Chapter Eighty-Three: Picking Up Trash
In the vast starry sky, the small figures of Ma Siming and Zhang Xiaolin looked so inconspicuous.
Ma Siming was stunned in place, on one side was his most beloved eldest sister, and on the other hand was his beloved Sister Xiaolin. He really didn't want any misunderstanding between the two of them the woman he loved the most.
Ma Siming hugged Zhang Xiaolin tightly, "Let's go!" Let's go back to Earth, and we'll make it clear to the eldest sister. ”
Several spaces in a row flickered, and it was about ten light-years away from Earth. Suddenly, a wave of spatial fluctuations flashed through Ma Siming's brain, and Ma Siming stopped in mid-air.
"Sister Xiaolin, come and say hello to the eldest sister, the eldest sister is watching us!" After speaking, he hugged Zhang Xiaolin into his arms, which also implied that his eldest sister was the woman he loved the most.
Zhang Xiaolin's originally beautiful face in Ma Siming's arms was even more charming when she touched a hint of blush.
Earth, headquarters of the Federal Parliament
Xiaoxiao smiled and said to Rabbit: "Hehe, that kid is doing well now!" ”
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Gaia Continent, the Far North, the Siavi Minotaur Federation
"Ah Qiu!" Qiming suddenly sneezed! Who's thinking about me?
Fiona hurriedly asked, "Do you have a cold?" Look at you only wearing a little black robe, you really have to be demeanor and not temperature! After saying that, Fiona took off the animal skin coat she was wearing on her body and put it on Qiming.
"Brush!" Qiming's nosebleed gushes out!
Fiona's two huge breasts suddenly popped in front of Qiming's eyes, although they were covered by a layer of animal skin and a small bandeau. But Qiming's nosebleed still gushed out uncontrollably!
Frightened, Fiona hurriedly looked for something to stop Qiming's bleeding, and found that there was nothing that could stop Qiming's bleeding. found his bandeau and said that he was about to untie his bandeau breast. Qiming hurriedly pressed her hand!
"Big sister! Please, don't do this! I just ate snake meat, and I can't make up for it! Qiming hurriedly said.
After eating the eighth-level cold python last night, the entire minotaur tribe roared in the middle of the night! Rhubarb in the next room just wanted to roar, but suddenly reacted to the fact that there was a female tyrannosaurus living in the next room. I swallowed that breath again, but it was bitter for Erhuang's sister-in-law!
The faint earthquake throughout the night shook the demon core lamp in the enlightened room.
The reason why the minotaur howled was because the eighth-level cold python was too replenished! Some minotaurs broke through directly. Basically, the lowest level of the entire Minotaur tribe is the third-level samurai, and most of them are fourth-level minotaurs. There are also nearly a thousand fifth-level martial artist-level minotaurs, and sixth-level martial artist-level minotaurs have changed from three to ten!
Early the next morning, Qiming gathered all the Minotaurs
"Now all the people in the tribe, all of them! Men and women, young and old, all of them were dispatched. Qiming opened a huge map marked with a curve from west to east.
"Now everyone is going in the direction of this red line, all the way east! Tens of thousands of sixth-level and thousand-seventh-level demon beast corpses are waiting for you to carry home! ”
The entire Minotaur tribe boiled in an instant, maybe the way Qiming spoke was too excited, and hundreds of Minotaurs went berserk directly!
Liu Zhuangsi vigorously plucked out his earwax and asked, "Little Brother Qiming, are you joking?" ”
Qiming jumped on Liu Zhuangsi's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "How could I lie to you!" Brother Zhuangshi! ”
After speaking, Liu Zhuangsi fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth!
To know half a year ago! The Siavi tribe is just a tribe that a fourth-level martial artist can slaughter! It's today! Qiming, the shaman, told them that thousands of rank 7 demon beasts were waiting for them to eat! It's incredible.
Qiming asked them to make a large number of iron carts to facilitate the transportation of food, and as a shaman, Qiming was very considerate of the minotaurs. The iron car was converted into an automatic car with a steam device, but the unscrupulous minotaurs were not interested in not being a wooden car that could be pedaled. Angry, Qiming changed all the steam devices to foot pedal devices, damn it! Wild boars can't eat fine chaff!
In this way, the mighty army of pedal trucks set off, and Qiming left some of the minotaurs to work with him to forge new armor.
Through the test of Fiona, it was found that Fiona should be the existence of the eighth-level Great Perfection, and as for whether she should be called a martial saint or an eighth-level demon, this Qiming himself did not know.
What's even more terrifying is that Fiona seems to be immune to many magical elements, and her physical resistance to blows is also very remarkable. It's really more popular than people, such a half-dragon person is even more terrifying than the descendants of those big demons. Sure enough, the dragons are the most powerful race in the entire continent.
Over the course of the next month, the corpses of demon beasts were transported back to the tribe one after another. Without saying a word, Qiming first took out the demon cores of these demon beasts and began his own weapon research.
The walls of the entire Siavi tribe have been erected to resemble a city, and Qiming has people install cannon barrels of about two meters on each wall. Compressing the seventh-level demon core into a circular elemental bomb, with only a little fire, the overwhelming eighth-level magic will be scattered like no money. Even if an eighth-level demon beast comes to attack the city, it may die without a place to bury.
A vast army of 10,000 men rushed towards the Hyavi tribe and saw a city towering over the ice field. I thought I had gone in the opposite direction to the excesses of human beings! When they saw the minotaur on the huge watchtower greeting them, they saw that this was actually a city built by orcs!
Look at a huge steel cart transporting ...... in the distance That's a seventh-level demon beast! The corpse of the seventh-level demon beast has entered the city! These tens of thousands of minotaurs and their totems, a sixth-level wind hail carving beast, are so inferior that they dare not move forward! Their tribe is the most powerful tribe in hundreds of thousands, if not millions! Almost all of the clans are fourth-level martial artists, and there are also hundreds of fifth-level martial artists, and the patriarch and the first cadre elder are all sixth-level powerhouses! There is even a sixth-level Great Perfection Wind Hail Sculpture as a totem! Originally, I thought that when I migrated to the tribe where this shaman belonged, I would be respected by the strong! But now, hehe, everyone's food is a seventh-level demon beast, and we can't even count as begging compared to others. It's still a chicken feather!
The Hail Carving Beast was completely wilted to the side, its wings drawing arrows on the ground. Meaning let's get out of here! It's boring, people won't want us.
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Locke happily ran to Qiming's laboratory and told Qiming that another tribe of 10,000 people had come to take refuge.
Qiming climbed the watchtower with a bitter gourd face, and looked at the 10,000-strong tribe that came again! Lao Tzu's city has just been built before you came, looking for trouble, isn't it! The minotaurs below don't know what Qiming thinks, and if they do, they will cry out for wrongdoing. Because they are far away from here, they have been on the road day and night, and they have only arrived now.
Qiming suddenly saw a snow-white eagle lying on the ground, and felt that he was surrounded by the elemental power of the wind and ice systems. Then he rushed over happily.