Survival in the apocalypse: I can sublimate all things

"Brother, don't panic, you're still working hard! You'll be fine soon.

Still working hard? It's been two fucking days, and someone from a powerful force is still writing? Kavin didn't bother you as much.

Lu Ming subconsciously glanced at the red business card and overturned his guess on the spot.

Good guy, his eye sockets are as black as a dog’s egg. Anyone who dares to say that he didn’t work hard is definitely slander!

Ding dong.

Facts have proven that reminders are useful.

Less than two minutes before the deadline, a document was passed over by Zhenhong.

Lu Ming came to his rescue instantly. After all, in Zhen Hong's opinion, this thing was a heroic autobiography, but in his opinion, it was a detailed guide to the dimensional battlefield, a survival experience that no one else could buy with money.

You ask, if you are almost invincible, what kind of life experience do you need?

Just kidding, you can't be truly invincible without achieving omniscience and omnipotence.

What if there are laws in the dimensional battlefield, what if there is a realm in it, what if there is something like dimensional turbulence.

Even if you have thousands of means, how can you contend with the unknown?

So he is looking forward to this "strategy book" very much!

With joy in his heart, Lu Ming clicked on the document text with his fingers.

Wow.

The text unfolds with a pleasant scrolling sound.

This is a masterpiece compiled by all the talents of the Red Throne for two days. He looked at it fiercely.

"Title: Our Great Crimson King."

"The mighty crimson king was born on the beautiful seven-color star."

"Bringing life and hope to the mighty red clan."

"Ah, he is so junlang. Oh, and so powerful."

"We like the king's blazing eyes the most, because they are like the newborn sun."

"He brings both light and heat!"

"His bum is so tall and ○○."

"His mouth is so sweet and fiery."

"His body is so strong and strong."

"his……"

"..."

"F*ck! He is so f*cking!"

"Lead us to win everything and survive in this unknown land!"

"This is our mighty Crimson King!"

The first sentence made Lu Ming die on the spot, and the smile that appeared on his face froze in anticipation.

Every word he said after that made Lu Ming's heart waver a little.

Until the words "Holy shit, he's so fucked up" came out, countless batches of grass mud horses couldn't hold back any longer, and they emerged from the waves in his mind, and trampled his heart like dinosaurs and wolves.

"What's this?"

The scene was frozen for about twenty seconds, and Lu Ming suppressed the surge in blood pressure and asked Zhenhong.

Zhenhong didn't have a high emotional intelligence, so she couldn't detect the change in tone represented by the words, so she replied seriously: "Autobiography, heroic deeds, why, doesn't it look like it?"

Lu Ming's old face darkened, and his expression management completely collapsed.

Damn it...you call this an autobiography? Is this a heroic deed? Are you sure this isn't a primary school student's composition?

"Then what the hell is this symbol? What is that circle!"

Dislikes were running around in his mind, and he was really unhappy about it!

Zhen Hong suddenly understood and said without shame: "I can't write the characters, and I don't know the phonetic symbols or phonetic symbols I used. I made circles, but the key parts can still be read. Don't worry about these details."

Don’t care about details, is this a detail? Lu Ming's head was full of black lines: "What about voice? Can't it be converted from voice to text?"

Zhenhong became impatient and asked: "You don't know that the document cannot be converted to voice? I said businessman brother, this was written by all the elders of our clan for 2 days and 2 nights. It is better than participating in ten starry sky hunting grounds. We are all tired and sincerity is enough. Some elders fainted immediately. You can’t just let it go just because you didn’t meet your expectations.”

All the elders of the clan wrote this thing in 2 days and 2 nights, and he still made sense!

Huchi - Huchi -

Lu Ming's old face was dark purple, his chest kept rising and falling, and he felt his breath was not smooth.

But thinking about Chi carefully, I felt that my corresponding method was wrong.

What is the Crimson Clan?

They are just a bunch of war madmen!

While he was able to surpass other tribes in terms of strength and strategy progress, he was able to throw away all the title rewards of being the first to reach the junior hunter warrior level, the first to reach the junior doomsday war king, and the first to complete the city strategy.

In such a wise group, it would be really difficult for them to engage in literary creation. It would be better to let him dictate directly.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Ming secretly thought that he had made a mistake.

It's just that he was eager to break through and didn't give Zhenhong a chance to tell himself.

It was also his fault that he overestimated the cultural level of the True Red Clan and mistakenly thought that there would be no problem if they at least wrote a self-report.

The result is that you use the wrong policy, and naturally you don't get what you want.

With a sigh, Lu Ming began to save.

"That said, brother, as a conscientious businessman, I value the sincerity and determination of my partners the most. Naturally, I will not deny your hard work just because things do not meet expectations. But unfortunately, this is really not me. What I want to see is your more intuitive bravery, such as the Starry Sky Hunting Ground, the dimensional battlefield that interests me greatly but has never been to. "

"Huh? Dimensional battlefield? Have you never stepped into it? Then you do have a conscience, unlike your peers who like to wander in the fog of the dimensional battlefield and make some unconscionable money."

As soon as these words came out, Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and he realized that it was true that talking therapy was the strongest.

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