Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping left the medical office full of thoughts. When he left, he let the two daughters, Gina and Angela stay, and accompany Ning Nan, who was not very stable.

In front of him, a person turned around in the base. The base has just experienced a catastrophe. Many people may be emotionally unstable. He wants to see if there are any bad emotions growing.

No matter where he goes, as long as the group or combat team members in the base see him, they will look at him with reverence and greet him.

After turning around, Di Ping felt that everything was unstable. Everyone was in a good state, and there was no panic and restlessness that he was worried about.

Everyone is busy with their own affairs, with a smile on their faces, as if they are full of hope for life, and they are always in the wind when they walk.

Seeing this, Di Ping's heart finally let go. It seems that although there are some problems in the base and the combat team is in danger of deterioration, it is still within controllable range.

He was a little bit grateful. Fortunately, these problems were solved in time when the crisis broke out. If these problems were allowed to develop, then the base might have something serious.

Only two things bothered him now.

One is the inner ghost. If this inner ghost is not eliminated, he is uneasy. This person not only sells the base, but also has no bottom line in doing things. He uses all means to achieve his own goals and kills people. This makes Di Ping very hated.

If you don't get rid of him, such people staying in the base will be a time bomb.

The second thing is the ultimatum of the Bianzhou base.

This can be said to be a matter of life and death for the base. What if the base uses soldiers in three days' time and how to resist it.

Di Ping thought all the way but didn't think of a good way. It seemed that he could only put his idea on Liu Minsheng.

He patted his thinking, painful head, and smiled bitterly. This last days is really not easy, one after another, making him very tired.

"Master, you are back!"

When Di Ping returned to the main tower, Patton had waited at the door to say hello respectfully.

"Barton! Help me make a pot of strong tea!"

Di Ping nodded his head in a tired voice.

"It's the master!"

Button bowed and retreated.

Di Ping went back to the room, sat in the wicker chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stared at the sky outside.

As the afternoon was approaching, the sun was slanting to the west, and it was about to fall into the endless forest. Another dark night was slowly approaching, as if engulfing light.

"Master, the tea you want!"

While Di Ping was in a daze, Patton walked in with the tea tray, put the tea on the tea table next to Di Ping, and said with concern: "City Lord, I think you are very tired. , Do you want to press for the master!"

"Oh! Do you still know this craft?"

Di Ping looked at Button in surprise with his tea cup and asked.

"This is the most basic skill of being your housekeeper!"

Button looked respectful, but there was a hint of pride in his words.

"Then, come and let me try your craft!"

Di Ping smiled slightly.

"It's the master!"

Patton bowed slightly, then put down the tea tray in his hand, walked gracefully behind Di Ping, and began to massage him gently.

"Eh! Don't tell me, Barton, your craftsmanship is really good!"

Di Ping felt different as soon as he got started with Button. Button's technique is quite proficient, he has a good grasp of the priorities, and the pressing is very comfortable.

"Thank you Master for the praise!"

Barton nodded slightly, then pressed and said: "If the master can choose some maids and let me train them, I can often relax the master!"