Doomsday Hunter

Jiu An sneezed.

He didn't know for the time being that his plans to marry Eva during the holidays were in vain. However, even if he wasn't transferred to the Shadow Legion to work, Jiu An couldn't have married Eva so casually.

Although they are in love with each other, how could such a thing as marriage be as simple as he thought.

So Eva and Jiu'an had another fight that day. If it weren't for Jiu'an's injury and need to take care of it, it is estimated that Eva would leave him alone.

After all, Jiu An is really annoying.

What's even more irritating is that Jiu'an didn't realize how angry he was at all. So Eva really wanted to hit him, ah no, it was already.

Jiu'an didn't understand, but he felt that Eva should be his girlfriend now.

Of course, there are other things to do now. Let's go back and learn from my father. Jiu An thought about it as he painted stars on the new armor.

Seven little stars, two big stars, a bunch of light spots.

It means that he killed seven eights, two nines, and countless sevens.

Someone has already given Jiu An a nickname, God of War.

Yes, very handsome.

Jiu'an is very beautiful now, as if to indulge in the praise of everyone, unable to extricate himself.

However, after being in the army for so long, I miss my mother and Sister Yongning a little. Oh, and Poria, I wonder if I have been bullied at school recently...

It's almost New Year's Eve, but most of them won't be able to reunite this year.

My father took Lin Yin's mother and Xiaoyu's mother to the south, and Changzhi and I both worked outside.

But there is still Sister Yongning at home, and Sister Ellie and Haiduo Fuling can also go back... Eva will go too, right?

Jiu'an began to lose his mind and accidentally got the spray paint on himself. He wanted to use his mental power to get rid of it, but he tossed it for a long time.

No way, his mental power level is really not good. All rely on the flesh and equipment to fight.

Its own big move, basically no. Even the seals of God that his parents scavenged for him are all passive effects, which are very magical.

Such a presence is strong. And it's persistent, unlike the original Lin Yin, who had a level 9 state to fight against a demigod for three seconds. Then lie down. Jiu'an was similar to Li Le in the early days, good at protracted battles and beat people with his fists.

The burst damage depends entirely on the weapon.

After a few battles, Jiu An felt that he was getting closer and closer to the ninth level. The body also began to gather blessing power.

It seems to be just some very ordinary blessings, which strengthen Jiu'an's physical quality, especially in terms of vitality. But not by much - blessings are like this, no side effects, but ordinary effects.

The curse is the strongest. It's a pity that the enemy is a group of snow monsters and will not curse.

It is necessary to fight humans in a place affected by the power of death. Western Europe is good, and West Asia is fine too.

Jiu'an doesn't know where he will be transferred in the future, so he is still thinking about where he will go to fight next. Africa, West Asia, Western Europe, it seems possible.

Anyway, it's a low-intensity fight against bandits, and it's the same wherever you go. It's possible that they won't be able to kill a few people here for a long time.

The fierce battle in the snow field is already the biggest in ten years.

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"Aren't Jiu'an and Changzhi coming back?" Ellie lay on the table and started yawning.

Tomorrow will be New Year's Eve. But their family was not reunited. Although, there are not many people. Hai Duo will be back in the evening, as well as her, Fu Ling, Sister Yong Ning, and Eva who came to eat...

Hey, it seems that there is not a single boy this year.

Ellie fell asleep again on the table. But Fu Ling, who was brought back by her, looked to the west, as if she was worried about her elder brother Changzhi.

Yong Ning was in the room, playing games alone, and a little picture of the future flashed in his eyes.

She is the most powerful prophet after Taimi and Zhuge Qianliu. On the surface, only Ellie in the second generation has reached the ninth level. In fact, Yongning broke through earlier than her, but he didn't tell others.

After customs clearance, Yongning put down the handle, came to the table and took out the drawing board to draw.

Compared to those ambitious men, her life is very ordinary. It feels like you don't need supernatural powers at all to live well.

Almost each of Li Le's children has different ideas. And his expectation for the children is to be happy.

Do whatever you like, anyway, if you do bad things, you will be the mother. Only losers like to let offspring do what they haven't done.

Other ideas of being a mother are similar, just don't go the wrong way, and it's not that the family can't afford it. What's more, Yongning can fully support himself, as long as he doesn't charge too much money for the game like his mother.

"Well, Hai Duo is coming back." Yong Ning stopped his brush and only drew a draft. This will be the cover of her new novel.

In Yongning's view, Hai Duo is the most troublesome child in the family. Everyone else called her everyone, only what Hai Duo said was actually the biggest.

After three years in the womb, does that count as age? When it was sealed, it was clear that time stood still.

