Live expedition from tomb raiding

"Okay, I see! You bastard, anchor! You can't explain these doubts, can you?"

"This shit! The thunder is rolling! The anchor, you suddenly checked the live broadcast room at this time, in fact, you want to see how miserable we are tormented by these doubts, right!!!!"

"Ah!! Anchor, you bitch!"

"..."

The incomparably cruel truth was revealed, and the tone of the comment section immediately changed, just like a woman changing her face, asking Ding Ze very quickly, longing for an explanation...

It turned into guns pointing at Ding Ze unanimously, crusading wildly, wishing that bitch Ding Ze would explode on the spot...

The crusade team grew to an absolutely terrifying level in less than ten seconds.

Moreover, the four local tyrants also decisively participated in it!

The local tyrant smoked and drank and burned his head: "Anchor! Did you see that? The money was originally intended to give you gifts, but now, poof, it's gone!"

The most beautiful in the world: "Anchor! You must cover your appearance well, otherwise, hehe!"

Ping Yijinren: "It's really too much, the anchor, you laugh so cheaply, you are purely challenging our bottom line!!!!"

The old Wang next door was also very angry, he threw the steering wheel, and the car stopped, "Anchor, I just smiled at you so cheaply, I have decided, no matter where you live in the future, no matter how many times you move, I will live Next door to you! You're just waiting to open a hat shop!!!"

276 Old Ding, you are down and out!

hiss~

I'm just kidding.

Old Wang next door, you are a racing fanatic, do you need to be so ruthless?

The smile froze on his face, Ding Ze couldn't laugh anymore, so he quickly looked around to make sure no one would hear him, and then rushed into the live broadcast room and opened his mouth.

"I said you guys, what are you doing with such a bad temper? I didn't say or explain."

"I just haven't fully figured out the specific situation here, and I don't know what to say."

"Don't worry, when I figure it out, I will definitely tell you."

Ding Zeru's face was neither red nor heartbeat, and he opened his eyes and spoke nonsense with a serious face.

A group of sand sculpture audience heard: "..."

"Please wait patiently, let's do this first, I'm tired, I need to sleep for a while," Ding Ze Maliu put away the panel, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep without giving the sand sculpture audience a chance to continue shouting.

Time passed slowly.

After about an hour, the fishing boat slowed down, and the pier of Yongxing Island, as well as the fat group of people who had been anxiously waiting for several hours on the pier, could already be seen.

Aning had already stood at the bow of the boat, and when he saw Fatty and his group, he immediately waved his hands and shouted loudly, "Get ready, we're here."

Hearing this, the fat man on the pier turned around. With good eyesight, he quickly locked on to the target, and then shouted resolutely, "Get ready for your size, don't you have any fucking sense of time? You know Fatty, I'm here!" This...huh?"

Yelling and yelling, the fat man suddenly changed the subject and said in surprise, "Old Ding, why are you on the boat? And little comrade Wu Xie?"

Ding Ze smiled.

In every tomb robbery story, there must be a funny character, otherwise the process of tomb robbery will become boring and boring...

From this point of view, the role of the fat man not far in front of him is still great.

The broken fishing boat docked quickly, and Fatty and several frogmen got on board.

Aning, as the team leader of the trip to the underwater tomb, opened his mouth and gave a brief introduction to the two groups of people.

The fat man still had the unstingy and carefree character, and after Aning finished his introduction, he waved his fat hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, stop nagging, let's prepare dinner quickly, I'll wait for you guys When I was young, I was so hungry and thin."

Hearing this, Ah Ning gave a helpless wry smile, agreed, and left to make arrangements for dinner.

The fat man casually threw the luggage on the deck, sat up on it, took out a cigarette and handed one to Ding Ze, and then to Wu Xie who had a rather complicated expression.

Needless to say, the fat man's unreliable performance in Lu Palace obviously caused Wu Xie a lot of psychological shadow.

As a result, Wu Xie has been distressed since the first time he saw the fat man, and he hasn't slowed down until now.

The fat man was smiling with a cigarette in his mouth, "It seems that Miss Aning has a lot of face, Lao Ding, you have been found... But, Comrade Wu Xie, I remember that you seem to know almost nothing."

Wu Xie: "(#￣～￣#)!!!"

Well, the expression suddenly became more sad.

When Ding Ze saw it, he had to speak, and explained with a smile, "Fatty man, Wu Xie is my boss now, if you talk like that again, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

Fatty: "(ΩДΩ)!!!"

The fat man was startled, his eyes widened instantly, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

After being startled for a few seconds, the fat man managed to make a sound, and said something surprising to Ding Zeyu.

"Old Ding, you are down and out."

Ding Ze: "..."

A group of sand sculpture viewers in the live broadcast room: "..."

"Haha, I figured it out, whether it's the fat guy in the [Jingjue Ancient City] series or this fat guy, the main role should be to be funny!"

"Haha, there's nothing wrong with it. As the old saying goes, if you have a big heart and a fat body, fat people are usually more interesting. The fat people around me are just that."

"..."

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The three of them had gone through an ordeal together in Lu Palace, and established a friendship far beyond ordinary friendship in the adversity.

It's not long now, and by chance, we meet again on this broken ship... If you ignore those, the secret arrangements that Wu Xie and Fatty have not been able to see clearly at present, this can indeed be said to be a fate.

Think of this.

Ding Ze suddenly couldn't stop thinking of another question.

Does fate really exist?

Would it be said that all fate, in fact, traced back to the source, is a series of causes and deduced results?

Ding Ze was lost in thought, until the fat man stretched out his fat hand and slapped him on the shoulder, forcefully pulling him back to reality.

The fat man asked curiously and expectantly, "Old Ding, when we parted before, you said you had a job to do, how did it turn out? Did you get something good?"