MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 472 no more to play

For Chen Hansheng, Mi Lailai, and even Song Ping'an, money was no longer the first consideration.

Even Mi Lailai, who had just borrowed money from Chen Hansheng to open up the domain not long ago, hadn't thought about it.

Chen Hansheng was not worried that Mi Lailai would not be able to pay back.

Mi Lailai herself is not worried.

It can be said that at this table, no one is worried about running out of money.

Except Lee Hyuk.

After the audience ruled out several common possibilities, he took the lead in turning his thinking to money.

When he asked the phrase "Are you short of money?"

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at Ma Cheng's gaze contains complex emotions of seeking affirmation and disbelief.

Until Ma Cheng recovered from his astonishment, he nodded and admitted: "If it is about your points in the Eastern Continent, then I really don't have one. In the past, we used the essence of divine power as currency for circulation in the Western Continent."

Only then did everyone have to admit that the truth was indeed guessed by Li He.

Immediately patted forehead patted forehead.

Cover your face, cover your face.

A group of people turned their backs on their backs and were suddenly speechless.

Luo Shan said grandly: "Brother Ma's account number, I'll transfer some money to you directly. If the amount is not too much, don't be disgusted. At least you can open the domain first to see the effect!"

Ma Cheng was stunned again: "What account?"

Mi Lailai covered his forehead and said weakly to Luo Shan: "Where can I get you if I can play money? People don't normally scan the code to enter the tower from the entrance. Where did they get the account number?"

"Ah?" Luo Shan was dumbfounded: "I seem to have missed a lot of links? It seems that a lot of things really happened yesterday!"

That's all for now.

The whole table suddenly fell silent.

Most of the people present had participated in the East-West battle.

They all saw how terrible the battle was at that time.

After the war, there were even three people who could not be rescued even by Wang Wen.

It is said that tower climbers are generally ruthless.

Life and death are commonplace.

But Mo Ran, Gu Jianbing and even Zhu Xingguo are the core members of Wang Min's "circle of people".

We usually do not look up and look down, and we have long been used to each other's existence.

A dinner like this one.

In the past unless it was in the tower.

Otherwise, there must be three people at the table.

This moment.

Looking at the hot pot soup base cooked slowly at low temperature.

No one puts food in it anymore.

Cheng Queyi prayed softly: "I hope senior enters the tower well this time, and returns from the 700th floor with good news."

. . .

"Don't be too rampant! You don't know what to do if you push an inch!" In the corner of the prison restaurant, the only fully clothed old man among the hostages shouted angrily at Wang Wen and the others: "No matter how strong you are, you can't beat the power of the country! I advise you to accept it as soon as you see it, if you wait for the outside world to lose patience and use real strategic weapons, none of you will survive!"

He embarrassed looked at him amusedly: "Why do you still think that we are ordinary people? Turn around and look at those people around you? How high is the strength to capture such special armed personnel?"

"Hmph, these are a bunch of trash." The old man snorted disdainfully, "My bodyguard can do it too."

The special armed personnel next to them were hit again.

Want to cry but have no tears but dare not refute.

In fact, in their view, even if it is the old man's personal guard, it is impossible to catch him in such a calm manner.

Obviously the old man was bragging about his arrogance.

It's a pity that those who don't understand can't speak, and those who understand dare not speak.

No one broke him.

Seeing that his cowhide seemed to have worked, the old man looked a little proud, and said to He Embarrassed arrogantly: "You are still too young, so it is not surprising that you have never seen the world. I personally decide to give you these small guns and ammunition. It doesn't matter, stop as soon as possible to prevent the situation from expanding and ending!"

He embarrassed turned to look at Wang Min.

After receiving the instruction, he picked up the communicator and stuffed it into the old man's mouth: "Come on, expand it hard, the harder it is, the better!"

The old man stared at him for a long time.

half an hour.

Finally he sighed.

With a desperate face, he dialed a certain number and shouted: "Attack with all your strength! Laser intercontinental cloud blasts are all on! It doesn't matter if I die, crime must not be allowed to run rampant until dawn!"

The night of bombardment passed.

The sky was obscured by the rising smoke, and the sunrise could not be seen clearly.

All the personnel in the prison were transferred to the huge playground to watch the fireworks.

When the last round of attacks including large-yield nuclear bombs bloomed over the prison.

Everyone sat on the ground in tears.

The old man stared at Wang Wen with his eyes pierced red by the strong light, and shouted in despair: "You are not human beings, you are devils!"

Wang Wen ignored it.

Raising his hands, the high walls around the prison collapsed.

Wait for the dust to subside slightly.

The people in the prison looked at the Yimapingchuan outside, unable to recover for a long time.

Wang Wen lifted herself up with an invisible giant hand of energy and several of them volleyed to the fallen gate of the prison, pointing to the empty world outside the wall and said loudly to the prisoners: "Everyone, all the armed forces that can come to support have been removed. You are free!"

For a long time no one dared to move.

He went to the ground in embarrassment, grabbed the most arrogant middle-aged man before and asked, "Don't you guys want to escape from prison? Now that all obstacles are gone, why don't you leave?"

Middle-aged men don't have the momentum they once had.

With a trembling body, he stammered and replied: "Oh, my God... I didn't want to escape from prison, did I?"

After a pause, he pointed at the "hostages" all over the place, and said with a mournful face, "Besides, prison escape and war seem to be two different things?"

He embarrassed and looked back at Wang Wen helplessly.

Wang Wen secretly sighed.

Use the giant energy hand to randomly pick up a few prisoners and throw them outside the wall.

Once the progress is full, walk into the portal and leave.

A waste of time and a lot of energy for nothing.

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Can meet but not ask for.

The next tower layer, Wang Wen, is no longer obsessed with divine power.

Focus on the tower.

The second day into the tower.

Wang Wen arrived at the 400th floor.

The moment she stepped onto the 400th floor, Shi Yuanyuan, who had been lifeless all this time, suddenly had her eyes lit up.

The Tathagata, who always pays attention to her, increases the power of confinement.

Wang Wen turned her head and looked at Tathagata for a moment, and asked Shi Yuanyuan, "Have you received the reward from the World Tower? Which basic skills have you mentioned to the master?"

Shi Yuanyuan chuckled, and said "guess" coldly.

Wang Wen is not annoyed either.

The tone of analysis is positive: "The other four items are not very helpful to your current situation. Only the master of spiritual power is somewhat useful. If you can't contact your god, at least you can play with your imagination."

Shi Yuanyuan remained silent with a cold face.

It seems that something is brewing silently.

Wang Wen stretched out her hand and pressed the top of her head in the air, and said lightly: "Okay, now I don't even have to play with imagination."

Shi Yuanyuan raised her head in shock.

Looking at him in disbelief, he couldn't help blurting out and asked, "You can even imprison your imagination?"

"Compared to imprisoning your connection with the so-called God, it is much simpler to close the channel of imagination." Wang Wen flipped through the directory of the same layer, and randomly selected a level that was relatively easy to pass to open.

The fog around everyone dissipated.

The progress is in the process of increasing little by little.

The distraught Shi Yuanyuan lowered her head and muttered to herself: "So everything was intentional! I could have imprisoned my imagination early, but I didn't do it until I received the reward of this level! I expected that I would choose a spiritual master!"