The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2553 Seeking Skin from a Tiger
Bei Zhikang and Zhao Yang, these well-known veterans from the 3/7 base, arrived in the afternoon. How to describe it? If they just stopped by, they could casually enjoy an afternoon tea. If they wanted to discuss something, it would just be lunchtime.

"So, all you've learned in your lives is this little bit of knowledge?" Old Wang, like a perfect stand-in, accurately interpreted and summarized his mother-in-law's expression, leaving no room for sarcasm: "Even a plucked monkey wouldn't be as clever as you!"

"This thing is amazing! It's incredible! You guys know I've never eaten sea cucumbers before?" Zhao Yang slurped up a whole soft, chewy, plump, and juicy sea cucumber, about the length of a child's arm, into his mouth like he was eating noodles. "Huh? Old Wang, you said something?"

Qin Zhenzhen looked at Zhao Yang's gaping maw with a hint of envy: "You've already made everything, what are we left to make?"

While Aunt Kong wasn't paying attention, Li Cang folded the large sea cucumber and abalone from his plate and put them into Qin Zhenzhen's plate. His motto at the dinner table was that even dogs wouldn't eat abalone, so clearly, the sea cucumber didn't receive much better treatment from him.

"Mwah~" Qin Zhenzhen was overjoyed, took a bite, her mouth full of rich, dark abalone sauce, and made a heart shape with her hands, saying, "I love you~"

"Shh!"

Li Cang was somewhat guilty, after all, this was a pure cash reward; too many or too few, and there wouldn't be any.

Li Leisi grinned in disgust: "Can't we go somewhere else to be all lovey-dovey? We're eating right here, it's disgusting!"

Old Wang chuckled: "Hmm, no, I love watching it, it's great with rice!"

Bah, you two, you're no pushover either. What goes around comes around. Let me, Comrade Lei, experience firsthand how I felt when I was fed up with your dog food back then. Doesn't your own dog food taste amazing? Hmm, damn it. In this situation, who should be considered NTR'd?

Bei Zhikang smiled like an aunt, her face beaming with delight as she looked at Zhenzhen, her appetite growing ever stronger: "Zhenzhen, I haven't even touched my meal yet, so I'll give it to you too. This old man has to follow the doctor's orders even when he's eating!"

This is a different story from what Lao Deng said when Qin Zhenzhen secretly took him out to indulge in snail rice noodles, spicy hot pot, skewers, and Harbin beer. It shows that people have more than one face.

but
It's a waste of time for Bei Zhikang and his group to come today; they won't get any useful information. The progress bar for transporting the Zerg through the channel is stuck at every step, and the situation is even worse than ideal. Who knows when they'll be able to bridge the third line?

"If that's the case," Bei Zhikang asked cautiously, stroking his chin, "shouldn't that be considered good news for now?"

Li Cang nodded and said casually, "It's always a good thing to have someone share the burden in the short term. In the long run, there's a certain probability that we'll raise a 'god-like' spirit, but that's just a temporary fix. The problem isn't really solved; the pressure has only been shifted."

"With those things and the three-pronged attack against the Zerg, we humans can at least buy some more precious time."

Bei Zhikang's understanding of divine life was somewhat presumptuous and misguided. In his view, it was basically based on the old saying "Investiture of the Gods". However, Li Cang didn't need to deliberately correct him. If he really understood the theory of divine life, wouldn't he be sneaking around and secretly looking for the Corpse Weaver Goddess all day long?

Seeing that Li Cang remained silent again, Bei Zhikang cursed under his breath, then awkwardly coughed lightly, his old face contorted with embarrassment: "Base 3/7 has launched an initiative to all first- and second-tier bases with which we have established contact. We are prepared to fully and unconditionally concentrate resources to support the Goldfish Logistics' waterway construction and Monroe's enhanced biochemical system!" "Hmm."

That's it, nothing more.

Bei Zhikang glanced at Feng Yuanqing, whose head was covered in red hair, then at Zhao Yang, who was meditating with his eyes downcast. Bei Zhikang's inner monologue remained a string of punctuation marks that wouldn't pass censorship. He forced a smile and said, "Um... Xiao Cang."

"It's a bit late, but not too late." Li Cang waved his hand: "This is your business, there's no need to inform me specifically. However, the framework of the Monroe biochemical system is something that can't be supported by simply allocating basic resources. You should weigh her requirements yourselves. Before the PPT becomes a project, well, it's best to have it evaluated by the Academy of Sciences first."

As for goldfish logistics
Li Cang simply didn't mention it. If Hissmore An'er was an emotional and selective trap, then the Goldfish Spirit was a trap that was laid flat like a wheel, burying everyone indiscriminately.

"Good! Good, good, good!" Halfway through, Li Cang glanced at him, and Old Bei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, jumped back into his throat. He gave a wry smile: "You have to give me the money, and you have to take my life, right?"

That old bastard has such an unpleasant way of speaking; he has no manners.

然鹅
Expecting a mere million or so people to fill the gaps in the third-tier cities is nothing short of wishful thinking. The real solution is to seize the opportunity presented by Xuelong City and make the most of the teaching fees.

Li Cang hesitated for a moment: "It doesn't necessarily have to be a subordinate."

"Alienated life forms?"

"The rate of renewal and iteration of the three-line alien evolutionary life is extremely astonishing. Theoretically, it is possible to do so, but in practice, alien life cannot enter there in the form of a messenger mission."

"What you're talking about has already begun. The scale and frequency of the transition storms we've observed are increasing exponentially. In the past 48 hours, at least several thousand Pan-Island Chain systems have been swept up by the storms, and since then, there have been no records of them being observed in the first or second line of sight."

"We've been living comfortably for so long, it's time to collect the rent!" Old Wang chuckled, clicking his tongue. "So what Li Cang said was absolutely right. Either the subway line or the third line, you have to choose one, right? Do you really think you've got a school district house behind the finish line?"

Bei Zhikang was speechless.

Whether it's the protection policies of each base or America's nesting system, in the case of the little coins, they might just be a variation of fattening. The year-end blow is inevitable. The prayer quality and sacrifice value that the entire population of the Pan-Island Chain system can contribute might not even be as good as that of a random orbital island. So, what will the little coins use to nourish you? Maternal love?

At this moment, Rao Qifang suddenly spoke up: "Although I myself have never been to the so-called third line you mentioned, the people I train still have a foundation. According to what this brat told me, at least their martial arts roots are still there. As for the specifics of how to operate, you should know what to do, right?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" This time, Zhao Yang really didn't dare to play dead, afraid that Rao Qifang would slap him across the face. If she punched him twice, this veteran would be covered in bruises. He said shamelessly, "Instructor Rao, don't worry about this! However, you might still have to go there in person for the Wuhou Project."