Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

297. Chapter 297 297 Healing

Emperor Wuchang can break the void with one punch, but if Li Mike replaced him, he would have to use most of his life to fight, and even bring half of his life to the person who was trapped.

During this impact, Li Mi's internal organs were seriously injured, and the blood stained the helmet and lying on the ground was unknown. The person in the trap was not much better. The climbing rope took him forward, and at the moment of the impact, an irregular throwing force was generated and threw him directly to the edge of the break.

After rushing out of the four-dimensional space, the man in the trap hit the rock again. Without the protection of the armor, his legs broke directly.

The two were stuffed into each other, Li Mi had severe internal injuries, while the person who was in the condom had a large fracture. The two were drowsy until they were awakened by the cold water.

"Put oxygen...inject cardiotropic agent...Little Huapi Fat holds the boss...Don't worry about that bastard mage, take off the boss' armor first..."

In a trance, Li Mi knew that everyone was rescuing him, and injecting cardiotropic agents and various first aid drugs into his body made him restore some of his consciousness.

At this time, he was already walking towards the person in the trap with a tactical short knife. The terrified magician was unable to resist, "King... don't kill him!" Li Mi whispered.

After hearing this, Lan Xin next to her quickly yelled, "Don't kill that magician, Li Mi is not going to kill him!"

"Why? He caused you so much..." The king's blade gestured back and forth at the throat of the man in the trap.

"He...he knows the location of more than a dozen treasures...let him atone for his sins..."

The king spitted a thick phlegm on the man in the condom, "You guy is lucky. How much wealth will I be able to give out then? I will stare at you..."

People all know that after the war, everything is in trouble. If the economy wants to recover, it is not enough to have money. If a person in the trap can really bring out a satisfactory treasure, his life will be saved.

Just as Li Mi took off his armor and people gently lifted him onto the stretcher, the poisonous dragon killer bee and a group of chiefs and generals all ran over, and Yihe and the man in the trap were stunned.

"Why did it look like this? The person who was in the trap had a large area of ​​fractures, Li Mi's internal organs were all displaced, and the armor energy was completely exhausted... It was so crazy!"

"Send this damn magician to the dungeon, heavy soldiers... give him a little treatment, don't die, I'll wait for his treasure to atone for his sins!"

The murderer bee received the order and took the man away. The poisonous dragon squatted beside Li Mi and said excitedly, "It's good that you're fine. You have done enough for our Jewish Barbarians. You don't need to interfere in the next thing. Even if we all die in battle, we will protect your safety..."

"Transfer my order. Li Mi is the most honorable guest of Gemanxing. Even if he fights until the women and children go to the battlefield, he cannot let him fight... He has shed enough blood for us!"

With a bang, hundreds of Jewish soldiers hit their breastplate with their fists, offering the most noble etiquette.

Li Mi was not able to move him and asked about the situation outside, "How is it? How has it been fought? Is the loss of our bombing this time?"

Poison Dragon looked sad and angry, opened the terminal's holographic map, and while walking, he chatted with Li Mi. "The first bombing, the enemy divided the 100,000 mountains into nine areas, and the main peak of the Songshen was in the middle... This bombing was mainly concentrated in the four areas of the northeast and northwest of the central and northeast..."

"This time it's not a tic-toe bombing, but a cross bombing... These four areas have been divided into sixteen smaller areas. The enemy's landing craft are now forcibly landing, and the latest military base is being built..."

Listening to the Chief's introduction to the battle situation outside, Li Mi suddenly asked, "How long have I fought with the mage in total? From the moment the gate was closed... No, tell me how much time has passed since the beginning of the bombing?"

The Poison Dragon Terminal "It has been 45 minutes since the end of the space bombing. What are you doing with this?"

Li Mi shook her head and said nothing. The collision later had caused the time disorder in the four-dimensional space. The window when she came was obviously displaced for forty-five minutes.

I really hope I can have the power of impermanence. I can break the void with a light punch. Those great magicians probably have better secret methods to open the door. Then I will run into the maze of time with hundreds of books and study with peace of mind. After I finish learning, I will find that the real time has only been a few minutes...

Li Mi fell asleep slowly, and fell asleep with infinite imagination about the maze of time. The poisonous dragon put his finger beside his mouth to signal everyone to be quiet. What Li Mi needed was sufficient rest and treatment.

The Lord of Songs has become the most intense area of ​​the entire war. The thick mountain gives the rebels enough shelter. After the bombing is over, the soldiers return to their positions to launch a crazy attack on the enemies who are snatching the stalls and landing.

The Hei Left Army also received a dead order. They must ensure that the engineers complete the construction of modules. Those planned military bases must be completed. If a step back, the military police will definitely start a massacre.

The crown prince is not the veteran General Andrew, and there is no way to mix sand in front of him. The crown prince only wants victory rather than excuses.

Hundreds of thousands of people fought around the Lord of Songs. When the lead cloud blocked the eyes of all long-range weapons, the war suddenly returned to the most cruel positional warfare and field warfare.

The battlefield was in a mess, with bullets from both sides pouring out to each other, and the commando launched a desperate charge again and again, and the human body thrown by the explosion was torn into pieces like a rag doll in the air.

"A step back means death... I will die as the enemy is over!" The singer rushed forward like a tide.

"Sister the attack of the barbarians... The base is built to win... The crown prince has ordered that the deserters die in the family!" The Hei Zuo army also went crazy. They fought so bravely and crazy for the first time in ten years of tug-of-war.

The Lord of Songs has become a hell on earth, but the lives of the nobles in space are still exquisite and elegant. The banquets of Viscount Inghisha and the crown prince have reached the highest level.

The aristocratic alliance is very mysterious to ordinary people, but not entirely for the ruling classes of various countries. They naturally have secret contact information, and the two sides will also conduct various exchanges regularly.

Moreover, all the great figures in secular countries were proud to send their children to the Noble Alliance to learn etiquette. Although Liu Yewang was not qualified to study on a planet controlled by the Noble Alliance, he was also fortunate to receive concentrated training from a Noble Alliance etiquette teacher in his childhood.

Eight teeth should be revealed when you smile. When facing guests of different identities, you should wear dresses of different materials, and different dishes should be matched with different knives. If you eat steak, you should use jade chopsticks, which is of course ridiculous. But when the cheese fried dumplings are served on the table, you will still use a knife and fork.

A noble dinner should be served for every dish, and there is a set of tableware and wine. Of course, red meat should be served with red wine, seafood should be served with white wine, the best rice wine should be served with crab, and rice wine should be served with eggs and dumplings...

There is no reason to say, this is the conventional rule. All aristocratic gatherings must be strictly followed, and this rule has become a watershed between the untouchables and the superiors.

"Dear guest, I wonder if these dishes are for your taste? Gemanxing is so simple and very negligent!"

...
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next