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Tonight the Sand King took away some more priests of life. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info these are just for fairy sticks to eat. Ten of the Yu Yan in the basement is enough, and these life priests are all big rice buckets and eat a lot.

He went to the basement again.

As soon as I got down the stairs, I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

The first room in the basement is extraordinarily spacious. The group of Yu Yan has converted this place into a public hall. Connecting the surroundings in all directions, many Yu Yan shuttled here, busy with their own things, some holding some clothes as if they were going to wash, some holding ingredients as if they were going to cook, some carrying building materials as if they were going to decorate, and some carrying guns on their backs seemed to be going to training.

Few people even noticed his arrival.

They've almost made it a home. Toilets, bathrooms, kitchens, dining rooms, living rooms, bedrooms, warehouses, lounges, study rooms. It's only been a few days, and they've been chatting and smiling, and they're no longer captives.

The most ridiculous thing is that they actually built a training ground! Following the sound of the gun, several level 40 Yu Yan were instructing their low-level companions to shoot targets. The Sand King counted, and there were already 6 Yu Yan who had risen to level 21.

The Sand King rubbed his brow. In fact, he just wanted to hoard these girls as wealth, so that he could confuse Solomon's "golden eye" skill in the future. Right now... Why is things getting more and more wrong?

Not bothering to pay attention to the Yu Yan who kept bowing and saluting on both sides, the sand king walked to the depths of the basement in displeasure. The entire dungeon area is still very vast, and the Sand King has not completed the journey so far.

"Uh..."

Sha Wang was stunned when he saw the textile workshop in front of him.

The girls removed the old clothes he had sent and re-sewn them into new ones. There was actually a Yu Yan who came over and explained to him with a smile on her face. Here is the dye vat, and the dye is made from fruits with color. This sewing machine was made by them after dismantling the machine he had brought.

The Sand King didn't understand what the machine was for, anyway, when he saw the need for a machine on the list, he casually threw a lot of machinery at them, only a little more. Anyway, it's a waste product in its own different space. Sure enough, it was still a waste product in their hands, but it was actually demolished and rebuilt.

Enduring the sudden green tendons, the sand king followed the Yu Yan and continued to the other rooms.

That Yu Yan introduced:

This is indoor cultivation. Electrolytic elements are used to connect to the old water tank, and soilless cultivation is carried out using only lights.

Here is the armament workshop. Waste metal and other raw materials are used to process them into guns and ammunition.

This is the treatment center. Some priests of life were chained to them, and some people were helped to come over when they were injured and unwell, and they were quickly healed.

This is the small auditorium. It's still under construction, there's going to be a high platform, there's going to be a two-dimensional curtain, there's going to be a sound, there's going to be a backdrop. In the future, there will be some concerts and drama programs.

Listening to the introduction, the Sand King rolled his eyes, feeling like he was about to lose consciousness.

He didn't want to say a word, he didn't want to say a word. He staggered out against the wall, and Yu Yan was supporting him all the way.

The basement entrance is tightly locked. After a long time, he whispered to the entrance: "You guys farm slowly, I don't want the basement, okay..."

The Sand King exterminated Nanxing thousands of years ago, and the rise of Yu Yan's clones was hundreds of years ago. Although he knew the true origin of Yu Yan's prototype, he didn't know much about the nature of Yu Yan. I thought the character of the prototype was enough for that, but I didn't expect a lot of clones to be even more that...

The Sand King couldn't help but recall some strange things that Yu Yan's prototype had done.

As soon as she was dragged out of the alien space in her body by Yuehao, only one head was exposed, she hid the concussion grenade in her chin, and she did not hesitate to scare herself so much that she bled in exchange for a few seconds of stiffness from the Sand King.

Gallant.

When I was in Shacun, I listened to my word no matter what situation I encountered.

Patience.

When practicing with the Ten Commandments, he first saluted, and when he shot, he knew the severity and measure.

Suitable.

Crying and crumbling in the state of mind. At the time of the harvest offering, it was said that the Sand King did not treat her as a living person.

Susceptible.

put a gun to his head and forced the sand king to negotiate conditions.

Firmness.

Just because of Carter's sacrifice and care, even the hairy boy who is far from being a good match also showed his love with kisses.

Dare to love.

In the caravan's spaceship, in the face of an ambush by the enemy, he defeated the elite combination of three dual-cultivation classes with only a fetal pregnancy crystal rifle that was only as weak as a baby.

Composure.

During the days spent with Carter in the First Immigration Regiment, trying to do household chores and share the responsibilities of the leader... It was a time of no controversy...

Stability.

When the Overlord and Apocalypse Tanks invaded, she was already with Carter. In the face of persuasion, he sneered, and had no intention of returning to Wanyuan.

Refuse.

At the time of the harvest sacrifice, he was indifferent to the confession of the Sand King.

Dare to hate.

In the residential area of the space station, he saw Yu Yan's clone being abused inhumanely and killed the whole town in a rage.

Commiseration.

While on the space station, he constantly switched between various weapon modes with different functions, resolving one dilemma after another.

Wit.

Do not let the jet boots be fed to the fetal crystallization rifle, it must be fed. The irony is that when the gun is an all-purpose fairy stick, it should be named a fairy stick.

Competitive.

When Carter died, she hugged the corpse and cried and refused sadly, almost moving away.

Frail.

It didn't take long for me to try to accept the fact that the Sand King was Carter.

Strong.

The Sand King's thoughts kept flying away, recalling the scenes of Yu Yan's prototype. This girl is very special, with a rich and changeable personality, as if there are a thousand faces. Sometimes it's like a bird, sometimes it's like a crazy bobcat. But it's still her, for the sand king, the image of Yu Yan's prototype is forever fixed at the moment when he gently kisses the rifle. What kind of personality is that? What kind of woman?

It's like the vacuum clouds say: born to seduce people, and very adaptable. In just a few days, the girls had turned the empty basement into a small paradise. It is indeed highly adaptable. As for seducing people... It's really beautiful.

Sand King was only a little interested at this time, and wanted to know more about her... Even if Yu Yan's prototype will become his sacrifice sooner or later.

Thinking of this, the sand king couldn't help but speed up his pace. He wanted to bring the thought back to his body as soon as possible.

Maybe... I should take her on a date or something another day.

Out of the new commercial capital, came to the desert. Because it has a close magical connection with the body, the coordinates can still be easily found. The Sand King teleported directly to the vicinity of the First Immigration Regiment, in front of the main body.

But the atmosphere was a little weird.

The Sand King, Liliana, and Botan seem to be arguing about something, much to the ontology's annoyance. Yu Yan's prototype and No. 9 are also there, and it is also the norm, because Yu Yan's prototype must follow the Sand King every inch - no matter the main body, No. 9 must also drink blood every day to survive. Why is No. 8 also quietly watching from the sidelines? (To be continued.) )