"Xiao Sen, what do you want them to choose?" Li Huairuo and the others looked shocked, and their surprised eyes stared at Mu Sen tightly.

Before this, only Leng Nan Huaiyun knew the topics of the assessment, and everyone did not know. So when they saw this painful topic, everyone inevitably had mood swings.

What kind of multiple-choice question is this? This is simply a proposition! Either the wounded and sick will die, or the human race will gather to die. So......

"So, what is the correct answer to this question?" Li Huairuo said as he looked at Mu Sen.

"That's right, Xiao Sen, should you choose the wounded barracks or the gathering point of the human race?" As soon as Li Huairuo's voice fell, the others also shouted.

Really curious, solve.

Looking at the crowd desperately for answers, a mysterious smile appeared on Mu Sen's face. "Guess. ”

Hehe, do you guess it?

Do you guess we guess or not?

......

"I think we should choose the wounded barracks, after all, they were injured in the battle against the Hundred Tribes, and they shouldn't die!"

"I don't think it's right, we should choose a gathering point for the Terrans, the soldier's duty is to protect the family, how can they sit back and watch the people be slaughtered?"

"Fart, the hundred tribes are people, but the soldiers are not people? Those wounded soldiers shed their heads and blood for the human race, aren't they as good as a group of people?"

"That can't be said, these soldiers are really good. But since they have chosen the path of becoming soldiers, then life and death no longer belong to themselves, but to the entire human race. It is their glory to die for the sake of the people!"

"I don't agree! Those wounded soldiers who have seen blood are first-class elites as long as they rest and recover. In terms of value, they far surpass the ordinary people in the Terran gathering places. ”

......

Seeing that Mu Sen did not answer, Li Huairuo and others gave their own opinions one after another, some chose the wounded barracks, some chose the gathering points of the human race, each had its own reasons, each had its own opinion, and everyone tried to persuade the opposing opinions. So in the dream built by Leng Nan Huaiyun, a group of people from the martial arts department had red faces and foamed at the mouth, staging a tearing battle.

Don't say it, Leng Nan Huaiyun's dream is really not covered, and the saliva spewed out by everyone is really incomparable. Thereupon......

"Yu Luan, you actually spit on me?" Li Huairuo waved his hand to block the saliva flying diagonally, and then looked at Yu Luan, who had an arrogant face, and said angrily.

"Phew! It's you who vomits!You must choose the wounded barracks!" This is Fang Wu, who stood on the united front with Yu Luan.

"Master is fighting with you!" Li Huairuo shouted, then took a deep breath, and the saliva splashed out like a flying spring, enveloping Yu Luan and Fang Wu at once.

"Huairuo, vomit well! Let them choose the wounded barracks, obviously they should choose the gathering point of the human race!" Zhang Zhen looked excited, and shouted at Li Huairuo, who was full of might.

"Hey, dead fat man, why are you spitting on me?" Zhang Zhen, who was yelling, didn't pay attention, and was successfully attacked by Li Fatzi, and a mouthful of spit hit his chest.

"Because you have to choose the wounded barracks!" Li Fatzi was full of pride, obviously very satisfied with his results.

"Really?"

"Yes! Fuck, Zhao Tianshun, you bastard actually played yin for me! The master vomited you to death!" Looking at the saliva that was spit on Zhao Tianshun's left sleeve, Li Fatzi's whole face turned red.

......

Mu Sen looked at the people who were having a war of words, with a helpless face. Ma Ji, how many adults are there, can you have a face?" "Little Zero, Little Luozi, I don't know them. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Hmm.

Wei Ling and Wang Jianluo, who did not join the battle group, nodded at the same time, alas, what kind of people are in this group......

"It's better to be a freshman. Wang Jianluo glanced at Kui Qing, Zuo Zong, and Man Yangze, and nodded silently. The group of people in Luoyang Xiaodian are no longer saved, but there is still a martial arts department.

"Xiao Sen, what do you think?Is there a correct answer?" Seeing that the war of words between Li Huairuo and the others would not end for a while, Wang Jianluo whispered to Mu Sen.

"There is no correct answer. Seeing Wang Jianluo, a big warm man, asking, Mu Sen no longer hid it, shook his head and said.

"There is no correct answer?" Wang Jian was taken aback, how could there be no answer in the assessment?

"yes. Mu Sen nodded affirmatively.

"Then how to admit in the end?" Wang Jianluo wondered.

"It depends on the mood. Mu Sen replied casually.

Hearing Mu Sen's answer, Wang Jianluo's face was instantly covered with the word 'confused'. It really depends on the mood. This is an admission, not a playhouse! If you judge like this, how can you convince many candidates? How can you block the mouth of the world?

"Xiao Sen!" Wang Jianluo was rare and stern, and looked at Mu Sen solemnly.

"I said Xiao Luozi, why are you so excited?" Mu Sen was puzzled, why did this big warm man suddenly get angry? But don't say it, Xiao Luozi is still spicy and handsome even if he is angry.

