The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Li Cang is a man with strong execution ability. As for Lao Wang, that b is even more persistently obsessed with getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later in various senses——

TNND, call someone!

The one who is most enthusiastic about this kind of thing is of course Changhe Luori. Since the old man started working as a rail line vigilante, he has to judge the honor points and hope for the honor points. Basically, he is in a sustainable state of crying for food.

The natal prayer gave him the fighting power and the ability to climb the network line of the non-human, but also strictly restricted his possibility of obtaining material enjoyment. In his own words, if he wants to drink a bottle of beer tonight, he can either rob it from the wanted criminals judged by the natal prayer, or exchange it with the honor points for completing tasks, or buy it with bounties. There is no other possibility.

He is really good at fighting, but he is really poor. Even his posts on the forum are different from others. He is always selling his spoils, such as the slightly tender Japanese cuisine, the tender Nanliang, and the particularly tender black gems carefully selected by America.

The words between the lines are full of the word "poor" that means he is unrestrained and free. His biggest expense so far is the knife-dragging technique paid to Lao Wang, and his biggest income is the compensation that Lao Li helped him to extort from the base. It is sad to ask and tears to listen.

After several collaborations with Li Cang Lao Wang, Changhe Luori is about to have a meal. He believes that they are his lucky cats. Such confidants who are compatible with his stomach and taste are hard to find in the world. In a word, fellow Taoists, please stay, and harmony brings wealth.

Now that he has a driver and a thug, Li Cang is not going to pay for the start-up capital. Considering that Aunt Jin is a person who won't show up until she sees the rabbit, even if he is very reluctant, he finally gave the 3/7 base some opportunities to reserve their opinions. It is the same as all the disaster relief bases of rabbit families in the world. The story of Bei Laoyinbi is more of a story of rabbits and eagles. It is impossible to expect them to fight with America with real knives and guns, but they usually show that they are very helpful, comparable to the old man who has nothing to do and has not settled down in the ring.

"Three days! Three days at most!" Zhao Yang spitted wildly at the communication interface: "I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer! Wait for me, definitely wait for me!"

You can complain about the base, you can scold the base for being cowardly, but you can't say that the base has no money and no connections.

If the base can save one more life in the battle with America's void, it is willing to spend ten or a hundred times the money to buy a life. No matter when and where, ideological disputes will always exist and will always be cruel. Money is always the cheapest and most profitable way to pile up. After all, money can be printed again, and children really have no life.

Ahem.

And the very interesting point here is that the 3/7 base itself may not even have to spend a penny. It has both face and substance. The despicable middleman is like this. After having sex with Party A, he has sex with Party B. After having eaten the defendant, he eats the plaintiff.

Finally, of course, it is the Great Priest His Majesty who has a series of love-hate entanglements and grievances with our magician. He is the most difficult one to please.

As a decent man who could cheat repeatedly in the intrigue with the little money guys, he became an emotionless logistics captain in Li Cang's hands. Even if His Majesty the Great Priest regarded those things as grass, this process was unacceptable in any case. Ants still have dignity, let alone he wanted to be the master of the country.

Li Cang was also very troubled.

That feeling was like your friends who talked about everything at the wine table. They all looked glamorous on the surface, but who could guarantee that they would not take your pocket full of lighters behind your back?

Anyway, don't ask me where the pocket full of lighters came from. I care about how they disappeared now!

"Why don't we let Old Bei think of a solution? Anyway, the old man doesn't have many hairs left, and the heat dissipation is fast, so it doesn't matter if the heat from burning brain cells is enough~" Old Wang said naggingly: "We must give the High Priest an excuse to talk to America, or let him feel that there is an opportunity to do something?"

"emmmm"

It should be said that America is indeed fat, but she is not the kind of fat meat that anyone is qualified to take a bite of. Oh, can you bring the magician to play the same trick with the High Priest, Zhong Wuyan when there is trouble and Xia Yingchun when there is nothing to do? Mrs. Timi Niu used to be called Xiao Tiantian!

"I think you two should calm down first." Li Leisi sneered, "The American Confederation Congress has been arranged, but the little coin guy hasn't arranged you yet. Good fortune never comes alone. Please, can you have a clearer self-awareness and self-management awareness of your own nature?"

"Damn?"

