Civil Affairs Bureau special object

"Die in the wind!"

In the 8x8 battle grid, the struggle is fierce.

A huge tornado fell from the sky, raging from the red square B1 to B3, the white tiger card standing at B2 bears the brunt, absorbed three attacks, and the blood line instantly dropped to a dangerous value.

The white tiger roared angrily, passively triggered the "counterattack", and stepped forward to grab Xifengshen's paw, another paw, and another paw.The crispy French attack Xifengshen was caught and killed by him abruptly.

It's a pity that the blue side will still attack in the next round, and the white tiger with only blood left is hit head-on by the opponent's Buddha face flower, and leaves the field in hatred.

The white tiger fell into the Kachi, and was so injured that he couldn't move at first.But his self-healing ability is very strong, and he can drag his broken right hind limb to wander in the card pool in a short while.

Today is another boring day. According to the usual practice, after the failure of the tank formation, the master will not consider himself in the next strategy thinking.And why did the tank formation fail?

With all due respect, although the master is handsome, kind-hearted and sweet-voiced, his ability to form troops is really rubbish.

The other party is obviously the latest frozen deceleration flow, so at this time, he should compete with him for speed, or use passive control cards-but the master is on the tank lineup. A few poor little ones can't last long.

Sure enough, the other four cards were sent off in less than 10 minutes.

Baihu sighed melancholy, it was another day of being defeated, sometimes he really wanted to replace his master to form troops.

Unfortunately, he is just a card that should have no affection, and his opinions will not be adopted by anyone.

Bai Hu was melancholy for less than half an hour when he was attracted by a white light falling from the sky.

The card pool was originally a [-]-square-meter grid room, and each grid contained a card safely. It was so full that there was no room for other things.But just now, as the white light fell, the fifty-square-meter grid suddenly doubled in size.Not only that, there is no black and white line in the extra space, it is a whole, in the center of the blank area, there is a crankshaft display.

It's strange and natural—Baihu just knew that the flat thing was the crankshaft display screen, although logically he should have never seen such a thing.

On the left is fifty horizontal and vertical grids, and on the right is a blank area without grids, with clear boundaries between the left and the right.

Bai Hu thought for a while, then lay down on the spot in his grid.

That empty space is obviously not for cards—there aren't even grids there, so how do you do things like "forward 5 grids, move 1 grid, jump back 3 grids"?Presumably the master has other uses. As a card, I shouldn't disrupt the master's plan.

But that complete and loose blank area looks really comfortable. If it was there, he would not be limited to moving a few squares, and he could also stretch as much as he wanted without worrying about stretching into Beka's grid.

Baihu looked at the crankshaft display again, wildly guessing the owner's purpose of opening up this new area.Maybe the owner downloaded another cultivation game?It's blank right now, but isn't it exactly the rough of a room?

Later, wardrobes, dressing tables, princess beds will be added here... There will be all kinds of beautiful butterfly-style clothes in the wardrobe.

Don't ask Baihu why he said "butterfly style", he just subconsciously thinks that if the master wants to play the game of growing up, he will definitely raise a little princess who looks like a butterfly.

Thinking of this, Baihu felt a little sour.

The sour feeling is like pouring a vat of vinegar in summer, not only lemon, but also a little dizzy.

In the unreasonable questioning of "the master actually raises other people behind my back, does he not love me anymore", the impulsive and naive Baihu no longer wants to care about those rules and laws.

He was unreasonable and confident, and stepped into the blank area.

Nothing happened.

Neither was bounced back to his own area due to game conflicts, nor were there any additional warnings.The white tiger raised its paw, looked around vigilantly, and walked carefully to the crankshaft display in the center of the newly opened area.

He reached out his paw and gave the crankshaft screen a tug—nothing happened.

I hit it a little harder and pulled it again—nothing happened.

A little more strength... bang bang!

The crank screen was knocked down by the thick paws of the white tiger.

The white tiger was startled, the fur all over his body exploded, looking like a big fur ball.At the same time, the originally dark screen of the crankshaft suddenly lit up and played a picture.

Baihu pulled his legs up and was about to slip away, but stopped because of the sound coming from the crank screen.

"Why is it Bai Xiaoxue again?"

The voice of complaining was a little lazy, the tone that Baihu was most familiar with.He subconsciously turned his head to look at the crank screen lying flat on the floor, and a completely unfamiliar face appeared in his sight.

The heart suddenly beat irregularly, and there was no arrhythmia in the card, so Baihu didn't know why he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his chest.

He obviously didn't recognize that face, but he fell in love with him the first time he saw him.Then another kind of discomfort filled his heart. He felt that he was going to lose him, the kind of eternal, irreversible loss.

How could this be?

No, I will never allow it!

It was a kind of unreasonable and natural possessiveness, as if there was a voice in the back of my head shouting - he is mine!It can only be mine!Death is mine!

