The old man in front of him couldn't tell his specific age, but in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, it was like a hanging lamp that might go out at any time, and the breath of life flickered and dimmed.

If it weren't for the tube inserted in his back, which was forcibly maintaining his vitality, I am afraid that the old man in front of him would have died long ago.

It was only strange to him that, supposedly, with the ability of the union, there were no means.

Wanting to extend the life of the old man is just a small matter between raising hands.

The simplest and most brutal method is to directly inject harmless psionic essence into the old man, and the old man can get out of bed and dance the square dance the next day.

With doubts, Ding Xiaoyi silently followed the old man's hand and sat on the chair next to the bed.

"Apples are a good thing, sweet and crunchy, quenching thirst, filling, nutritious, everyone likes to eat ......"

The old man smiled and cut the apple in half and handed it to Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi put it in his mouth and took a bite, it was indeed sweet and crispy.

Seeing this, the old man continued: "But there are so many apples, everyone has to eat them, who is not enough to eat, what should I do?" ”

Ding Xiaoyi knew that the old man was not referring to apples, but interests.

This question is difficult to answer, because no matter how you answer it, it is right, but you can also understand it as wrong.

Seeing that he was silent, the old man put down the apple and slowly lay down.

"We created the Psionic Essence, which quickly boosted the psionic energy and ended the first chaotic and dark era, but we had a big disagreement on how to distribute it.

Because in that unstable situation, you can't let too many people have this kind of power, and you can't let no of them have this kind of power.

Plus the side effects of psionic essence are too great, so we came up with a plan for three generations of humans. ”

Ding Xiaoyi nodded, this plan is successful in the long run.

His grandfather's diary also mentioned that although the alliance has taken a fork in the road, it is not necessarily all wrong, at least not like the Yi people, the reproductive success rate is extremely low, and even the purebred bloodline is almost difficult to reproduce.

"The plan looks like a success, but why do the Moth Project?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked as he nibbled on an apple.

"Because the plan can't catch up with the changes, it is said that a group of people will be strong first, and as a result, this group of people will engage in door valves, circles, monopolies, and family interests tied to the system of the entire alliance, isn't the Tong family a typical example!"

The old man was also very helpless, the original intention of the plan was good, but it was distorted too much when it was executed.

It's like a gardener who was supposed to grow an orchard, and suddenly declares that only he can grow apples, and no one else can grow apples.

Thinking of the Tong family, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think of the previous incident in the 13th district of the north, Tong Chengze, this kid's crazy state of losing his conscience.

As if the entire alliance belonged to their Tong family, this was the disadvantage of the family's governance.

In addition to the Tong family, there is also the Houston family who was buried by their own hands, not to mention the madness.

Not to mention smuggling, just the crime of beauty flowers, it is not an exaggeration to split all the cars of their family.

"Do you really think that Old Man Wang likes his stupid son so much? It was he who raised this question in the first place, and he became a thorn in the side of the major families, and his stupid son was just bewitched. ”

The old man of the Wang family just retreated along the river.

On the one hand, this is also to reduce his pressure, and on the other hand, it is also to bring this plan out of people's sight, so that those family gate valves can relax.

The two men disagree politically, but their views on the Moth Project are surprisingly identical.

So much so that in the decades that followed, the Moth Project continued to be carried out slowly.

Now it's time to close the net.

At this time, above the old man's hospital bed, a full-body projector ejected out, and suddenly with the projection, a large number of battlefield images began to appear in front of him.

Ding Xiaoyi noticed that these pictures were not video, but live broadcast.

Every scene is obviously being filmed directly by a special hidden camera.

In the picture, the artillery fire is continuous, and the battle has reached a fever pitch.

In addition, a large number of calamity masters threw themselves into the battlefield, and with their moves, they destroyed the mountains and seas, which was extremely terrifying.

At the same time, he also saw the picture of Cagifer and Sachs in the war room.

He could even clearly see every wrinkle on Sachs's angry face through the video screen in front of him.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt creepy.

Even though he knew that the unions had been shaping the war, and even directing it.

But I never thought it would be so terrifying.

"Kid, are you confused, what is the last step of the Moth Plan?"

The old man took out a red-buttoned remote control from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"What is this??"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the remote control handed over and asked.

