Readers know what the Talking Ice Council is discussing, but Wang Junling, Yu Lei and others definitely don't know. But there is nothing wrong with this, the stronger the ability, the higher the position, the greater the power, and the more you know.

The ability is not strong, the standing is not high, and there is no right, so the truth of this world is completely half-understood.

For a civilization, a race, a dynasty or a family to remain strong, there must be a threat, a threat from which no one can escape.

Therefore, every dynasty is destroyed from within, because when the dynasty changes, it is the emperor who must die, and the people who accompany the burial, but most of the high-ranking officials can always be spared.

This was especially true of the civil officials, because they and their families did not have any hatred for the new dynasty.

How many Chinese people did the invaders kill, and what does it have to do with them?

So, there's only one way to unite all the people in the world, all governments, all the superpowers. There is a completely unreasonable, and at the same time strong and terrible race that kills humans without stopping, and they can be found everywhere - from the deep mountains and jungles to the sewers beneath your home.

At the same time, they will make a comeback again and again, just like Xiaoqiang, and even if you completely wipe out an area, they are likely to appear out of thin air at a moment that you ignore.

As it happens, the Protoss is a creature that fits all of the above criteria perfectly. They are powerful, normal humans have never been their enemies, and even their appearance is enough to frighten most human beings, even ordinary cultivators can hardly kill such a race before the third order.

(Kryptonite bigwigs who rely on magic weapons, except for the children of the family who summon the old grandfather.) ）

Even with advanced technology, it is difficult to kill them completely with firearms. As long as their heads are not completely blown or cut off, these Protoss can recover by sucking the corpses of humans and even their own people through their mouthparts.

Even if you have a missing arm or a broken leg, you can grow it all in just a few tens of minutes.

Of course, a few decades ago, the role of firearms was still very large, and once the Protoss was hit by the vital point, they would die instantly. Today, however, even radioactive depleted uranium shells, or special bullets carved by carvers, or even large-caliber sniper bullets, are still difficult to achieve the results of decades ago.

This proves that the Protoss does evolve, and the mechanism of their evolution and the upper limit of their evolution. - Nobody knows.

Because the Protoss had no language, no evidence that they were wise, and no evidence that they had ever been civilized. What exactly is the secret of the Protoss, it is too confusing.

These are still far away for Yu Lei. Although these gods are almost fatal to Yu Lei, the reason for the fatality is very simple. - Protoss······ It's all physically attacked.

So for Yu Lei, the Protoss is simply the natural enemy of the natural enemies, who told him to bring his own buff of *200% of the damage received.

As for his own double damage, you know, any warrior and meat shield, their main purpose is "Anyway, if you don't hurt me, I can definitely beat you." Instead of, "I don't necessarily hurt you anyway, and I definitely hurt if you hit me." ”

Although an archer who can't fight in close combat is not qualified, Yu Lei feels that he can only be a long-range output in this life. Melee combat? Don't even think about it!

However, the things I experienced tonight are indeed rich enough, and I have a deeper understanding of this world, although it is very likely that I will provoke a girl from the blood clan. - That's a headache.

"By the way, it always seems like I've forgotten something?" Yu Lei said to himself with a glass of wine, but before he could think about it for too long, he was put on the shoulders of the young wine fairy and went to the banquet.

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At the same time, at the foot of the mountain on the side of the Dayu Mausoleum in Huiji City, in the Yuling Academy that was being prepared, Andre, the Earl of the Blood Clan, was pleading with a young man.

"Sir, this time, maybe our race really has hope to please the curse. I hope that Mr. can help the blood clan, and I don't want to save Zhao Wu completely, I just need to suppress him. ”

And the object of Andre's plea must be easy to guess. He is Tong Zhao who appears more frequently than Yu Lei as the protagonist and Wang Junling, who is the protagonist in Yu Lei's eyes.

Theoretically speaking, when the supporting characters of a book are particularly active and particularly scene-stealing, they can almost get a boxed lunch. But Tong Zhao is obviously not an ordinary supporting role, he is a very jumping supporting role.

"Why should I help you, though I'm curious why you know I'm here. But that doesn't mean that if you find me, I'll be able to help you. Tong Zhao is obviously not a good gentleman, under the illumination of the incandescent lamp that is not bright, in this ordinary laboratory, Tong Zhao's expression looks ...... It's hideous.

With such words, it is like an evil villain.

Perhaps Yu Lei has never noticed a question, why would a twelfth-order boss come to the school and pretend to study? Could it be because of some conspiracy in the back mountain? But if Tong Zhao is really a twelfth-order boss, who can carry out some conspiracy behind his back?