Li Cang and Lao Wang almost choked to death by this woman's old trough. This kind of thing can't stand thinking about it, let alone thinking about it. If you think about it carefully, it is true. Since the last jump, this copy has not been cut. Whether it is the insect plague or the ambush of the Americans, it is not worth it for the little coin guy.

ε=(ο｀*)))

Busy.

Be busy.

The Headhunting Council put aside the dispute for the time being. Li Cang threw a few more logs into the fire and said in a rather Ah Q spirit: "It's said to be three days, and then three more days after three days. That kind of thing, just going through the process is enough to make Zhao Yang want to die. No rush, um, we're not in a hurry!"

It made Old Wang laugh: "It's rare to see you stop, are you too confident in your luck or too unconfident?"

"It's just to understand the urine of the little coin boy." Li Cang lay down on the wicker chair and said: "It must have done something about the resource allocation of the track line. It's just pseudo-random. Have you ever calculated how long we have?" Have you ever encountered pure white resources other than bugs and people?”

"I have another plan!"

"put!"

"Take the initiative to jump, move towards the third world line, and attack the kidney reflex area of ​​Little Coin Zai!"

"Fork out!"

"Nima. It's gone. It's gone."

It is worth mentioning that both Li Cang Laowang and Li Laixi Tai Xiaoyi have some specious metaphysical perception of the daily transitions on the track. It may be PTSD or inertia. So, that's all. This orbital line metaphysics is very likely to be real, especially after completing an orbital cycle.

"What, you still want to go back to the base?" Li Leisi glanced at him: "Donor, your heart is confused. Do you want the female Bodhisattva to help you stabilize your aura?"

Li Cang opened his mouth: "I, the lion, just want to smuggle a few hundred million to the base to smuggle land-sink bombs, but you just want to ask for a big order worth tens of billions?"

"You're scared!"

"Am I scared?"

"Ha~"

"Ha~"

Qin Zhenzhen shivered and looked for cracks on the ground. Unfortunately, there were no cracks on the ground, only cumin, chili and sesame seeds leaked out from between her teeth.

Woo woo woo.

Refuse to work overtime and reject office politics.

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Liao Hongqing swallowed hard, his handsome suit couldn't contain the trembling in his body, and the Black Book of the Dead fell to the ground: "I, I."

"What are you doing? Let's go!" The sideshow, who had taken a few photos, put away his cell phone, stepped up and kicked her, and put a bouquet of flowers and a ring box into this guy's hand: "Chew her mouth! Touch her pussy! She's going to break! Come on! Damn it!"

There are many things that people can miss in this world.

It can be a gust of wind under the setting sun, it can be the smell of grass after the rain, or of course it can be a sense of shame, a human being gnashing his teeth.

Click click click.

The cell phone that the sideshow had put in his pocket reappeared in his hand smoothly, and he grinned widely, making Gil happy: "Tsk, isn't that enough? It's me who's in trouble. At the critical moment, it's just a thief. Spectrum!”

Meng Fanting stood next to Bian Xiu, who was a head taller than him. He habitually held someone's head and said with a smile: "Our Xiu Xiu knows how to be romantic. Do you want a kiss from my sister?"

Bian Xiu's face suddenly turned red, and she said coyly: "Sister Ting, can you stop touching my head all the time?"

"Huh~" Meng Fanting held Bian Xiu's face, her red lips like flames: "Xiu Xiu, she really won't have that memory?"

The side show was reservedly hesitating whether he should stick out his tongue or not. As the saying goes, not sticking out your tongue is ideological. Sticking out your tongue is metaphysics. How can contemporary Nuo masters be ashamed? However, Meng Fanting stopped at the touch of a button. The young man's swollen heart was beating loudly and he spoke He said dryly: "No, I've already asked Mi, and even burned three stand-ins as insurance. Her memory is here!"

A tattered old cloth bag shook out a large amount of yellow paper dust when the sideshow was shaken, but what came from inside was a strange sound of water like the tinkling of a mountain spring.

"Xiuxiu"

"What's wrong, Sister Ting?"

Meng Fanting was dazzled: "How about going to my sister's house for dinner? My sister's cat can really do backflips~"

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"Why don't you just let it cook by yourself?" Bian Xiu muttered: "Zhou Cao, a big one is here. Sister, sister, you go home and cook with the cat first. I have to talk to old Xia Hou. , Teacher Cang has done a big job for the base!”

Meng Fanting didn't care much about this kind of thing, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll drive you off?"