But the fact is that he does not belong to the white tiger, on the contrary, the white tiger belongs to him.

Baihu didn't have a systematic movement to turn around, so he had never seen the master standing in the back row, but the moment he saw the person on the screen, he was sure: This handsome man is my master!

Just at this moment, the man on the screen spoke again, and the familiar voice confirmed his identity: "Oh, it's frozen again! Where's Fengyunsi's dispersal? Have you fed the tiger yet?"

Baihu: ...? ? ?

The battle situation in the arena was retreating steadily, and the white tiger stomped angrily in front of the screen:

How can it be so bad?

How can the lone wolf make a big move here, and leave the magic power to Yuzaohu!

Hurry up, pull up the speed, and you can fight back!

Oh, shit, there is no help... the beautiful master is a fool ==

The white tiger stared fiercely at that pretty face, and the more he looked at it, the more revealing it became. At the end, his eyes almost lick~licked, greedily gliding across his master's body, and finally smashed his mouth.

a little hungry.

Want to "eat" him.

With the display of his strong desire, the originally dead brain area suddenly discharges abnormally, and the neurons are connected with electric light and flint... The "corpse" in the coffin suddenly bounced.

Zun Chuyou, who had been staring at the coffin all the time, screamed, and shouted in the brain network of the three: "Move, move! This method is useful, you continue to stimulate!"

Jian Xifei clenched a fist in his heart, exchanged a glance with Pampered, continued to make bad moves in the next move, and finally got knocked out by KO as expected.

In the card space.

The last card died, and the owner was killed gorgeously. The video was gray and white, with the word "failure" fluttering.The defeat screen stopped for a full 5 minutes before the display went black.

The white tiger let out a grunt of dissatisfaction, and angrily returned to his grid and lay down.

——There is no beautiful master, angry!

"Look, look, I said this trick works, and stimulate him with what he cares about. I think you only need to lose dozens of times, and the boss will be resurrected in place." Yang Zunyou said cheerfully.

Jian Xifei glanced at Kachi suspiciously, the appearance of the big cat lying on its stomach in anger was actually somewhat familiar.

According to his understanding of the big cat, if this battle madman is defeated, he will never sulk like this, and he will clamor to fight back.Fight again and again until you win.

But now, he didn't scratch the screen angrily, and he didn't jump up to challenge like the previous few times.It's just that I went back to lie on my stomach very unhappy, as if I was robbed of my beloved cat teaser.

Just now, did he really react because he lost the fight?

What confirmed Jian Xifei's thoughts was that they repeated the same old tricks and let the pampered and abused food, but unfortunately, Zongtong's body no longer reacted redundantly.

His conscious body, the white tiger, was very angry, but the neuron activity brought about by this anger was always maintained at a low level, not as high as when the finger moved for the first time.

It seems that he is really annoyed, but he is dedicated to maintaining a bottom line of "items".He still didn't think he was alive, and he didn't want to replace his master to form troops, so naturally he couldn't think of "wanting to live".

There is not much time, even in the brain, there are only 20 days.The pampered people had no other choice but decided to implement the second plan.

At the same time, it was time for lunch in Dahuang Prison, and a prison guard with the brim of his hat pulled down came to the cell.

He bowed his head all the way, and only a small part of his chin could be seen under the cover of the brim of his hat.And the bulging in the trouser legs on the back should be something like a tail.

When passing by two prison guards standing guard, one of them looked at him suspiciously: "Hey, you. Why don't I seem to have seen you? What's the number?"

"Number 000369," said the prison guard, who seemed a little introverted and shy. He slightly raised his head to look at the two beasts, and then lowered his head. "It's normal that brother hasn't seen me. I was just transferred today, from the Department of Special Objects."

There are at least a dozen departments in various departments of the empire whose abbreviations are the Department of Special Objects, so the prison guards naturally thought of the Department of Special Objects in their department.He took a glimpse and felt that the newcomer looked good, and his tone softened: "It's a new batch of guards, right?"

"Well, yes," the new guard whispered.

"Go, go," the prison guard waved his hand to let him go, and complained to his companions, "Recently, I don't know what's going on up here. I just sent some sub-beasts to change the guards. Don't you know that sub-beasts are not as powerful as us orcs?"

The new prison guard who turned the corner pressed down on the brim of his hat, and a sneer flickered across his mouth.

Of course, the orcs should be replaced with sub-beasts——Since Director Fo and his group already know that the boss has awakened, how dare they let the orcs imprison him?You must know that anyone who contains berserk hormones in his body cannot resist the call of the totem.

And orcs, without exception, have berserk hormones in their bodies.

The author has something to say: Thank you Nanfeng Ruxian for the cute nutrient solution~ I can finally see the comments outside today! ! !