Seven days later, the apocalypse descends, but fortunately, you have a simulator...
[Doomsday Simulation has begun]
[Please choose three from the following talents: 'Devil's Con...
North City, shelter headquarters.
Although it was dark outside, it was still evening and still a little before the shelter closed.
In the lounge.
Su Ze's linking talent created a picture that was like a holographic projection, showing it clearly above the table...
The conversation between old Philip and little Philip could be heard clearly.
I finished watching the conversation between the father and son.
Qingshuang, who was sitting opposite Su Ze, couldn't help but sigh: "This old Philip is still a white man. If nothing else, at least he knows how to write death, and that little one..."
Halfway through.
She suddenly raised her eyebrows and looked at Su Ze with a slightly sarcastic tone: "Wait, that little Philip just said that the voice would appear directly in the mind... Could it be that you are the one who instigated them behind the scenes?"
Su Ze neither admitted nor denied: "Isn't this kind of real-life game fun?"
Qingshuang curled her lips and said, "You might as well cut the Gordian knot and kill these idiots as soon as possible. Keeping them around is just a waste of food anyway."
Su Ze sighed, "That won't do. Even if I cleanse all the believers infected by the God's Grace Tree, it will be useless. When one group of believers dies, the God's Grace Tree will recruit a new group, and then we have to kill them all again... Or is it that Qingshuang, you actually enjoy killing more than I thought, and you wish you could kill more?"
The hat of a warmonger was suddenly put on him.
Qingshuang glanced at Su Ze and said, "You must have more people on your hands than I do, haha."
Su Ze nodded seriously: "That's right, more than ten billion people died just now on Tao Yaoyao."
Qingshuang narrowed her eyes and resisted the urge to give him the middle finger: "Bah!"
Tao Yaoyao, whose name was suddenly called, blushed and looked up at Su Ze...
She didn't participate in the discussion between the two, nor did she listen to the conversation between Philip and his son. After being intimate with Su Ze, she just washed up a little and sat next to Su Ze to continue studying things related to Migo.
She didn't say it before, but she actually had a little desire to win in her heart.
Some people want to get ahead of Suzaku and unlock Migo's coordinates...
"Stop it."
Su Ze reached out and closed the box in front of Tao Yaoyao, saying helplessly, "Didn't I just tell you? If you unlock the coordinates first, what will happen to Suzaku? She's counting on this contribution to invite me."
Tao Yaoyao pursed her lips, somewhat reluctantly.
Qing Shuang interrupted, adding fuel to the fire, "We've been researching this for three days, and now you're asking her to give up. Aren't you trying to make her lose face in front of Suzaku..."
After saying that, he noticed that Su Ze and Tao Yaoyao were exchanging glances.
It seems that they are chatting privately.
Qingshuang waited for a moment and said unhappily, "Are you two done yet? Aren't we discussing how to deal with the onslaught of the God's Grace Tree believers? What else do you have to say that I can't listen to it?"
Su Ze turned to look at her and said with a smile, "Let's discuss what pose we should put Suzaku in. Do we need to discuss it with you? Or do you want to join in?"
Qingshuang said fiercely: "Yeah, I want to join too. Once I join, I won't be able to do anything with you!"
Su Ze stopped talking and looked at her with ambiguous eyes.
Qingshuang couldn't help but lean back tactically, her lips moving, but she didn't say anything to show weakness.
Su Ze didn't continue teasing her and said seriously: "If everything goes well, I should be a little overwhelmed in terms of time, so you can handle the first wave of attacks from the followers of the God's Grace Tree by yourselves... Well, Qin Yushi is very interested in this girl anyway."
Qingshuang couldn't help but wonder, "I'm exhausted, and it's still going smoothly? What's the point of going smoothly?"