is isolated from the battlefield, and they launch a plunder plan for the Life One.

It should take time to get familiar with the operation of the battleship and adjust the state of that battleship, and this time must be compressed to a minimum.

Before the Lord of the Demon Realm descends on the earth, he must completely control the No. 1 ship in his own hands, and at that time, not to mention the Demon King, even His Majesty the Emperor, you must treat yourself with respect!

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Martian Guard's mouth.

In the three-dimensional projection in front of you, the Earth is enveloped in a large number of clouds, especially for thousands of miles near the City of Colors, where the eye of the storm is largest.

"I'm looking forward to it. The Martian Warden muttered in a low voice, his mouth a little thirsty, but he was not in the mood to drink water now.

In the corner, Gong Suqing stared at the projection in front of the Martian guard, clenched his fists, but didn't know what to do for a while.

Earth, the capital of color.

Click!

A purple bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the huge swirling vortex in the sky for a moment.

The whole city fell silent, the wind and rain had just broken out, and the families stayed quietly in their homes, most of them were asleep, while some people were slightly sensitive, and they couldn't sleep on their sides, always feeling that something was happening.

"These guys, they don't know anything about power. ”

On the cliff, the demon king, who was still sitting upright in the face of the storm, took care of himself and picked up the wine bowl in front of him.

The wind dissipates when it reaches him, the rain deflects above his head, and although the wind and rain are all around, it is still a quiet place for him to drink.

The Demon King didn't notice the actions of the Galactic Empire, which was naturally impossible, but the Demon King chose to remain silent and just guard this construction area here.

Don't talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and don't talk about any values, this is the demon king, the demon king.

"What would he do if he were here?" the Demon King put down the bowl and touched his chin to think.

In his mind, he imagined that Mu Qian was sitting in front of him and drinking, and it was also in this environment, but the picture that the Demon King thought of was a little disdain at the corner of the Demon King's mouth......

The Demon King felt that the Demon King would not make a move.

What do you have to do with me?

Flower world, what is his love?

Drinking, the Demon King smiled, and continued to sit there, like a bystander, looking at the huge city under the eye of the storm.

The Demon King seemed to see the figures that were crawling around in the corners of the city like rats......

Rats, even though they are rats, if they gnaw something critical with their teeth, it will also affect the changes in the whole world.

……

The storm hindered communication, and in order to prevent being noticed by the garrison of the City of Colors, the god-killing brigade divided into twelve groups did not use any means of communication.

The twelve groups all have different goals, and these goals all go underground, and they have already arranged their routes to approach these target points in advance.

Communication fiber optic cables are generally buried underground, in places that ordinary people can't see, forming a grid of information exchange, connecting the city of color to the entire human world.

It may be that with the development of the network, the links will continue to grow closer, but for now, the communication satellites in the sky are out of use, the communication cables underground are cut off, and the ground signal towers are affected by storms...... The city of color will temporarily 'disappear' from the earth.

And this time was perfectly chosen, at four or five o'clock in the morning, most people were sleeping peacefully.

'At five o'clock, you must cut off on time......

A middle-aged man glanced at his watch and took a flashlight to shine on a few cement pipes under his feet......

The ticking of the watch, as well as the rattling of the nearby drains, are so clear, even though the volume of the former and the latter is not at all the same level.

"Team leader, why did we deliberately sabotage Caicheng's communications?"

There was a question from the side, and there was a little fire there.

"For victory," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "for the most glorious liberation of mankind, for the great galactic light to be lit on this overwhelmed planet." ”

The team member complained: "Team leader, there is no one else here, so don't talk about these empty words." ”

"It's not just empty words...... The ability to completely cut off communications in the City of Colors should be crucial to our strategy. ”

"Why?"

"Use your own brain!"

"Tsk, okay," the half-reprimanded guy shrugged and flicked the cigarette butt off his hand.

The hour hand is about to jump to '5', and the minute hand has gone after '11'.

A few minutes to go......

"Although our goal is to cut off, in order to prevent the other side from emergency rescue, this line will be damaged as much as possible. ”

"Yes, Team Leader!"

"Prepare the fuse!

"Let's do a little bit, it's really boring. ”