The old man grinned, and his cloudy eyes revealed a piercing cold light: "If you want peace, you must first nuclear peace, a weapon that has long been abandoned and banned, thirteen [Dongfeng Express] are buried under this battlefield, and the power is enough to directly vaporize the power of the calamity spirit, even if it is a dragon level, it is difficult to escape death." ”

"What!!"

Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and he almost threw out the remote control in his hand, his expression flickered, although he had never heard of this kind of weapon.

But the confidence in the old man's eyes, and the slogan he had seen in the corridor in front of him, made him not suspect that the archon was deceiving himself.

There are at least tens of thousands of people on this battlefield, and once you press this button, it is enough for you to wipe out tens of thousands of people in an instant.

Ding Xiaoyi had never thought of such a crazy thing, and immediately put the remote control in his hand on the table gently.

Then Tie Qing looked at the old guy in front of him with a blue face: "This is the last step of the plan, it's all over the place??? ”

The old man nodded, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it good, those families of chickens and dogs and thieves will all be wiped out, I can even let you be the great consul, no one will object, you can establish the era you want to establish."

Your time! ”

"Neurotic!"

Ding Xiaoyi had a cold face, sat down at the table, and gently turned the wrench on his hand with his fingers and said coldly: "If this is the so-called final plan, then I'm sorry, our conversation is over, and I'm not interested in cooperating with a butcher of an era!"

"The Butcher of the Times!!"

The old man was very interested in the title in his mouth, and said thoughtfully; "It's a fitting title."

As he spoke, the door in front of him slowly opened.

"Go ahead, Li Chuanhai and they are outside, put forward your conditions, they will discuss with you, as long as it is not too excessive, they will agree!"

Ding Xiaoyi didn't move, but looked at the remote control on the table, and smiled slightly mischievously after a moment: "You won't secretly press it while I'm gone, right??" ”

The old man pursed his lips, picked up the remote control, put it in the drawer, spread out his palm and said with an innocent face: "The times are ours and yours, but after all, it is still yours." ”

This sentence is the slogan under the portrait of the great man in the corridor.

Ding Xiaoyi grinned, and immediately relaxed, he knew that he had passed the level.

He walked out of the room.

As the door closed again, the old man sitting on the bed involuntarily looked at the drawer at hand, and after a moment's blank look, he reached out and pressed the bell next to the table.

Two figures shrouded in black robes quietly appeared beside the old man.

"Inform the Ninth Master, let's wrap it up!"

The dark shadow nodded, and disappeared again beside the old man.

It was only at this moment that the old man truly and completely relaxed, and this conversation had obviously consumed a lot of his spirit.

His cloudy eyes looked at the battle on the screen in front of him, and he slowly raised his palm and placed it flat on his forehead.

The beating eyelids struggled repeatedly, as if at this moment, the old friends in front of him were appearing beside him one by one, looking at him with a smile on their faces, and completing the handover of the last stick.

As the beating lights on the monitor on the side gradually went out, the old man finally closed his eyes.

Ding Xiaoyi, who had not walked a few steps, suddenly paused and looked back at the closed room behind him.

"Master!"

Wangcai wanted to say something, but Ding Xiaoyi signaled that he didn't need to say any more.

This is a temptation, and he believes that the so-called [Dongfeng Express] must exist, but not on the battlefield, but under his feet.

If you press that button, you'll probably end up with it.

After all, a force that is completely free from the influence of trade unions is really full of too many variables on this cusp.

If you are yourself, even if there is a risk of one percent, you will never let it go easily.

Fortunately, my attitude has shown everything.

The old man finally gave up the idea of killing rather than let go, otherwise he would have to flee in a hurry now.

However, this temptation is not completely fruitless, at least I am now out of the scope of the union's targeting, I believe that after the end of this plan.

I can still take my children and wife, walk on the streets openly, and enjoy the life that an ordinary person should enjoy.

That's what I really want.

When he reached the end of the road, Li Chuanhai and Zhou Qi were standing there waiting for him.

After seeing him come out, Li Chuanhai's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward with a smile and said, "How about it, has the archon already told you the answer, it's very surprising!" ”

Ding Xiaoyi looked at Li Chuanhai's excited face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it seems that this old man is still in the dark.

As everyone knows, the entire base, and them, have already walked back from the ghost gate.

So he nodded: "Almost, he asked me to talk to you about my conditions." ”

Li Chuanhai gradually became more serious when he heard this: "It should be, let's talk about it, I want money, power, or ......"

Ding Xiaoyi raised his finger: "Don't do it, I just need a piece of land ......"

n.