✓ The male god of trade in the last days

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As more and more zombies increase, the convoy becomes more and more difficult. I can still find a place to rest and reorganize the night before, but it is not easy to close my eyes in the past two days, you have to be ready to retreat at any time, and even the team that is not in the front line has to start a fire with zombies from time to time, and that kind of thing that does not play cards according to common sense may pop out of your side at any time. At this time, the gap between the trained elite team and the improvised patchwork team is extremely obvious. Even those who joined later cooperated with everyone in a very short period of time. Compared to the chaos and restlessness of other teams, Guild Seven simply couldn't be more elite.

Yan Jingqi leaned on the car and closed his eyes to recuperate, the end of the world is indeed a place to hone people, he has completely adapted to this combat mode in the past two days, even if he stays in the car for a day, he will not feel any discomfort. It's just that this time has been on the side of the end of the world for a long time, and it takes nearly three hours of cooldown time to go back and forth, and for the environment that may be besieged by zombies at any time, it is obvious that you can't go back casually. Fortunately, knowing that the war was about to start here, it was very likely that he would be dragged back, so before leaving the base, Yan Jingqi first returned to that plane to deal with some things, and gave a card to Shi Yuancong, and after Uncle Luo's jade shot, the money would be remitted directly, and even if he was not there, Shi Yuancong should be able to handle the rest of the things.

There is also a script prepared by Ji Feng, and I don't know if I can get it out when I go back, and I don't know if the people he wants who understand intelligence are in place. Without these people, things on his side would have been delayed. Thinking that there were so many things waiting for him, Yan Jingqi's head ached for a while.

Gunfire rang out from the front, and the convoy stopped again. Yan Jingqi opened his eyes, and Han Ting on the side said loudly: "It's okay, a small group of zombies, the one in front can handle it."

Yan Jingqi nodded, watching a lump of metal constantly changing its form in the palm of his hand, he knew that this was Han Ting cultivating his ability, and Han Ting would always play with metal like this when he was okay during this time. Looking at the metal lump in his hand that looked like plasticine, Yan Jingqi asked, "This won't consume much of your ability, right?" Can you achieve the effect of cultivation?

Han Ting rarely saw Yan Jingqi take the initiative to talk to him, and immediately explained to him: "Even metal has various densities, and the degree of ability consumption of things with different densities is also different. Therefore, only by familiarizing yourself with the metal to the slightest degree can you maximize the release of your abilities. Although it looks like you are practicing Xi changing the form of metal, you can feel some extremely subtle differences every time you transform, which is to exercise your control over metal.

Yan Jingqi thought of his ability and asked, "Then have you seen how others cultivate fire-based abilities?" "You can't just play with fire whenever you have time, a little spark is not controlled, it will be a tragedy.

Han Ting really hadn't seen how other fire-based abilities cultivated, and ordinary fire-based abilities wouldn't casually cultivate in front of others, so he had to say: "The ability was originally originally possessed and then self-explored, so there is no complete cultivation system, I don't know how other fire-based abilities cultivate, but among the fire-based abilities I've seen, no one's flame is blue, or I haven't seen any other colors except red." , your ability is very different, maybe a mutation.

A trace of blue flame suddenly wrapped around Yan Jingqi's fingertips, and a blue flame danced on his white and slender index finger, and suddenly the entire painting style became mysterious. Han Ting looked at the blue and white color, and his eyes darkened a little.