Seeing that the leader had no intention of blaming him, Centurion Sakaz became a little bolder and complained: "We barely launched the drone, but dozens of micro-missiles failed to hit their car. It was always a miss." A little bit."
W murmured: "You are really lucky..."
The centurion echoed: "He is so lucky. If you give me a little more time, I will definitely be able to keep all the people from Rhode Island!"
He suddenly felt that the air around him had suddenly become colder. He raised his head and saw W's dark eyes, staring at him. The centurion suddenly became stiff and unable to move. Cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped into his collar. .
W stretched out his hand, lightly patted the centurion's side face with his cold fingers, and said coldly: "Do you think I'm saying that man is very lucky? Be lucky, you can come back alive because Storey killed his hand. Most of the people in the army are capable, and if he still has people to fight, he will never leave easily!"
"I forgot that you were still a student during the Kazdaele Civil War and did not see his true strength on the battlefield. He was a man who could easily shake the balance of war. Otherwise, how could there be so many people willing to fight for him? die?!"
W said bitterly: "If I had known he was here, I would have put all my troops up long ago. Triple siege by people like him won't work! As long as I can kill him, it's worth it for me to put all the warlock troops in! You Still want to kill him with this person? Don’t say stupid things like that in the future, go out and embarrass yourself!"
The centurion's breath almost froze. He actually forgot about the vicious heart of the woman in front of him and buried his head lower. He didn't want to die yet.
W regretted: "It's useless to say all this now, everyone has run away, and there won't be such an opportunity next time."
She changed her mind and added: "This is a good opportunity. In the year and a half since he left, Rhode Island was torn apart. Most of his operators were scattered. Now that he is back, the first priority is of course to gather those who have fought in hundreds of battles." People, tell the leader this news, and you can make a fuss about it on those who don’t know it yet.”
"Yes, chief."
…
Zhou Jinru was busy chatting with Mostema at this time, and there was no other reason for it, because the Fallen Angel was the only six-star operator he had a chance to pick up after traveling to this world. In fact, he also knew that the chance was not very high. .
He had already given up before the summer holiday. He had only seen the PV sent by the developer. His knowledge of Mostima was limited to the video, and he had never taken it out of the card pool. In other words, the direct relationship between the two parties was There is zero communication and no trust value at all.
"What's going on with the hot cocoa in your hand? Is it an illusion, or something?"
Zhou Jinru was very curious about the hot drink that Mostima gave him. It still tasted in his mouth, but there was nothing in his throat after he swallowed it.
Mostima took a sip, handed the paper cup to Zhou Jinru, and said: "Look at the liquid in the cup. Judging from the taste, touch and vision, it is real when it is in your hand, right? "
Zhou Jinru brought his nose closer and smelled the aroma and sweetness of the hot cocoa, and his eyes became even more curious.
Mostima smiled generously and said, "I don't mind if you try again."
Of course Zhou Jinru was not polite. He took another sip. The fragrant liquid maintained its proper properties when it was in his mouth, but it disappeared from between his teeth in a few seconds, as if it had never existed.
"I don't understand. Origin Stone skills are really magical. I have seen them many times."
Mostima didn't sell it: "I can share its principle with you. You have to exchange it for something, which can be a good story or some other weird stuff."
Zhou Jinru was stunned for a moment, then returned the paper cup to the fallen angel, with a warm smile on his face: "I have a good story, a good story about thirty years east of Hedong and thirty years west of Hexi. Why don't we have something to eat and tell it slowly."
"Hahaha, doctor, you are an interesting person, not boring like those people."
Mostima waved his hand, and two staffs flew up into the air and were inserted into the ground. A blue ripple vibrated, and an insect flew out of the soil and landed at Zhou Jinru's feet.
"Don't touch it with your hands. Some things cannot be touched directly."
Mastema reminded her, and she turned around and walked towards the camp, leaving the staff in place.
More than 20 people quickly set up a simple camp and left enough warning personnel. The rest got into the tent. Under the weak ceiling light, a large pot was steaming. Zhou Jinru smelled it as soon as he entered. A strong aroma arrived.
"Vegetable soup, compressed biscuits, and some dried fruits, these are all we have now, and the conditions are a little worse."
Mostima didn't mind at all: "It would be nice to have a hot drink in a place like this."
With a slight click of the hand holding the paper cup, the paper cup disappeared out of thin air. Then, her right hand reached forward, grabbed a bucket of steaming fried chicken, and placed it in front of everyone.
The fallen angel said frankly: "A little trick to deceive perception, usually used to deceive myself."
She continued: "This is my Origin Stone skill. I can grab some small objects from the past I have experienced and make them briefly appear in reality. I can also make myself appear briefly in a certain place. Of course, neither Really, after all, Origin Stone Skills are just Source Stone Skills.”
Feng Qingyun expressed her abilities calmly, and Mostima's tone revealed full confidence. Her words aroused the curiosity of the people around her, and they all looked at Zhou Jinru, hoping to get a correct demonstration.
Zhou Jinru had seen this before. He took the lead in picking up a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into his mouth. He bit into the golden and crispy bran coating and touched the juicy and tender chicken with his tongue. He swallowed a mouthful without having time to chew more, just like As Mostima said, the food disappeared without a trace the moment it reached his stomach, and his stomach was not satisfied at all.
"It's really a perception fraud. I'm hungrier than before, but there's still some satisfaction."
Mostima magically took out many things, including chewing gum, tea, soda crackers, honey-glazed barbecued pork and even a whole braised duck. She was not satisfied with this, and took out a pair in front of everyone. The cards were immediately thrown back, causing many people to feel sorry for themselves.
"Things in the past are all illusions. They exist in your memory and only in your memory."
Zhou Jinru couldn't help but sigh in the end. Just when he was about to pick up the lunch box to fill the vegetable soup, the fallen angel handed over a candy from the side.
Mostima still had a faint smile: "Doctor, this candy is real, eat the candy."
Zhou Jinru tore open the candy wrapper and put a round candy pill into his mouth. However, Bei Lei did not feel the sweetness as imagined. A hint of sour and spicy taste quietly spread in his mouth. For some reason, there was a drop of it in the corner of his eye. Tears fell.
