Chapter 883 What is filial piety?
Rao Qifang's doubts are actually very popular among subordinates. Because the walking corpses were transformed after the death of the first batch of humans in the disaster, even Mr. Lu Xun once said that it is impossible for people to die twice in a short period of time. , so subordinates generally treat it as a weird corpse with partial vital signs and activity.
Another advantage of this kind of thinking is that it can try to avoid thinking that this thing was once a human being, or even causing any psychological barriers.
What kind of ostrich mentality? Subordinates never behave like ostriches.
In fact, no matter whether it is relative or real, we can generally think that human beings are intelligent creatures controlled by free will and limited by objective laws, but the walking corpse is an alienated species
It can only be said that they have successfully subverted mankind's understanding of existing life, or greatly expanded mankind's understanding of the upper limit of life forms.
Oh, so you can still be "alive" like this?
Throwing everything aside, with absolute freedom and completely survival instinct as motivation and motivation, I really don’t know whether to say that they are a true liberation or that they have accepted the enslavement of instinct.
Cough.
That's too far.
Rao Qifang only has one quota as a servant of destiny, and her attitude towards this thing is like many little girls' love: feeling.
All in all, it's very mysterious.
It feels like this spot can be handed over.
If she doesn't feel it, then as long as the intensity keeps up and it substantially improves and helps her, she actually doesn't particularly mind forcing herself to be a stupid person.
"Well, actually it's important to be good-looking!" Rao Qifang stared at Wu Fu's body and thought for a while, her expression immediately changed from eagerness to fearful disgust: "Fortunately, it was confiscated. I have thought about it, or I can have a beautiful little girl. , either. Do you think the natural enemy is better-looking or the three-headed dragon?”
Li Cang sighed quietly, suddenly feeling that his biological mother was much more difficult to deal with than Dalei Zi.
Emmm, a sack for the ball?
Let’s just say, is there such a possibility? It seems that when Monroe explodes, the red-haired girl is put in a sack and given to Rao Qifang as a servant of fate, it will satisfy all of Rao Qifang’s fantasies about being a servant of fate!
In this way, wouldn’t it be beautiful for a mother to be kind and her son to be filial? !
"Smash it? Smash it!"
"Huh? Oh, I'm distracted."
The homologous link transmission channel has been opened, and the cheap shit is blowing out in all directions like a supermarket bargain hunter grabbing eggs. In an instant, the gap between the two sides in the melee is filled to the brim. This is called a large-volume tube. .
The dog-legged ones are indeed weak, but the 4,000 people who appear on the base are carefully selected. The overall or average number may not be easy to say, but the individual strength of the outstanding actual combat elites cultivated by the base is not as good as Si Stafford's robbery gang is really great fun.
These 4,000 people are quite strong and have no worries. In other words, they only need to work hard to increase the DPS with the cooperation of the second son of the bloodline who is not afraid of any kind of damage and is devoted to death.
"My mom, this is so exciting. Everyone, I dare say that there are not many opportunities for us to have such a decent fight in our lives. It's like putting food in your mouth!"
"So, when I play games, I like to be assisted by others!"
"Mom! What do you mean? Don't scream when you get hurt, I'm telling you! You don't deserve to eat my milk!"
"That's right, a husband and wife paid a hundred days of kindness for one night, and they scolded the cook in front of him without even leaving his job. What did you ask me to milk you for? Is it motherly love?"
"Domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers. Ha, my teammates have never disappointed anyone."
"Strike, quit!" "."
The scene was full of harmony, friendship and joy.
Teacher Cang is a well-known living person, and it is unlikely that he would be so extravagant as to summon higher-value varieties. It would be too scary to come back or not, so the numbers 1 and 2 are already at their limit. The raw materials of this thing are in stock. There is no shortage in the mill, and the return rate of sacrifice is extremely high.
Moreover, under this situation, if there are still casualties among the team at the base, it can only be said that they do not deserve to be alive at all.
When Zhuge Liang helped Adou, he didn't even bother to wait on the dung heap. Really, he, Rao Qifang, and Li Laixi were all present. The peeler's prayers were unlimited, and various healing and praying tools were freely available, and there were thousands of them. Tens of thousands of doglegs acted as living human shields. Li Cang really couldn't think of any more outrageous injuries to this group of people besides sprained ankles.
If you really can't find a sign with braille on it, just wash it off and go to bed.
Li Cang didn't think so himself, and Rao Qifang would make him think so. Originally, Li Cang was going to bring a few batches of magic mountains over for symbolic purposes, finish it as soon as possible, and then go back to each mother's house, and then have dinner. It was getting colder, but Instructor Rao said that this could barely be regarded as a rare training opportunity. If the base really managed to get the Colosseum in the end, it wouldn't be for nothing. It had to make some progress, right?
Of course Li Cang had nothing to say.
Stafford had something to say.
Within just a few minutes of the war, Stafford had fully realized his mistake. [Colosseum] and [Tease of the Laws of War] are the same thing. This thing theoretically belongs to the subordinate first. Skills, and then have a certain "referee" attribute of the little coin boy. Not letting the person who owns the skills be both a goalkeeper and a referee is already a kind and honest person who has exhausted his lifelong moral bottom line
Fairness is relative, and bias is inevitable.
Stafford still has certain restrictions on "summoning" servants of destiny when entering the beast fighting stage. Like the number of participants in the battle, the number of servants of destiny he summons is the upper limit of the number summoned by the opponent.
He is the cause and the other party is the effect.
But this originally quite reliable trick became so weak and ridiculous under Teacher Cang's unreasonable zombie sea tactics. It is true that Stafford and the servants of fate carefully cultivated by his four thousand men are more powerful, but without him When it exceeds a certain threshold, it is impossible to fight one against a hundred or even against a thousand. You can only watch helplessly as the opponent uses that nonsense cannon fodder and manpower to drown one's own members and servants of fate one by one.
What's even more nerve-wracking is that the opponent's "portal" has never closed since it opened. No matter how many cannon fodder die, there will always be more rushing into the battlefield. He simply can't imagine that one person has it. What is the concept of such a number of servants of fate? How is this possible?
After hunting geese all day long and being pecked out by geese, Stafford could only describe it as gritting his teeth and knowing the pain.
Not to mention that the Pokmon Ball itself is damaged and cannot be used to capture. Yes, forced storage during battle will be automatically defined as capture.
Even if there is no damage, Stafford will not make the decision to take back the Servant of Destiny. Based on the opponent's combat power, taking back the Servant of Destiny will only cause the scene to collapse instantly.
However, what he was waiting for was not only the disappearance of the buffs of Peacock Girl and Totem Man, but also being slapped in the face in the field where he is best at, and the warrior who was instantly slapped away like Minion B.
Stafford was scared out of his mind!
If it weren't for the protection of the Colosseum's eccentric eye, he might have been severely injured by the woman who appeared in the first place. The peacock woman actually suffered it on his behalf!
When he saw the empty space in the middle of the venue where everyone was busy but no one dared to disturb him, Stafford gritted his teeth and couldn't understand his hatred.
They are playing tricks on me!
They treat me, everyone, and this war as a farce!
"You——"
(End of chapter)