Interstellar Adventure: I Let Great Xia’s National Fortune Fly

"Haha." When Te Lai heard the fart, he burst into excitement.

The dignified top leader in Hamburg has now become a puppet with a broken arm, withdrawing from the group to pretend to be beeping, and being beaten in the face by consecutive national games.

In his heart, all the emotions that had nowhere to vent were released, "Young man, let me thank you for the Hamburg country first."

"Civilization-level national luck, Duoxiang."

"Hey, does 411 need a burger?"

This ridicule makes people feel uncomfortable... The point is, the civilization-level national fortune is handed over?
411 fans were also depressed, "Brother 4, why did you help Hamburg?"

Tera couldn't wait, so he quickly picked it up, "I like to eat farts."

Offline, this guy is like a fool, giggling.

He really thought that Hamburg had obtained the key to the civilization-level national fortune, and was about to overtake in a corner!

Also reasonable.

Controlled resources.

And won the Civilization-level National Games.

Coupled with the previous accumulation of the Hamburg country.

Small days are getting better and better.

"Pooh!"

Mei smiled, her hot eyes turned cold, and she slapped herself with a backhand.

He pointed at the air, as if fighting with someone, and asked fiercely, "Will you be able to talk? What do you mean by getting better?"

"Hamburg Country, has it ever fallen?"

"Oh, yes."

"In this case, let's say it is, create another glories!"

"but……"

Extremely spicy, most likely due to insanity.

As soon as the topic changed, the temperament of the whole person changed.

He ran two steps to the computer, glanced at the discussions in the live broadcast room, and logged into the Survival Forum.

"No one is optimistic about 411!"

"Oh, that's right."

"Npc, a string of data garbage, how can it be possible to get out of the game world?"

"Like playing with wood?"

"Then, I'll help you out!"

Thinking of this, the filth in Te La's mind, like sprouts after a spring rain, sprouted piece by piece.

Small soil bag.

Zhao Zichuan heard the spicy provocation, and he could guess the discussion on Blue Star at the moment.

However, he was unmoved, and concentrated on planing wood... It was like digging a hole and burying black powder in Death Valley, and there was no emotion on his face.

slats.

wooden side.

sawdust.

When Zhao Zichuan made a plan, Le Yao and Ye Ying came up to carry it away.

Right now, the desolate little dirt bag has taken on a new look.

"Put it here." Le Yao took the stone shovel and paved the ground first.

Yeying immediately spread the slats on and tapped with a stone hammer... With the cooperation of the two of them, an area the size of a bedroom has been paved.

"It's pretty pretty." Ye Ying wiped her sweat with a big smile on her face.

She said gratefully for the nth time, "I am so lucky to have met you two."

"Alright." Le Yao responded with a smile.

She glanced back at Zhao Zichuan, and flaunted sweetly, "The main reason is that he is amazing."

"This is not his strong point."

Ye Ying pursed her lips, and poked Le Yao's waist with her little finger, "Dog food again, isn't it?"

"Oh, no."

Seeing this comfort, the live broadcast room couldn't sit still anymore.

"Is it really a nest to have a baby?"

"Clothes!"

"What else? No matter how majestic 411 is, can it still break through the metaverse?"

"Fuck, then you can't give up, look for a breakthrough... If I am 411, I will try to fight monsters and treasures. Anyway, there is a better future than fighting against wood, right?"

There are more and more complaints.

With the help of black powder and lemon essence, the extra spicy trick succeeded.

"@画神, claiming to be worth tens of billions of assets, come on, let's have a little fun?" The one who spoke was the hot trumpet.

Staring at the ever-increasing odds, Tera typed, and said provocatively, "The odds of 411 getting out of the metaverse have risen to 9."

"The fan club doesn't express it, so please support 411?"

"Give it a go, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle."

"Isn't this 411's strength?"

The higher the odds, the smaller the probability... The ever-increasing odds just showed Zhao Zichuan's situation.

In this kind of game, Jianshen, who once yelled "losing people don't lose the battle", also fell silent.

Jianshenbai was misunderstood, and the fan group explained, "Brothers, I don't doubt Brother 4."

"Take it as soon as you see it, it should be right?"

The head of the team thought so too, and quickly added, "Brother 4 is running around on the front line, and we will help build in the rear. This is an agreement."

"We just have some funds in our hands, and we can do something for Daxia."

"Correct."

"In the beginning, we were all naked, and if we lost, we lost."

"If we lose now, more than a dozen support projects will have to be stopped."

Here, we are discussing.

the other side.

All kinds of provocations and stimuli are useless... What the hell, if the 411 fan club is not manic, who will win if he is too spicy?
No.

After thinking and thinking, Te La changed his strategy.

He aimed at 411, first turned on the voice changer, and then turned on the horn, "Oh, isn't this 411?"

"Why are you still playing with wood?"

"I don't know, the whole world is buying you to lose."

"Your hardcore fans don't love you anymore."

Buy and I lose?

Hearing this, Zhao Zichuan shook the sawdust off his hair.

With a bright smile, he raised his head and said, "This is a good thing."

"Ten times of national luck, bet on me to win, take it?"

Spicy thoughts are flying every now and then, and I think of the past.

I've lost, I'm afraid... My heart skipped a beat, and I asked myself repeatedly, can 411 save the day?

"Aren't you afraid of losing?"

Zhao Zichuan smiled lightly when he heard the sound, and said politely, "Mr. Hot, you just need to answer whether you want to bet or not."

I was taken aback.

He quickly retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm a woman, how can I be so spicy."

"No?" Zhao Zichuan had a half-smile.

He kicked away the wooden parts all over the floor, and looked up at Tiandao, "It's not the best, it's extra hot, it's like a mallet."

"It's complacent to lure wolves into the house."

"It hinders the common development of Blue Star, and is complacent."

"I'm missing one."

"You see, tell him, don't be complacent, I will teach him to be a man right away, young master."

"It's up to you?" Tera blurted out.

He realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly covered it up, "I mean, with just a pile of wood, do you think you can break the situation?"

"This is the Metaverse."

"You are an npc, garbage data!"

Zhao Zichuan smiled lightly, and jokingly said, "You are just like the idiot Te La, you talk a lot of nonsense."

"To bet or not, in a word."

Tera was about to die of anger, "It's just ten national games, a small bet! There is no need for Mr. Tera to show up, I will just follow you..."

This guy, the accent is emphasized, and he wants to save some face.

Who knows, Zhao Zichuan interrupted Te La with a contemptuous tone, "Don't talk nonsense."

"In front of me, that shabby national fortune in Hamburg is also called national fortune?"

"Bet, just bet on something terrible."

"Ten mines."

Today's Blue Star's mines are extraordinary... With the blessing of the power of the star core, they already have the advanced attributes of an E-level civilization.

Tera was a bit out of control, and was planning to ask Chaier for instructions.

At this moment, Chayer said, "Gambling."

"However, the 10 national games are chosen by the winners, including the Vata Underground City, the Iron Sand Gobi, and 700 million acres of Death Valley land."

"Yes." Zhao Zichuan agreed with a smile.

He raised the wooden cube in his hand and said with a smile, "Brothers in Daxia, while I'm working, hurry up and pick mines all over the world."

"Elect after you win, it's easy to renege on extra spicy."

Hearing this, Jianshen and the team leader looked at each other, "Brother 4, are you sure? That's the Metaverse."