I have a room in Huangquan

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After stepping in, there is no mystifying style like in the assessment, it is really just a corridor.

Both sides of the corridor are covered with portraits. Ding Xiaoyi looked at these portraits and couldn't help being a little surprised. The people in the portraits were not what he imagined, they were some heroes of the trade union, or some stories.

It's just a portrait of an ordinary old man, like an exhibit quietly placed somewhere in a museum.

There is also the life story of the old man on the side, but there are only a few short sentences, but there will be a separate personal biography under the portrait, but it is safely protected by the glass cabinet.

Suddenly Ding Xiaoyi paused, and his figure couldn't help but stop beside a portrait.

The old man in the painting has a kind face and piercing eyes, staring ahead as if looking into the future.

Under the portrait, there is a very simple slogan: This prosperous age is as you wish, and the plane does not need to fly twice.

Ding Xiaoyi was startled, and continued to walk down silently.

The portraits in front of me were one after another. The figures of these people were very strange, but every comment under the portraits was extremely deep and heavy.

I even saw the prototype of Yuan Shi Tianzun in the myth, and the following slogan is quite playful; no one can say that you are full and full, but I can!

Under another portrait, there was such a slogan; Want peace?Just nuke it first!

Ding Xiaoyi was fascinated by each portrait, bearing the weight of history, as if he had forgotten the time.

Many of them, perhaps because of the long history and the fault more than 100 years ago, disappeared from people's sight.

But their figures are all great figures in history. Even if there are faults in the civilization, their stories will continue to be passed down.

Looking at it, the pictures in the corridor gradually began to evolve into the history he knew, the development of the alliance.

Through the initial period of chaos, the alliance is gradually established

Looking at it, a familiar face appeared in front of him, it turned out to be the old man of the Wang family.

His appearance can't help but make me feel very surprised.

It's just that there is no word on the slogan, only a moth flapping its wings.

Seeing this, he continued to walk down.

Soon a huge planning report appeared in front of him. At the top of the report, four large characters of Moth Project were suddenly written.

"It's really here!!!"

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, and he scanned the planning report carefully.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. Even he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. The planning time of this plan was actually 50 years ago.

In terms of time span, it even surpassed the Battle of Chloe.

Moreover, the first stage of the Moth Project did not start from Kayina at all, but from the five major families.

Among the five major families, Jiu Ye was actually the object of support in the plan and the ultimate executor of the entire plan.

What follows is the second paragraph and the third paragraph. Although the whole plan is only a superficial plan, it makes one's scalp tingle.

He saw the final paragraph directly, but found that the last part of the plan below was covered with white glue.

In the end, he only saw the signature of the designer of the plan, which was actually the name of the old man of the Wang family.

"hiss!!!"

The old man Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but gasp.

It was really an unexpected result, if it weren't for the son of the old man Wang's family who was too disappointing and caused a huge escape scandal, so that the four old brothers Chen paid a painful price.

Then the current grand consul should be the Wang family.

Everyone feels sorry for this, but who would have thought that the trade union has actually been promoting his plan.

Horrified, he walked to the end of the corridor with his mind full of confusion.

As the glass door in front of him was slowly opened, Ding Xiaoyi was startled suddenly, only to see a ward at the end of the corridor.

An old man was sitting on a hospital bed, holding an apple, and slowly peeling the apple.

After seeing him walk in, she slowly raised her hand, signaling him to sit down.

Although he has never seen a real person, he has seen this old man on TV and news before. He just didn't expect that he would meet the Grand Consul of the Alliance for the first time in this way

Chapter 800: Dongfeng Express

The old man in front of him could no longer tell his specific age, but in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, it was like a hanging lamp that might be extinguished at any time, with the breath of life flickering on and off.

If it wasn't for the tubes in his back that were forcibly maintaining his vitality, the old man in front of him would have passed away long ago.

What makes him feel strange is that, supposedly, with the ability of the trade union, there is no means.

Wanting to extend the life of the elderly is just a small matter of raising hands.

The simplest and most brutal method is to directly inject the essence of harmless psionic energy into the old man, and the old man will be able to get out of bed and dance in the square the next day.

With doubts, Ding Xiaoyi silently followed the old man's hand and sat on the chair beside the bed.

"Apple is a good thing. It's sweet and crisp. It can quench your thirst, keep you full, and nutritious. Everyone likes to eat it."

The old man cut the apple into half with a smile and handed it to Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi took a bite in his mouth, it was indeed sweet and crisp.

Seeing this, the old man continued: "But there are only so many apples, and everyone wants to eat them. Who doesn't have enough, what should I do?"

Ding Xiaoyi knew that what the old man was referring to was not apples, but interests.

This question is difficult to answer, because no matter how you answer it, it is right, but you can also understand it as wrong.

Seeing that he was silent, the old man put down the apple and lay down slowly.

"At the beginning we created the essence of psionic energy, which could quickly increase psionic energy and end the chaotic and dark era at the beginning, but we had a big disagreement on how to distribute this thing.

Because in that unstable situation, too many people can't have this kind of power, and they can't let them have no such power.

In addition, the side effects of psionic essence are too great, so we proposed a three-generation human plan. "

Ding Xiaoyi nodded, this plan is successful in the long run.

My grandfather also mentioned in his diary that although the alliance has gone astray, it may not be all wrong, at least not like the Yi people, where the reproductive success rate is extremely low, and even pure blood is almost difficult to reproduce.

