Chapter 2228： Old dog

Megmer put away the heavy sniper, resisting the urge to prostitute a shotgun again.

Being a human being, you can’t always think of white prostitution.

sent Xi a free card for the life of braised pork, and getting such a powerful and technologically powerful sniper is a profit.

Recommend an app, which is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact, and can change the entire source book !

Of course, Xi can easily give this heavy gun to him, and it is also determined that he will not carry this gun around.

After all, a heavy sniper who was eliminated by her, how can it be no better than the sword in his hand.

As for imitation.

Are you a joke about your tens of thousands of years of technological leadership as an ancient?

As far as Nolan Continent has just stepped into the technological level of the steam age, if you want to imitate this heavy sniper, it has not even been analyzed for hundreds of years.

Xin also felt: This wave is not a loss!

McGonagall took the menu, put it in front of Xi, and said, "There is another dish, choose it."

Xin's gaze turned around and fell on the Buddha jumping wall.

Meg's eyelids twitched and suddenly felt a little bad.

Xin raised her eyes, met McGonagall’s gaze, the corners of her mouth were slightly tilted, and she pointed out: "How about this?"

"This... In fact, expensive does not necessarily mean good, but suitable is the best." McGonagall said seriously.

"This, in which novel I saw a scumbag say." Xi pouted.

"This kind of novel is hard to read, it's all nonsense." McGonagall said sternly.

One ten thousand copper coin Buddha jumps over the wall. If three copies are made in one day, then whoever makes the business may really make money.

"Then I will decide next time." Xi took her hand back, and the angle of her mouth rose higher.

"Also." McGonagall nodded, feeling that the woman didn't seem to be as rigid as she seemed.

McGonagall collected the bowls and chopsticks on the table, then poured a cup of warm water for Xi again, sat down opposite him, and asked curiously: "In your dungeon, what will be called an existence with a strength of over ten?"

"The extraordinary." Xi replied.

McGonagall was a little surprised by her honesty. When she reached her lips, there was no room for expression. He turned to: "How strong is the extraordinary?"

"Better than you."

Meg: "..."

"You don't believe it?" Xi looked at McGonagall who was a little unconvinced.

"Who is strong, you have to fight to know."

Xin shook his head slightly and said: "I have analyzed your speed and strength. If you fail to reach the limit of the extraordinary, the data will not deceive."

Meg: "..."

Although he was a little bit unconvinced in his heart, McGonagall still believed Xi’s rhetoric.

Among the ancients, there are indeed strong ones who have truly broken through the tenth level, that is, the so-called gods on the Nolan Continent, the extraordinary ones in the underground city.

"Are there many such extraordinary people?" McGonagall asked curiously.

Xin shook his head, "The tenth-level strong are still limited, so naturally there won't be many extraordinary ones."

"I have always been curious. The ancients left the Nolan Continent to pursue a higher upper limit. What special place is there in the world of the dungeon that can break the tenth level upper limit?" McGonagall continued Asked.

"You should be very clear that this issue is beyond the scope of your knowledge." Xi said flatly, her expression becoming cold.

McGonagall shrugged, involving the core issue, and it really wasn’t easy to get it out of Xi’s mouth.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Xi put down the drinking glass, got up and walked towards the door, walked to the door, stopped again, and said sideways: "The underground city has always been guarded against outsiders, if you don't want to get in trouble. It’s best to restrain your curiosity."

"Is this a warning?" McGonagall laughed.

"That's it." Xi nodded slightly.

"Then do you recruit a son-in-law in the dungeon?" McGonagall asked for no apparent reason.

Xin looked back at McGonagall, frowned slightly, "Don't you have a wife."

"If not, would you consider it?" McGonagall looked into her eyes.

"I'm not interested in men." Xi retracted his eyes and pushed the door to leave.

"Interesting." McGonagall looked at the slowly closing door, and gently rubbed the heavy sniper with his fingers.

If you don’t like men, that means you like women?

No wonder it's so difficult.

I just don’t know which one I like, Loli Connie? Mia, the maid of vitality dragon? Camilla, the vampire? The coquettish succubus Angela? Jane Golden Horn?

Resting his chin and thinking for a while, McGonagall still didn't think about which girl to send to hook up.

But after another thought, it is best not to appear in this kind of sentimental plot.

But when you think about it carefully, it seems that the girl and the girl can’t be called sending a girl.

McGonagall took out the communicator and sent a message to Xi: "Next time, I will call that girl together. Please have barbecue. The fat and thin top-quality beef is dressed in skewers and placed on the charcoal grill. Braving the oil, brushing with sauce, sprinkling with cumin and chili noodles, eating it while it is hot, and pairing it with a glass of bubbling cold beer, that's called life."

was silent for a while, and replied: "Okay!"

Meg put away the communicator and did not continue to lick.

Look, whether a girl is good or not depends on whether you have caught her interest.

You are a low-level aboriginal, and you are talking about Batley from a higher civilization. You are a strange thing.

But what you talk about eating is different, as long as she is not a real fairy, she has to eat.

……

On the other side, Xi completed the report through the video link in the spacecraft, closed the connection, and subconsciously raised his hand and glanced at the banner, there was no new message reminder.

Stunned for a while, she put away the virtual screen, with a slightly strange expression.

She has always been alone and has almost no friends, except for work information, usually no one contacts her.

But in the past few days, I would glance at the communication bar from time to time, as if I was expecting something. This feeling was a bit inexplicable.

Drops!

A soft beep.

Xian raised her hand, the virtual screen automatically opened, and there was a new message in the communication bar, from Vicky: "Sister Xi, when will you come to Luodu to play, I invite you to dinner."

Xi looked at this message and was silent for a while. She would always reject this kind of similar message. However, thinking of the message McGonagall had just sent her, she thought for a while and replied: "After two days, I Take you to a barbecue."

"Okay, okay! I like to eat barbecue, then you contact me, sister Xi is really good." Vicky returned in a second, licking the dog.

"Hmm." Xi ended the chat with one word.

"The desire for food should not be too exuberant. In addition to food, we should record more developments in the civilization of the Nolan continent." Xi muttered to herself, and then picked up a book on the shelf.

Ok?

Why is this one again?

The braised pork is really delicious, I will eat it next time!

Don’t know how the barbecue he makes tastes? Is the braised pork so delicious?

The law of the dungeon does not seem to have special requirements for entering the family. Some families still have this old habit, but it seems that the family is not a good identity. Does he care?