Chapter 772: Their hope, their miracle
Chapter 772 Their Hope, Their Miracles
"Head, deputy head, what should we do?" Zhao Bo asked in an ugly face.
This is the first time he has worked with the team after he joined the World Group.
I did not expect that I would receive such a task.
As an old mercenary, Zhao Bo has a thorough understanding of the situation and the degree of danger in the world of Nirvana.
The tomb of the Mausoleum is definitely an area where they cannot go.
At night, the corner of the mouth is slightly hooked, and I look at it with Long Yunzhan. I understand the same mind from the other side of my eyes.
"Try it, don't try everything, how can you know if it doesn't work?"
At night, the scrolls were rolled up and stuffed back into Zhao Bo’s arms: "Trying, there is no hope, but if you don't try, there must be no hope. If it doesn't work, we will retreat."
No matter in any danger, this task falls into the hands of the world group. She should take the world team and go all out. Instead of shaking hands before saying nothing, I would advise everyone to give up.
This is not her style.
It is not the style of the world.
The juvenile mercenaries answered in unison: "Yes!"
The existence of night clearing is their hope, their miracle.
Even if the front is a raging sea, as long as the night nods, they will go forward without fear.
Because they know.
No matter how dangerous the front, the night will go with them.
And, they will do their best to protect them safely.
Zhao Bo and others, first stunned a little.
It seems that I did not expect that the night will choose to go to the Tomb of the Tomb.
It seems that I did not expect that these teenagers, after hearing about the sinister danger of the Tomb of the Tomb, will still be so steadfast in agreeing to clear the night.
Subsequently, more than twenty old mercenaries opened their mouths and laughed.
Is this...not the feeling they are pursuing?
The night is really a woman full of hope.
......
The murder of the Tomb of the Tomb of the King, the nature of the night will not rush to leave.
What's more, she had to go back to give Ziling a needle at night.
Therefore, she asked everyone to go back to the old house, and then let Qiao Jin and Yan Yan go to the peach blossom 3,000, and spend some money to get all the information of the Tomb of the Tomb.
After all, it is a place where you must be motivated. Everything must be careful.
The group of people returned to the old house in a mighty way.
Just walked in and inquired, I saw that the stolen holy is holding a golden gold bottle and carefully wiping it, the look on the face is extremely pious.
"Pirate Grandpa, what are you doing?" The glass cat squinted at the smart eyes, staring at the stolen holy.
During the conversation, the little body quickly jumped over.
Xiao Qiao’s hand has already caught the shoulders of the Pirates.
"boom--"
A loud bang, the hand of the thief shivered, and the golden bottle in his hand rolled on the ground, making a loud sound.
"My gold bottle -"
Pirates of the sacred screaming on the ground, shaking hands with both hands wants to pick up the gold bottle, but...
The hand has been shaking, there is no way to pick up the gold bottle.
The wrinkled face of Pirates is full of mourning.
Like the things that I cherish the most, I fell to the ground and broke.
The glass cat was scared by the staggered san.
It’s not that she is curious, but the devout attitude of Stealing the Golden Bottle, which is really flustered.
The mercenaries around him were also scared.
Only Zhao Bo and others, as if they used to think it was common, took the teapot from their own hands and went to the back hall to make tea.
At night, the corners of the mouth are twitching and go straight to the front of the Pirates.
Bend over and pick up the golden bottle.
The sight of the Pirate St. stuck to the gold bottle, and the hook was followed by the night.
That look is like the fact that the root of his life has been taken away.
(End of this chapter)
