Future of Interstellar: I Gave Birth to Cubs for Dinosaurs

It was when the ambiguity was sublimated, but ignorant people came outside.

"It's not good, the Orlando Empire army is here!" The arrival was the second prince of the Masalus Empire. He hurriedly pushed the door open and saw King West pressing down on Sikong Miao'er. "Oh! Why are you still not doing well!"

"...You get out!" King West roared.

The second prince closed the door obediently, not forgetting to remind, "Military aircraft are important tasks, very urgent and urgent, Your Majesty West must hurry up!"

It is expected that the King of the Orlando Empire wanted to kill them by surprise before they suddenly sent troops. Now that an agreement has been reached with the Masalus Empire, King West naturally has to fulfill his duties. Although his brows are frowned, he still does not expect to tuck the quilt for Sikong Miaoer. "You stay here obediently, and I will come as soon as I go."

"Is it going to fight?" Sikong Miao'er was somewhat worried for King West.

"Fighting? No, it's a unilateral crush." ​​King West touched his cheek, "When I come back, I will continue the business."

Sikong Miao'er blushed immediately and pushed the opponent away, "The tone is really not small."

"That is." King West operated on Sikong Miao'er's bracelet. "You can click here to see the live broadcast of the war."

"good."

"That's it, I'll go first." King West printed a kiss on Sikong Miaoer's forehead.

Xu Ye's pink ambiguity between the two hasn't disappeared yet, Sagong Miao'er hasn't blown up his hair, and he's very obedient. King West asked the robot butler to bring the little ancestor back, and told the two little babies who didn't let him worry about eating, and then officially left.

Because of the war, the owner of the palace left and Sikong Miaoer was able to have a meal with his little ancestor. The little ancestor buried his face happily to eat as usual, the rice grains and minced meat were stained with hair, but he did not wait for Sikong Miao'er to be cautiously served. The little ancestor looked up at Sikong Miaoer questioningly, wouldn't this female wipe her face?

Sikong Miao'er was in a daze. For a while, he thought of King West when he was the overbearing president. Now those local love words have a sweet aftertaste, and even just now he was nervous and used a long whip to force him... his face couldn't help it. It's going to be red, this guy is really, ahem! What are you thinking about! "Little ancestor, why did you eat like this again?" Sikong Miao'er quickly wiped his face clean.

"That's right! The idiot said just now that you can see the live broadcast of the war here, little ancestor, let's watch it together?" Before the little ancestor agreed, he directly turned on the light screen, and the vast plain appeared in front of him, and a row on the opposite horizon stood on the horizon. Behind the mecha is an ordinary army, and his own is the same. Only one person is so different. He is still wearing that short shirt and shorts, but the dog’s ears and tail are missing. He looks forward fearlessly, as if he is opposite Mechas are just children's toys.

Sikong Miao'er can't help worrying about this fool, others at least wear a piece of equipment!

There was someone in the opposing team who devalued King West's ability loudly, saying that he was an incompetent male and was not worthy of the king's identity. Sikong Miao'er looked panicked and squeezed the chair tightly.

Perhaps it was this sentence that angered King West, and King West rushed directly to the opponent regardless of the trumpet or pre-war preaching.

When the fight officially started, Sikong Miao'er realized how unnecessary the worry just now was.

King West was like a **** of war. His speed was so fast that he even surpassed the mecha. He took the lead in breaking through the opponent’s line of defense. The huge mecha was just like a toy building block in front of him. Waved his arms and flew into the sky. One, two...ten twenty mechas, all of which were made by him, and they were thrown away in unknown places. This is the power of the descendants of the beast gods!

The soldiers of the Masalus Empire hardly need to spend much effort. They only need to follow King West to clean up those mechas and soldiers who have slipped through the net or still have weak resistance. They cheered and cheered. This war that was doomed to victory from the very beginning left their burning blood nowhere to go, so they had no choice but to promote the name of King West more vigorously. "King West! King West! King West!"

Sikong Miao'er's heart was beating up and down, an incomparable strong, an invincible warrior, but a fool in front of him. Such a contrast may not make a person with firm sexuality suddenly change his mind, but it is also enough to make him show a smug smile.