Gong Yan declined the opportunity for surgery.

He had to keep his brain awake, and he hadn't been offline since entering this apocalypse.

Boiled eggs: "Strategist, are you really the Liver Emperor?" ”

WC Aniel: "Strategist, you really have never been offline, and you deserve to be the Liver Emperor." ”

There were already many people in the camp who praised him like this, but he was not very happy.

The so-called Liver Emperor has to pay a price.

No one can play endlessly in this apocalyptic world.

If anything, there is only one type of person who does not have to eat.

People who rely on infusions to transport nutrients!

No one doubted him.

Soon, the occupation of the Aoki Forest came out, and the authority of the first occupation was ceded to a full-time master.

Gong Yan understands that this is the general trend, because the current development of this camp is very fast, and it is in full swing.

And the Snow Pavilion is because the number of gold bars stored in the vault is too small.

This requires large donations of gold bars or materials from other members.

However, the donated materials will not be sold in a short period of time.

You want to raise money. It can't be completed for a while, after all, the establishment of the Falling Snow Pavilion is too late.

Gong Yan comforted Mr. Yang again: "It's okay, it's fine next time." ”

This time, he decided to bet his hopes on the next map capture.

- Hurricane Desert

This is the second map in the entire apocalyptic world, the desert area, which will be occupied by technology.

The second occupation has already made Gong Yan feel that there is not much time left.

He was looking forward day and night that the Falling Snow Pavilion would finally be able to form an alliance with the top four camps, Dawning City.

Originally, this time they would have been able to get the occupation of the Hurricane Desert stably, but surprisingly, the group of people in Dawning City actually betrayed their allies. I made a licking dog in the Land of the Hidden Dragons.

Gong Yan secretly felt uncomfortable in his heart: "Mr. Yang is too emotional, Mr. Yang believes in friends too much, and believes in brothers too much." ”

Gong Yan realized at this time that sometimes it is not a good thing to be too emotional.

"Hey, there's no way. Maybe after Mr. Yang goes through this incident, he will grow a lot. ”

As a mayor, he needs to grow. It is impossible for a single person to be a mayor from the beginning.

Who hasn't been tempered in every trial?

Gong Yan understands that Mr. Yang needs to exercise, and he also believes that Mr. Yang can learn a lesson this time.

But he didn't have time, his body was getting worse and worse, and he couldn't support it for long.

There are five days left before the doctor's estimate of day.

Every day is like a countdown.

Four days to go!

Three days!

Drip, drip, drip.

Drip, drip, drip.

The father finally got in touch with him through the communicator: "Child, it really needs to be treated, if there is no surgery, the condition will worsen further." ”

Gong Di: "Dad, Mom, can you wait any longer." ”

He knew that even if he waited any longer, he wouldn't be able to wait for the result.

He couldn't wait for the day when the Falling Snow Pavilion became stronger, and even if the Falling Snow Pavilion could occupy the Hurricane Desert one day, she wouldn't be able to wait.

Even if you wait a few more days, it won't help.

It's just that he's not reconciled!

He's in a hurry!

He really wanted to see the Falling Snow Pavilion occupy the Hurricane Desert.

Mother: "Son, it's the last few days, and Mom can't help you." ”

Gong Yan silently shed tears, he knew that his condition was very serious.

Even at the Doomsday Bell, he often felt a pain all over his body, and even breathing became difficult.

His brain is not dead yet, so he can still lie on the playbed and enter the apocalyptic world.

However, now he is in pain all over his body, and he has no way to go to the liver.

The liver doesn't move!

"This game is so liver-wrenching!"

This is the first time Gong Yan has said such a thing.

Dad: "Son, the doctor has sent you a message...... Ask ......"

Gong Yan: "Dad, I know, I don't have any wishes, I don't have any last words, Mom and Dad, I love you!" I'd like to go offline to see you guys, but I have one last thing to finish. ”

Gong Yan looked at the time, and it was getting closer and closer to 12 o'clock.

He felt so weak that he was tired even standing up.

Gong Di turned on the world trumpet.

[FTD Base Camp - FTD, Sunset: A group of garbage and waste camps in the Falling Snow Pavilion, who bullied my son Kyushu cub, come to Far Star City to fight alone! ] 】

Gong Yan looked at this message, he clenched his fists, replaced his Uzi submachine gun, and hobbled towards the helicopter.

"I will not allow you to humiliate my camp!" Gong Yan's eyes were blood-red, and he was overly tired, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Sunset, the first god of war in Qingbei District, let me appreciate how powerful you are!" Gong Yan still walked towards that side step by step.

Log in to the plane and enter Yuanxing City.

The moment he got off the plane, Gong Yan personally sent a private message to Sunset.

"Sunset, come to the bridge in Far Star City to fight!"

Drip, drip, drip

Drip, drip, drip.

Sunset: "Who are you?" I have never heard of a name, even if you dare to shout with Lao Tzu. ”

Gong Yan: "I am the military advisor of the Falling Snow Pavilion, and I will never allow you to scold the Falling Snow Pavilion!" I'm going to challenge you! ”

Sunset: "Okay, wait, Far Star City Bridge will kill you!" The military advisor of the Falling Snow Changting, I want to see how many catties you have. ”

Gong Di: "Come on! I'll be waiting for you in the middle bridge. ”

Drip, drip, drip.

Drip, drip, drip.

Dad: "Son, where are you?" Why are you still reluctant to wake up? If you use the playbench all the time, if you don't take the initiative to go offline, the doctor can't give you anesthesia. ”

Mother: "Son, wake up! ”

Compliment: "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, give me a minute." ”

Gong Yan cut off the conversation, he looked at the rainy night and muttered to himself.

"Before I go, I want to see how much difference there is between the number one in the district and me?"

After saying that, Gong Yan waited silently, about ten seconds later. He saw the man in a suit at the other end of the bridge.

The man was still holding a Uzi submachine gun in his hand.

"You're the waste military master of the Falling Snow Pavilion!" Sunset spoke proudly.

Gong Yan didn't answer, just grabbed the gun in his hand and output it frantically at the man.

Due to the heavy rain in the sky, Gong Yan's bullets are very floating, and the rain will make the bullets unique, and the accuracy will drop a lot, which is also one of the settings of this game.

Only with the submachine gun with the unique attributes of Rain Battle can you play a different effect.

After all the bullets were fired, Sunset still stood there motionless.

"Is there only such a little strength? I haven't shot yet! The corners of Sunset's mouth raised slightly, "The military advisor of Luoxue Changting, the bullets you mentioned have all been fired, and they haven't killed half of my blood." ”

After Sunset casts the Tigger move, he dodges a large number of bullets.

"Now, then, it's my turn!"