Or maybe the conspiracy itself was planned by himself, and he came to the school to just observe it up close. Or is it that Yu Lei himself is at the center of this conspiracy? But Yu Lei is not here, and he has never suspected this classmate and iron buddy of his.

At the same time, Andre didn't have any dissatisfaction when he heard Tong Zhao say this, but continued to plead: "Our blood clan has no longevity, I just hope that Mr. Tong can have mercy." If the gentleman has the conditions, we will try to agree. ”

Hearing Andre's answer, Tong Zhao put down the test tube in his hand, turned around, and said casually: "The blood clan has always been the most loyal comrade-in-arms of mankind. But ah······ I'm not human, and if you know those old guys, they'll tell you that I'm the devil.

Not an incarnation, but the devil himself. So, do you really have to listen to the devil's terms?"

Andre was silent for a long time, and it could hear the meaning of Tong Zhao's words, which must be an unaffordable price.

As for Tong Zhao's comments and rumors, Andre also knew a part of it, and it was not an exaggeration to say a word of devil to this twelfth-order powerhouse who stood at the pinnacle of all mankind.

The fact is that he has killed more people than he has saved. Decades ago, when this strong man returned from the other world, he was just a country after a country to reason with people.

And the whole world has been very cooperative to listen to this truth, and has established a council to govern all professionals, as well as the "Ice Talker Council" in the Huaxia Shenzhou region, which is on an equal footing with parliaments around the world.

Originally, there were still people who were not convinced, but then all politicians gave in, after all, this truth is quite physical.

Three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged politicians are abundant.

However, for Andrei, at such a time, everything about the race is the most important, as long as it is not a condition for absolute extermination, Andrei intends to accept it. If you don't accept it, there is no way, when he contacted the other earls of the blood clan just now, the news he got was not very good.

If this crisis can't be overcome, then the blood clan may really be extinct from now on, and Zhao Ling's strange reaction also made Andre have a plan in his heart. After all, as a blood clan specializing in blood, it was impossible to ignore the blood in the black jade intermittent ointment.

"As long as Mr.'s condition is not to exterminate all the blood clans, I, the fourteenth generation of the family head of Anshi, Earl Delie, am willing to belong to Mr. Driven by the gentleman at will!"

André knelt down on his knees, folded his hands, touched the back of his hand to his forehead, and then knelt down until his palms touched the ground. In Huaxia Shenzhou, this is the etiquette of subordinate submission to the master, and to put it mildly, it is the slave's bow to the master.

(Note: I don't know if this etiquette existed in ancient times, anyway, it was set in my novel, and if you have an opinion, write a copy yourself.) ）

Tong Zhao had a faint smile on his face, neither stopping nor agreeing, but smiled very casually: "I don't need these things. Loyalty or interest doesn't matter to me at all.

However, I can indeed promise you to save Zhao Wu, as for the rest, you can just do whatever you want, just promise me the only one that is not too much, but rather quite interesting. ”

Andre raised his head excitedly and looked at Tong Zhao, his eyes were full of gratitude, even if Tong Zhao's tone was more of a joke.

"I want the night watchman named Zhao Ling from your blood clan to go to Yanxi City and carry out the night patrol with Wang Junling and Yu Lei. Of course, if there is any spark of love, it is not something that cannot be done. ”

Tong Zhao smiled badly, and Andre was deeply puzzled, he couldn't think of why Mr. Tong, who was standing at the top of the world, would have such game-like conditions.

Tong Zhao also saw Andre's doubts, smiled mysteriously, and then said: "That's right, I just have a big conspiracy~"

Andre seemed to feel that it was quite disrespectful for him to speculate about this Mr. Tong in person, and hurriedly said: "Thank you Mr. Tong for your help, I will arrange for Zhao Ling to go to Yanxi City tomorrow to take on the task of night watchman." ”

Tong Zhao still had a smile on his face, and then said to Andre: "Okay, I have cured Zhao Wu." 100 days, no matter whether it is enough or not, after a hundred days, Zhao Wu will inevitably die.

It won't be painful, but no matter where and what he's doing, he'll die at 0:00 a.m. on December 12.

No, it seems to be a miscalculation? Forget it, you go down first, anyway, he earns one more day of life, and it is natural for him to live one day less. ”

Andre hurriedly retreated, he was already very satisfied with the fact that Zhao Wu could live until December. And for Tong Zhao curing Zhao Wu without going out, Andre did not have the slightest doubt.

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A certain shadow Sang's nagging: Try to apply for a contract tonight, you bless me to pass.

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