"Why do you say I'm excited? Do you know how many people are waiting to see us tell martial arts jokes now?" Wang Jianluo's voice was a little cold.

"What am I doing?"

"What do you say you're doing?! There is not even a correct answer to such an assessment question. Is this what the head of the department should say? And after the results come out, what do you do to make many candidates accept it?" Wang Jian was angry, and his face turned blue.

After knowing Wang Jianluo for so long, it was the first time Mu Sen had seen him angry. Usually, Wang Jianluo's face is gentle for thousands of years, and his whole body is filled with a warm atmosphere. Obviously, this incident really made him anxious.

"Xiao Luozi, you said that if we really go to the battlefield, is it possible to encounter such a situation, or a similar situation?" After admiring Wang Jianluo's anger for a while, Mu Sen said leisurely before he got angry again.

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, and the anger on his face was like a long river of frost. Is it possible? Of course it is possible! The battlefield is changing rapidly, and anything can happen. Don't say it's a two-choice one, even if it's a three-choice one, a four-choice can happen.

"It seems that you think it is possible, what do you say we should choose then?" said Mu Sen again after a moment.

Yes, how to choose? Wang Jianluo's anger disappeared without a trace, and his eyes looked at Mu Sen a little dullly. "Komori?"

"To be honest, I don't know what to choose. Mu Sen sighed.

In the world, there is a double law, and it lives up to it.

Alas, what is the best of both worlds in this world? Most of them are purposeful sacrifices after weighing the pros and cons.

"But ......" Wang Jian opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed his mouth in despair.

"Xiao Luozi, there are actually no right or wrong choices, just like now, can you say that it is wrong to choose the Wounded Barracks, or can you say that it is right to choose the Terran gathering point?" Mu Sen's gaze suddenly became a little deep, and he carefully observed the more than ten thousand mirrors located in front of him.

"You don't look at the result of choice, it's the process of choice. A cold voice suddenly came.

Mu Sen glanced at Wei Ling in surprise, and then a smile slowly bloomed on his face, those who know me, Xiao Lingzi also.

"What can you see in the process of choosing?" Li Huairuo, who was spitting all over his body, came to Mu Sen's side and asked.

"I see you're defeated. Mu Sen glanced at Li Huairuo with disdain, he can lose a war of words, cowardice!

......

Chen Dashuai's face was full of hideousness at this time, with bulging green tendons, and the momentum on his body was terrifying. He never thought that this would happen in the first battle of leading the troops. It's not a choice, it's a sacrifice! And the sacrifice is still in your own thoughts. It's really like sitting on a boiling fire, and the feeling is indescribable.

"General, hurry up and make a decision! I'm running out of time!" the leopard-headed-eared soldier urged.

"Do you have any suggestions?" said Miyajima as he looked at the soldier urging him, he was now completely black-eyed, since he was a child, he had never experienced wind and rain, and lived the life of a young master who stretched out his hands and opened his mouth with clothes and food. Now that he is suddenly asked to make such a big decision, in a word, it is really difficult for him.

"General, my subordinates don't know. ”

The soldier's answer left Miyajima helpless, although he had a hunch that the soldier would not offer insightful wishes. But when hope was dashed, he couldn't help but be depressed.

Well, how is this good?

Li Zhuo was now covered in sweat, flowing like a stream on him, wetting his tattered clothes.

"Is there any other choice?" Li Zhuo's voice was full of exhaustion, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

"Nope. The soldier with the leopard's head and ears replied simply.

"No, no......" Li Zhuo muttered softly, his gaze like a torch sweeping towards the remnants of the soldiers and the battlefield covered in blood-stained corpses.

"I've decided! Go to the Terran gathering point!" The hideousness on Chen Dashuai's face disappeared, replaced by solemnity and firmness.

"Yes, General!" replied the leopard-headed and ear-pierced soldier and other soldiers.

Seeing that the soldier received the order, Chen Dashuai seemed to have been drained of all his strength and sat on the ground.

"General, are you alright?" asked the soldier with a leopard's head and ears nervously.

"It's okay, it's okay, you go and prepare for battle. Chen Dashuai wanted to wave his hand to signal that he was fine, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, so he had to say in a dry tone.

Seeing the soldiers leaving, Chen Dashuai exhaled lightly, his mind was now full of mud, and the solemnity and firmness of the decision disappeared without a trace. He didn't know if his choice was right or wrong, and he didn't know what would happen in the future.

"But I really can't watch the people being slaughtered!" Chen Dashuai's eyes were red, and he sat there like a helpless child.

"General, the formation is complete!, please instruct!" After a few moments, the soldier with the leopard's head and ears turned back and shouted loudly.

"Help me up first. Chen Dashuai took a deep breath, and then his face was once again covered with solemnity and determination.

The leopard-headed ring-eared soldier showed a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he didn't say much, but bent down to help Chen Dashuai up. More than a hundred soldiers stood like spears, silently with earth-shattering killings.

"Let's go!"