Worlds’ Apocalypse Online Chapter 479: Shipage

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"I have to get busy, VIPs, please wait here, the boat will come in a while." The old man said with a smile.

"Please stop." Gu Qingshan clenched.

The old man nodded and disappeared in a hurry.

Gu Qingshan looked at the three passengers.

Among the three, the most striking is the masked black robe who floats in the air and exudes a bright breath.

Although the black robe has tried his best to suppress the fluctuation of his body, the void around him still resonates with him.

It seems that as long as he orders, the whole world will be moved by him.

This is the power of God's Descendants.

God's Descendants is born with the affinity and support of everything.

That is to say, this is a Spiritual God.

He is a descendant of Ancient God.

The heart of Gu Qingshan is raised.

Unexpectedly, I met a **** casually.

I saw this black robe Spiritual God standing on the edge of the terrace, carefully keeping a distance from the other two passengers.

God's Descendants is afraid?

Gu Qingshan turned to the other two passengers.

It was a big red **** and a submachine gun.

Yes, a submachine gun.

—— At least it looks like a submachine gun.

"Ah hahaha, do you know? The last time I woke up, dancing in the universe of our world, the result was the three-headed universe monster."

The big red **** spitting and splashing, talking excitedly.

Gu Qingshan stands aside and listens with his ears.

Language in the Jurassic World.

The concept suddenly appeared in his mind.

Strange, how could you understand this?

Gu Qingshan looks down.

The Ten Thousands Worlds Language Proficiency Manual in hand is still low-pitched whispering.

This is how Gu Qingshan understands that the red-crowned rooster is speaking in another language.

If it was him before, it is not clear what the other person is talking about.

It seems that the Blue Book is working.

One hundred breaths, Ten Thousands Worlds is proficient in language.

What a means.

This blue-covered manual can only be heard by his master. It will help Gu Qingshan learn all civilized languages.

Gu Qingshan clenched the manual and continued to receive the new language while listening to the big **** chatting with the submachine gun.

"I tell you, in fact, the octopus species universe monster is very delicious, but there are not many cooks who can cook this dish."

"Really? It's a pity that I haven't eaten that kind of cosmic monster yet." The tone of the submachine gun was somewhat lost.

"Why? The universe monster should be very good." The big **** said doubtfully.

"As long as I am take action, no matter what will be completely destroyed, I can't eat it in my mouth at all." The submachine gun sighed.

"So what do you usually eat?"

"Grow something for yourself, or go directly to places like bars, restaurants and clubs to eat and drink." The submachine gun said.

"That's not bad, some local cooks are OK."

The rooster said, looking around, glancing at the God's Descendants.

It lowered its voice and said, "Right, have you ever eaten Spiritual God?"

The submachine gun regretted: "It's the same with Spiritual God, and it's gone when I touch it, alas, I really don't have that mouthful."

"Aren't you going to tap it lightly?"

"I only used one ten thousandth of the power, but I still can't let the enemy leave the body."

"... you are so pitiful." the big **** sympathized.

As they spoke, they all looked at the God's Descendants.

The name God's Descendants is inexplicable, but the instinct is farther away from them.

"Look, a redneck, who hasn't even passed the language barrier, doesn't know what we are talking about at all." The big **** said contemptuously.

The submachine gun suddenly said: "There is also a kid here, but he was personally sent by High Tower Guardian ."

One shot and one look at Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan smiled and said hello: "Both are good."

The big **** and the submachine gun stunned.

The other party speaks Jurassic Esperanto.

This kid can understand us?

They all came to mind.

"Hello." The big **** said another language.

The submachine gun also changed the language of the world.

It uses the same greeting to say different questions: "What is your name?"

At first glance, these two sentences seem to be greetings.

But in essence, the two sentences have completely different meanings.

Gu Qingshan said to the big cock: "Hello."

"My name is Gu Qingshan." He pointed at the submachine gun again.

The big **** whistled.

The other two languages ​​have standard pronunciations.

The big **** smiled and said: "We just talked about eating, Gu Xiaozi, do you have any research on this?"

"I usually cook it myself, and I drink it myself." Gu Qingshan said.

"Yo, it seems that the craft is good." The big **** said with interest.

The other party looks only about twenty years old.

At this age, you can master so many languages, and you can get High Tower Guardian 's personal escort.

At this time, a large ship came slowly flying outside the lighthouse.

The big ship was next to the lighthouse and stayed in midair.

The old man at the high platform Guardian Society is standing on the bow.

"Please board the passengers immediately, we will leave soon."

The big **** leapt slightly and flew to the deck.

The submachine gun bounced forward slowly, and got into the boat.

Gu Qingshan boarded the ship as usual.

Until everyone else got on the boat, the black robe God's Descendants quickly flew on the boat.

This God's Descendants is full of tension.

"Open-ship-"

The old man ordered aloud.

The big ship was shocked and gradually left the lighthouse and flew towards the sky.

Gu Qingshan stands on the edge of the deck, looking towards the sea.

The entire sea is in violent shaking.

I do n’t know when the lighthouse has disappeared.

The black shadows surrounding the lighthouse have all disappeared.

Boom!

The world is beginning to collapse.

This scene is very familiar, Gu Qingshan just experienced just now.

He sighed.

Four passengers watched the world collapse and did not speak.

In a moment.

The big ship rushed into the turbulence of the void, and completely left that world behind.

The big **** and the submachine gun paid no attention to it.

They seem to be accustomed to such travel.

The submachine gun pulled the rooster and asked what the taste of an octopus-shaped cosmic monster was.

The big **** considered it and slowly described the smell of the monster.

The black robe God's Descendants stared closely at the old man, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, the old man turned around and faced four passengers.

"Everyone, we have set out, now please pay the shipping fee." He said softly and politely.

The big rooster figured out a jewel-filled box from somewhere, and threw a wing away.

The old man took the gem box and did not open it. He just put it in his hand and put it away.

"Thanks for patronage." The old man said.

The submachine gun shook violently in place.

"Ah!"

It makes an ecstasy.

Ding Dong!

A bullet with metallic luster dropped on the deck.

"Enough?" asked the submachine gun breathlessly.

The old man took a trick and took the bullet into his palm and looked carefully.

A moment of effort, the old man raised his head and respectfully said: "This is the first-class goods, there is more to pay for this shipping fee, please wait a moment, I will find money for you."

Submachine gun boldly said: "No need to find it, please help me prepare a barrel of High Tower spirit in the room, and the rest will be used as a tip."

"Okay, thank you for your generosity." The old man smiled.

Next, the black robe God's Descendants also took out a luxurious little bag and handed it over.

The old man took the bag and shook it gently.

In the bag, there was a jingle.

The old man frowned slightly: "This is not enough."

Black robe God's Descendants took a breath.

He paused, seeming to hesitate what to do.

The old man's face is even more ugly.

"Please wait a moment."

The black robe God's Descendants said that after touching it for a while, he took out a delicate and small bag.

He sighed and handed the bag over reluctantly.

The old man took the bag and shook it.

His eyebrows spread out slowly, saying, "That's just enough, patronage."

Black robe God's Descendants got this sentence, relieved like Mongolian Amnesty.

Next, the toilet wheel arrived Gu Qingshan.