Then Hai Duo was a bit like Qixin's mother, rubbing against Yong Ning at every turn and calling Yong Ning her sister. Really annoying.

It was annoying, but Yong Ning had a faint smile on his face, and went out to meet his sister.

"Yongning!" Hai Duo hugged her sister, and the two began to rub against each other.

Ellie made a tsk-tsk sound next to her, and suddenly remembered something: "Haiduo, you are in a better mood? Why do I remember that when I went out before, I still looked like I lost the direction of my life?"

Hai Duo left Yong Ning, "Ah, I'm going to join a circus. Tour the whole Mediterranean."

"Well, that's pretty good." Yong Ning said quite seriously.

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Some people will choose to take the easiest path, why be too ambitious and just do what they love. It's too tiring to climb up and fight the world.

And some people will make different choices.

Changzhi thought about it, and finally decided to let the residents have a good meal during the Chinese New Year.

Humans cannot survive as long as they have the most basic food. They still need, hope. If there is hope in the future, they can endure it, knowing that spring is coming soon, and winter will not be so bitter.

At this time, in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, there is no way for the Poria to produce many crops. No way, there is no mature greenhouse here. So Changzhi let her go back first.

Everyone can get some cakes and drinks, and the defense forces eat some exotic meat. It's a simple way to pass this year.

And Changzhi himself is still eating the most common bread. The dark elf teacher next to him shook his head and said nothing.

It's not really necessary like this, and it's not eating too much, just eating something good, and how many people can starve to death because of this? Why should the New Year's Eve be so simple.

But he also had some emotions.

As expected of Her Majesty's child.

However, Changzhi actually knew that her mother had never starved together with the people. Everywhere this eldest lady goes, she has red wine and cigars and exquisite food. Even in the worst conditions, she can have a hot pot with Li Le or something.

Her Lady Queen knows the sufferings of the world, but she does not enjoy the sufferings of the world.

In this regard, Changzhi may be more emotional and less rational than her. On the last day of the twenty-eighth year of the apocalypse, Li Changzhi was actually the worst eater in the entire camp.

It may not be possible to rely solely on the personal economy and high moral character of the leaders. But definitely better than those morally corrupted guys.

It was also New Years, somewhere about a city away from the West Construction Camp.

Among the many camps in Western Europe, this place is relatively powerful, and there is a ninth-level town. The slaves under his command are in groups, they are self-sufficient in food, and they can also produce many weapons.

Just like the existence of a small city-state.

But in the last days, life is definitely not very good, and the slaves don't even know that it's New Year's Day today. After burying their starved and freezing companions, they took away the food they had lost today, and went back to the hut to sleep.

on top of tall buildings.

The chefs put the prepared food on the dining car.

A group of elegant dark-blooded nobles sat at the dining table, watching the food being served, but no one was in a hurry to eat. After all, they usually eat very well and well, even if it's New Year's Eve, it's actually like that.

Gathering together for a dinner party is mainly for exchanging feelings and improving relationships.

In the future, if you need anything, please help each other. After all, we are all of the same class. Only by working together can we bully the bottom.

A new eighth-level dark elf, or a lord-level dark elf, sat in the corner, looking at his handsome and feminine face with a mirror.

From time to time, someone came up to chat with him, or to discuss cooperation, or to win over. But the dark elf who ran away after being defeated by Changzhi was somewhat lacking in interest, and was a little disgusted when faced with werewolves or cyclops.

"Cough cough." The owner of this place, a mixed blood of a demon and a dark elf suddenly stood up and raised the wine glass: "Everyone, happy new year."

"In the new year, Luxembourg will continue to make everyone's life better and better. All owners of noble blood can get a place here. Let's celebrate!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and with nondescript etiquette, began to find various reasons for themselves to drink.

The food needed for each glass of wine can feed a person for a few days.

But here, many people can't finish drinking, and even fall directly to the ground. A high level of alcohol, even if you drink too much, even at the level of seven or eight, you may not be able to stand it.

Drunk life and dream death, that is.

There was a lot of food left over, too, and the precious, steak drizzled with good sauce (smuggled from the Restored) was thrown aside.

The smell of drinks spread throughout the audience.

Toasts, lights, people talking and laughing.

The sound of the wind outside, and the wailing of the slaves before they died, could not affect these gentlemen in the slightest.

In places that the order has not covered for the time being. The shadow of the end times has never actually left. And Li Changzhi who is willing to accompany the people to starve is only a minority at any time.

Noble gentlemen, as well as slaves and commoners who have no chance to become noble gentlemen but have the same essence.

It is the mainstream of this world.

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