I have the portal, turn it over to the state. "
"Will you regret it? "
"I regret—I regret not handing it in sooner. "
The first battle of the Chinese Psychic Heavy Armored Brigade across the gate: clear the mutant nest in 3 minutes.
The Suzaku fighter jet made its first flight: cruising at Mach 4.2, With one psychic cannon piercing four.
The psychic energy matrix supplies energy to the whole city: 108 crystal cores resonate, and the energy cost plummets by 60%.
Lin Yan's upgrade was all done by lying down: "When the country expands its territory, I will give you ten thousand times the feedback. "
After the second jump, he casually squeezed the stainless steel water cup: "Is this probably the legendary winning ceiling? "
Then Xinghen's coffin was carried onto the Chang'an, and the silver star pattern and his golden star pattern that had been sleeping for three thousand years jumped in sync for the first time.
Leng Shuang asked: "Will you walk the rest of the way with him? "
Lin Yan pressed the star pattern in his palm on the star map: "He has been waiting for the key for three thousand years, and now it is mine. Someone has to open that door. "
The curtain of the interstellar era was lifted with one hand by a young man who submitted the portal to the country as a job resume.
The coalition of gods is coming? It's okay, the country... Has blocked the entrance to the God Realm.
Lin Yan's daily job is to play games in the villa, wait for the country to bring back the resources from another world, and then automatically upgrade.
His only worry is: he upgrades too fast and feels a bit dizzy.
"Why should I develop another world? Should I use my head to deliver food?" He was very sober. "Leave professional things to professionals. My specialty is lying down."