"No, here, the person to pick me up is here!"

Watching the speedboat speeding away, Meng Fanting took out his cell phone: "Mom, tell my dad that I'll give him some money tonight and let the old man contribute a few bottles of good wine and cook two dishes!"

The voice on the phone was as gentle as jade, almost exactly the same as Meng Fanting's tone when he spoke in front of the side show: "The one who is so much younger than you."

"Mom, didn't I tell you that if an old man has money, he won't necessarily spend it on you, but if a young man has energy, he will really spend it on you~"

"You kid, you are talking about all this nonsense. You are already in your thirties, why don't you look like an adult at all?"

"You pamper me, and he pampers me too~"

"Really coming?"

"I can still have some time off. I have a meeting. I will wait for him over there in a moment. I will take him home at night. Mom, can you clean my room?"

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Ten o'clock at night.

The side show mingled among a group of middle-aged and elderly people and came out of the conference room with a serious look on his face. Meng Fanting narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but tighten his arms holding his chest: "Xiu Xiu, here!"

How can people be so cute? I really want to take a bite.

Bian Xiu's old-fashioned face turned red: "Sister Ting, didn't you say you don't have to wait for me? It's not safe to drive so late!"

Zhao Yang, Tao Hong, Ben Fengyuan, Qing Xia, Hou Haiwei, etc., all looked at a group of middle-class old men and shook their eyes wildly: "Look, beautiful lady in the car, look at others, look at you, look at the old man next door, Li, there are a whole room of people I can’t find a few wives, so you should be ashamed!”

Xiahou Haiwei took out a flat silver wine flask from his arms with a smile. Tao Hongben took it for granted and didn't care, and took out a flat leather bag: "I, Xianyun Yehe, can't bear the noise of the world, but in this world There is indeed a temple next to the place where the Qing Dynasty is cultivated. The Taoist nun is very gentle. Old Tao, I look at you and you are so angry at this and that every day that you are almost dying of yourself. I estimate that you will not be able to live for a few more days. If you don’t think about it, you will give yourself up. Stay for a while?”

Tao Hong, who has a short mouth and eyes as red as timi rabbits, is not in the mood to argue with this annoying guy: "Both of these two children are good and have a very upright aura. They will do great things in the future. I'll see you later. It’s my luck, it’s my destiny, I’m not alone!”

Xiahou Haiwei was startled and became furious: "Tao, what the hell do you mean? Are you trying to grab a slot? Are you choking? Is this a side show kid the same as you? Are you just trying to get relatives here?" ?”

"Tao has a grandfather and a successor, and he can teach him all he has learned throughout his life. You lonely ghost, just go to sleep. Are you teaching a showman to look for flowers and willows? How can you compete with me?"

"Bah!" Xiahou Haiwei touched his crotch and took out the talisman. He was very excited, "Old Bangzi, can you say it again? Do you want to fight? Does Tiancheng's master Fu Ben know what the value of genius is? Is a well-behaved domesticated wild dog like you worthy of baring your teeth with me?”

Feng Yuanqing looked amused and said in a clear mood: "Brother Yangzi, how long has it been since you saw your boss so happy?"

"I won't be happy for long. When the report comes up, he will have a headache. As happy as he laughs now, he will scold him as unpleasantly as he will later. I have seen through the urinary nature of those people, and they are all in trouble." Zhao Yang Spreading his hands, he said, "Forget it! Are you two going to be on time? There just happened to be new tea coming from the tea room, Pingpin?"

Feng Yuanqing's mouth twitched: "No, I advise you to take it easy. Those girls are old enough to be your granddaughters. Their consciences are fine, but their waists are also a hurdle!"

Zhao Yang said quietly: "That's not what you said last time!"

"How can a red mouth and white teeth taint someone's innocence out of thin air? Last time, what the last time, I just drank tea and had my waist massaged!"

"Ha~" Zhao Yang's expression suddenly changed: "Hey, boss, it's so late, why don't you go home in person!"

Bei Zhikang rolled his eyes and said, "Why, you kid, are you planning to find a place for me to drink tea?"

"Next time, next time, I'll make an appointment with Li Cang!"

"Haha, let me tell you a human thing. You don't have to drink the tea. You're going home for dinner. The little brat kidnapped my baby Zhenzhen and ran away without even asking me. He's also heartless!"

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