"Aren't you going to accompany your girlfriend?" When Madrigal greeted Lizi, Hana ignored her. He thought that Shuna was in the Cold War.

"People may not know what that light explosion was all about, but I know that. You're lucky, it's a holiday today, and the big army didn't go out to exercise. Otherwise, if you flash a few thousand pairs of eyes, you will have more than a hundred military sticks. Hana didn't answer the question, but looked at him.

Madrigal thought about it, he really underestimated his own lethality. He thought that the light exposure technique would not produce a shock wave and was a safe way to pour light dust, but he did not expect that the disabling effect of the light explosion was also terrifying. If there had been a large-scale exercise at that time, if the troops had faced the hospital, it would have been possible to have a large proportion of non-combat attrition. In that case, even if the god of war wants to "encrypt documents" and "block messages", he will be criticized.

Madrigal raised his hands, stared at Ten Fingers solemnly and sighed, "I didn't expect myself to be so strong. ”

Shuna suddenly looked at it, turned her head to hold back, and nodded after a while: "I didn't expect you to be so strong...... Break through the Titan defense, save Li Zi, and suppress Wu Yu when he is injured. You're really impressive to me. Now this explosion of light has let the command know your true strength, and you will soon be reused. ”

"Ouch, that's sweet to talk to. I ignored it a few days ago, and I thought you were also taking the cold route. "The pastoral song lingers.

"You're so annoying. If I don't look for you, you'll never come to me?" asked Hana. She originally had a cold war with Muge, and when she heard that Muge had been beaten, she wanted to know how he was injured, but she was also angry in her heart, and she suffered for a long time before deciding to visit him in the hospital. There was a fight in the hospital last time, so she didn't have hope for this meeting, but she didn't expect to tease each other a few words, and the resentment in her heart melted like spring snow.

"You're right. I'm just that stubborn, if you don't look for me, I'll never go to you. Madrigal shook his head and said. The elevator door opened, and Shuna pushed the madrigal into the hot and humid evening breeze. She was accustomed to the madrigal's temper, so she didn't quarrel with him, and gracefully pushed the wheelchair towards the supply ship, tilting her head and smiling: "Maybe this time you won, but what if one day, I am like you?"

Madrigal was silent for a moment, for this was the first time Shuna had conceded defeat. The two moved slowly in the sunset, and Juna's skirt fluttered under the trench coat, like a jumping flame, like Juna's soul seeking freedom. The sunset shone obliquely, and the backs of those swaying people turned back one after another, carefully identifying the woman pushing the wheelchair as Shuna or not. And Shuna has already seen it, only brushing her hair to enjoy the sunset, and no longer bothering about it.

Artificially controlled lighting makes the weather abnormal, and the hot and humid summer brings the signal of the rainy season. Suddenly, it started to rain with a crackling crackle. Madrigal wanted to take off his coat to shield Shuna from the rain, but suddenly heard Shuna shouting, "Sit down and hold firm." "The wheelchair suddenly accelerated, pushed its back like a rocket, bumped and jumped on the hard sand road, and almost fell apart. Madrigal sat in a wheelchair and sped away, and suddenly his scalp exploded in fright, clutching the handrail and shouting: "Stop!

Hana giggled and kept running, so that the madrigal's soul was scattered, lest she throw him out.

On the supply ship, Hana was still tilting her head and draining her hair, and the rain outside suddenly soared, and there was a "whoosh" sound like a downpour. Madrigal panted and turned his head to look at the hatch, but saw the waterfall and no scenery.

Shuna proudly patted Madrigal's head: "Is it enjoyable?"

Madrigal looked up in exasperation and shouted, "You're almost faster than the speed of sound!

Shuna pinched his ear: "Even if you fly, I'll pick you up before I land." She smiled mysteriously, clearly confident.

"You're so sweet. Xuanxuan took the lollipop in her mouth and put down the TV series and said. Shuna's ears were hot, and her heart was blocked. She hurriedly let go of Madrigal's ears, muttered "the shoes are wet", and made an excuse to leave in a hurry.

Madrigal swiped out a message on Xuanxuan's access control system, which showed 133 merits. Xuanxuan's eyes widened and she shouted, "Brother Mu, when will you be able to buy handsome equipment?" It's only 133!"

"Xuanxuan, don't make noise. Bind this white Galactic Medal to me in the 'Equipment' category. Madrigal got up from his wheelchair and handed over the medal.

"The Order of the Galaxy is the only remaining conscience of the Pantheon in terms of the concept of resource allocation. It is this shaky justice that keeps this corrupt federation capable," the Promotion Guide spoke highly of the medal system, "and its privilege is simple: the amount of money spent in the three fields of armaments, martial arts, and medicines will form a credit value at a rate of 30%. When purchasing three types of combat resources, the corresponding three credits can be consumed as merit and will not be consumed. The medal system encourages excellence, advocating that those who can work harder, as long as they specialize in one item, the credit value will be higher and higher, and those who are diligent can even buy retired flagships at huge discounts. ”

"Wow, Galaxy Medal!" Seeing the white Galaxy Medal, Xuanxuan's eyes lit up. She jumped down with the medal in her hand and shouted, "Brother Mu, this is the first time I have seen a white medal! Come, let me tell you how to use the privileges of the medal, I have spent the most professional money." "The White Medal is the rarest of the ranks of the samurai, the Order of the Warrior is black and is widely collected, and the Order of the God of War is gold and extremely expensive. If you add swords, maple leaves and other decorations, it means that the occasion is special, more precious, and the privileges are greater.

Madrigal opened his mouth and asked, "You...... Isn't it okay to leave your post without permission?"

"It doesn't matter. No one checked me anyway. Xuanxuan went her own way, ran into the military martial arts mall, and turned around and asked, "Do you want armor or firepower props?"

According to the glorious tradition of the Pantheon, the strongest firepower is the invincible Qiguang Knife. Building guns to keep enemies from approaching is considered a woman's patent, and building huge war machines and then carrying larger guns to keep enemies from approaching is a hopelessly incorrigible sissy civilization. For the gods and warriors, if they can't wield the aura sword and ride their faces, then the war is boring. In order to carry out the glory of swordsmanship, the divine realm reached the point of madness, and even stuffed samurai into cannonballs.

Even in Zheng Xuan's fleet, where huge ships and cannons are gathered, there are a number of landing ships called "raid ships", which are specially equipped with land forces and land enemy ships.

So Xuanxuan specially asked the pastoral song whether she wanted armor or firepower to send props.

"Firepower projection. The answer to the pastoral song made Xuanxuan's heart bloom. She broke into a display cabinet with ease, and before the boss rushed over, Xuanxuan opened the lock, took out the big iron box inside, put it on the ground angrily, stepped on it, and bowed her waist to open the safety cover, revealing a large honeycomb-shaped muzzle.

"6000 rounds a minute, 12 mm caliber, 1000 light dust per second, 1 km range, zero recoil, full fire like a rainbow, wow, especially beautiful. Xuanxuan's introduction was full of energy, and she asked Pastoral with an expectant face: "I call her Violent Rainbow." Do you like it?"