"The plan looks successful, but why carry out the moth project?"

Ding Xiaoyi gnawed on an apple and asked.

"Because the plan can't keep up with the changes. It was agreed that a group of people should be strengthened first. As a result, this group of people's congresses became powerful, circled, monopolized, and family interests were tied to the entire alliance system. Isn't the Tong family a typical example!"

The old man was also very helpless. The original intention of the plan was good, but it was distorted too much when it was implemented.

It's like a gardener who originally planted an orchard suddenly announced that only he can grow apples, and no one else can grow apples.

Thinking of the Tong family, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think of what happened in the 13th district in the north, Tong Chengze's madness beyond conscience.

As if the entire alliance belonged to their Tong family, this is the drawback of family governance.

In addition to the Tong family, there was also the Houston family who was buried by himself, let alone the madness.

Not to mention smuggling, it is not an exaggeration to tear their entire family apart just for the crime of beauties.

"Do you really think that old man Wang likes his stupid son so much? He became the thorn in the side of the big families after he raised this question. His stupid son was just bewitched by others."

The old man of the Wang family just retreated along the way.

On the one hand, doing so would reduce his pressure, and on the other hand, it would keep this plan out of people's sight, so that those family leaders could relax.

The two have different political views, but they have surprisingly consistent views on the Moth Project.

So that in the next few decades, the moth project has been slowly implemented.

Now is the time to close the net.

At this time, a full-body projector ejected from above the old man's hospital bed. Immediately following the projection, a large number of battlefield images began to appear in front of him.

Ding Xiaoyi noticed that these images were not videos, but live broadcasts.

Every scene is obviously being directly captured by a special and hidden camera.

In the picture, the artillery fire is raging, and the battle has reached a fever pitch.

In addition, a large number of masters of disaster spirits entered the battlefield, and with every gesture, they destroyed mountains and cracked seas, which was extremely terrifying.

At the same time, he was still in the picture, seeing the picture of Kajiffer and Sachs in the war room.

He could even clearly see every wrinkle on Sachs' face through the video screen in front of him.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt creepy.

Even though he knew that the trade union had been controlling the war, and even leading the direction of the war.

But I never expected that it would be so accurate to such a terrifying degree.

"Son, are you confused, what is the last step of the Moth Project?"

The old man took out a remote control with a red button from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"what is this??"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the remote control handed over and asked.

The old man grinned, and his cloudy eyes showed a piercing coldness: "If you want peace, you must first nuclear neutralize it. It is a weapon that has long been abandoned and banned. Thirteen Dongfeng Express are buried under this battlefield. The power directly evaporated by the opponent, even the dragon level, can't escape death."

"what!!"

Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and he almost threw the remote control in his hand, his expression flickered, although he had never heard of this weapon.

But the confidence in the old man's eyes, and the slogan he saw about nuclear peace in the front corridor, made him have no doubt that the Grand Consul was deceiving himself.

There are at least tens of thousands of people on this battlefield. Once he presses this button, it is enough to wipe out tens of thousands of people in an instant.

Ding Xiaoyi had never thought of such a crazy thing, and immediately put the remote control in his hand gently on the table.

Then he looked at the old guy in front of him with a livid face: "This is the last step of the plan, it's all over???"

The old man nodded, and whispered seductively: "Isn't it good? Those clans that scream like dogs and thieves will all be wiped out. I can even let you be the grand consul. No one will object. You can build an era that you want to build." .

Belong to your era! "

"Neuropathy!"

Ding Xiaoyi sat down at the table with a cold face, gently turning the finger lever on his hand and said in a cold voice: "If this is the so-called final plan, then I'm sorry, our conversation is over, I'm not interested in talking to a butcher of an era cooperate!"

"The butcher of the times!!"

The old man was very interested in the title he said, and said thoughtfully; "This title is very appropriate."

As he spoke, the door in front of him slowly opened.

"Go, Li Chuanhai and the others are outside, and they will discuss your conditions with you. As long as they are not too much, they will agree!"

Ding Xiaoyi didn't move, but looked at the remote control on the table, and smiled mischievously for a moment: "You won't secretly press it while I'm gone, will you?"

The old man curled his lips, picked up the remote control, put it in the drawer, spread his palms and said innocently: "The era belongs to us, and it also belongs to you, but it is still yours after all."

This sentence is exactly the slogan under the portrait of the great man in the corridor.

Ding Xiaoyi grinned, and immediately felt relieved. He knew that he had passed the test.

Immediately stepped out of the room.

As the door closed again, the old man sitting on the bed involuntarily looked at the drawer at hand. After staring blankly for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pressed the bell beside the table.

Two figures shrouded in black robes quietly appeared beside the old man.

"Notify Lord Jiu, let's finish it!"

The black shadow nodded, and then disappeared beside the old man again.

It wasn't until this moment that the old man really relaxed completely. This conversation obviously consumed a lot of his energy.

Looking at the scene of fighting on the screen with cloudy eyes, he slowly raised his palm and placed it flat on his forehead.

The beating eyelids struggled repeatedly, as if at this moment, the old friends in front of him were appearing beside him one by one, looking at him with a smile on their faces, and completing the last handover.

As the beating light on the side monitor gradually went out, the old man finally closed his eyes.

Ding Xiaoyi, who was walking a few steps, suddenly paused, and looked back at the closed room behind him.

"master!"

Wangcai wanted to say something, but Ding Xiaoyi signaled that he didn't need to say any more.