Ten draws of Farmer? What the hell is Star-Destroying Pea Shooter?

Song Dalei was on the other end of the communicator, so silent that one could hear the sound of the air freezing. After a moment, his voice sounded again with a hint of helplessness and doubt: "So what do you want me to do?"

Fang Ming took a deep breath and answered honestly: "I'm afraid that the Venerable will run away when I kill him, so I want to ask President Song if he can get the kind of props that can prevent the enemy from escaping."

Song Dalei heard this and choked up in his throat. He was obviously shocked by Fang Ming's bold and slightly naive plan.

He secretly complained in his heart, this young man is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He dares to provoke a Venerable of more than 90 levels at more than 50 levels, and he is still worried that the other party will run away?

It's really ridiculous.

He replied unhappily: "You are over level 50 to challenge a Venerable over level 90. I admire your courage, but you are still worried that the other party will run away? Why don't you think about how to ensure that you will not be killed instantly by the Venerable!"

Song Dalei paused, with a serious tone: "There are indeed ways to prevent the enemy from escaping, but the props that can prevent a Venerable over level 90 from escaping are not easy to find. Not to mention me, there are probably not many in the world."

Fang Ming's face changed slightly when he heard this.

He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He really didn't think about this problem carefully.

Just as Fang Ming was lost in thought and at a loss, Song Dalei's voice sounded again, breaking the silence: "Are you still in the Western Military Region?"

Fang Ming came back to his senses and quickly replied: "Still."

Song Dalei pondered for a moment, as if thinking about some countermeasures, and then slowly said: "Don't act on your own, I will come to you in person later. Maybe I can think of some ways."

After that, Song Dalei hung up the phone. Fang Ming looked at the communicator that had been hung up, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He was worried about whether Song Dalei could help him.

But he also understood that now he could only wait, wait for Song Dalei to come, and see if he could bring a turnaround.

After ending the communication with Fang Ming, Song Dalei immediately picked up another communicator and called Sun Jianye.

A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The call was quickly connected, and Song Dalei's voice was somewhat teasing: "Xiao Sun, how can you be incapable at such a young age? This body is becoming less and less useful."

Sun Jianye's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of displeasure: "Old Song, don't talk nonsense, who is incapable? Try to say it again!"

Song Dalei laughed, not caring about Sun Jianye's anger: "Don't be angry, I heard that you turned into a sky-high demon ape, but you still haven't beaten Xiao Fang. Alas, I really don't know how you became the marshal of the West District."

Sun Jianye was speechless when he heard this. He knew in his heart that Fang Ming did tell Song Dalei about their battle.

His face changed slightly, but he soon regained his composure and snorted coldly, "Hmph, if you lose, you lose. I admit that I am not as skilled as you. But don't be too proud. You may not win even if you go up."

Song Dalei laughed even more happily when he heard this: "Lose? How could I lose? Fang Ming can only bully you. I can teleport thousands of miles away, and he can't even touch my shadow."

Sun Jianye was furious when he heard this, and mocked: "You only know how to run away, old bastard."

Song Dalei laughed heartily.

After laughing, he hung up the phone without hesitation, leaving Sun Jianye stamping his feet in anger on the other end of the phone.

Sun Jianye thought to himself, "Fang Ming, right? Don't let me take your hand. Although I can't beat you, the status of the West District Marshal is not for show!"

After Song Dalei hung up the phone, the playful smile on his face quickly dissipated as if it was blown by the cold wind, and was replaced by a deep and solemn look.

His eyes looked through the window of the office, as if he had penetrated time and space and saw farther away.

The original intention of making the call was not to tease Sun Jianye, but to urgently verify the truth of what Fang Ming said.

At this moment, it was confirmed that Fang Ming had indeed defeated Sun Jianye. This news was like a heavy bomb, which set off a storm in his heart.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, is this Fang Ming really the son of God?

What a heaven-defying thing...

Thinking back to the glorious years of his youth, Song Dalei was filled with emotion.

As one of the earliest professionals, he personally experienced the opening and closing of countless dungeons at home and abroad, and witnessed the dark era when monsters were rampant.

At that time, his generation built the Great Wall with their flesh and blood, shed their lives, and finally cleared the country and kept foreign monsters out of the country.

Every battle wasIn the battle of life and death, every victory is soaked with the blood of comrades.

Sun Jianye, the former comrade, is now the marshal of the Western District. They fought side by side, and Song Dalei knew Sun Jianye's strength.

That was honed through countless life and death tests, and even in the entire human race, it is a top existence.

Because of this, Sun Jianye was entrusted with an important task by the country to guard the western defense line and protect the country's peace and the safety of the people.

However, look at Fang Ming again, this young man, who just changed his job in the third year of high school, and now has not graduated yet in the first year of college. At most, his career as a professional is less than a year.

At such an age and with such qualifications, he can defeat Sun Jianye. This is simply a miracle!

Song Dalei couldn't help but wonder, if Fang Ming is given another three to five years, how amazing will his growth be?

I'm afraid he will really be invincible!

And it seems that it is no longer an unattainable dream for humans to completely end all monster forces and become the master of this planet again.

Thinking of this, Song Dalei's eyes became more determined.

He couldn't let such a boy with unlimited potential take risks so easily, let alone let him die in vain.

So, he took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly became blurred. With a teleportation, he disappeared from the spot as if he had merged into the void, leaving only a faint afterimage, and no one knew where he went.

In the Western Military Region, Fang Ming was waiting anxiously.

He paced back and forth, looking up from time to time into the distance, looking forward to Song Dalei's arrival.

Time passed by minute by minute, and he waited for nearly two hours. Just when he was about to lose his patience and was ready to contact Song Dalei, a dazzling portal suddenly opened in front of him, shining brightly.

Then, a figure stepped out of the portal. It was Song Dalei, who was white-haired and white-bearded and energetic.

"President Song!" Fang Ming recognized Song Dalei at a glance, and hurriedly went up to greet him.

Song Dalei looked at Fang Ming, his eyes revealing a bit of complexity and solemnity.

His first question was: "Can I not go?"

Fang Ming was stunned when he heard this, and then asked back: "If I don't go, who will go? What about the people in the western part of the country if no one goes? What about these soldiers?"

Song Dalei's smile gradually faded when he heard this. He looked at Fang Ming deeply and asked again: "What if I never come back?"

Fang Ming was silent for a moment, and his expression became unusually serious.

He slowly said: "Then I won't go."