Chapter 2228 Old Dog Licking

Magmeme happily put away the heavy sniper, and resisted the urge to prostitute another shotgun for nothing.

As a human being, you can't always think about whoring for nothing.

I sent Xi a lifetime free card for braised pork. To get such an amazingly powerful and technologically-sounding weapon is a huge profit no matter what.

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

After all, a heavy sniper eliminated by her is still no match for the sword in his hand.

As for imitation.

Are you a joke that the tens of thousands of years of technology leadership of the ancients is a joke?

Now that Nolan Continent has just half stepped into the technological level of the steam age, if you want to imitate this heavy sniper, it will take hundreds of years, and you can't even analyze the materials.

Xi also felt: This wave is not a loss!

Mag took the menu, put it in front of Xi, and said, "There is another dish, let's choose."

Xi Xi's eyes turned around and fell on the Buddha jumping over the wall.

Mag's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly felt a little bad.

Xi raised her eyes and met Mag's gaze, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she stretched out her hand and said, "How about this?"

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

"Where did I read that scumbag said that?" Xi Xi pouted.

"This kind of indifference is all nonsense." Mag said seriously.

Buddha jumps over the wall for 10,000 copper coins, if Xi comes to three copies a day, it is really uncertain who will win this business.

"Then I'll decide next time." Xi withdrew her hand, the corners of her mouth raised higher.

"Alright." Mag nodded, feeling that this woman was not as rigid as she appeared on the surface.

Mag put away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, then poured another cup of warm water for Xi, sat down opposite him, and asked curiously: "In your dungeon, what would an existence whose strength exceeds level ten be called?"

"Extraordinary.

"Xi replied.

Mag was a little surprised by her straightforwardness, and there was no room for the routines on her lips, so she asked instead: "How strong is the extraordinary?"

"Better than you."

Mag: "..."

"You don't believe it?" Xi looked at the somewhat disconvinced Mag.

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

Xi shook her head slightly and said, "I have analyzed your speed and strength, and you haven't reached the limit of a superhuman. The data will not lie."

Mag: "..."

Although he was a little unconvinced in his heart, Mag still believed in Xi's words.

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 superhumans in the dungeon.

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

Xi shook his head, "There are still a limited number of tenth-level powerhouses, so naturally there won't be many superhumans."

"I've always been curious. When the ancients left the Nolan Continent, they were pursuing a higher ceiling. Is there any special place in the dungeon world that can break the tenth-level ceiling?" McGonagall continued. asked.

"You should be very clear that this problem has gone beyond what you can know." Xi said flatly, her expression becoming indifferent.

McGonagall shrugged. It was a 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, stopped at the door, and said sideways: "The dungeon has always been heavily guarded against prying eyes from the outside world, if you don't want to get into trouble , it is best to restrain your curiosity."

"Is this a warning?" Mag laughed.

"It is." Xi slightly nodded.

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

Xi Xi glanced back at Mag, frowning slightly, "Don't you have a wife?"

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

"I'm not interested in men." Xi looked away, opened the door and left.

"Interesting." Mag looked at the slowly closing door, gently rubbing the heavy sniper with his fingers.

If you don't like men, do you like women?

No wonder it's so hard to tease.

I just don’t know which one I like, animal ear loli Connie? The vitality dragon maid Mia? Royal sister vampire Camilla? Coquettish Succubus Angela? Golden Horn Little Wang Jian?

After thinking for a while while resting her chin, Mag still had no idea which girl to send to hook up with Xi.

But after thinking about it, it's best not to have this kind of girl-giving plot happen.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that the matter between girls and girls cannot be called sending off girls.

Mag took out the communicator and sent another message to Xi: "Call that girl together next time, and invite you to eat barbecue, fat and lean beef, threaded into skewers, put on the charcoal grill, sizzling Smoking oil, brushed with sauce, sprinkled with cumin and chili flakes, eaten hot, with a glass of bubbling cold beer, that’s life.”

There was a moment of silence over there, and they replied with one word: "Okay!"

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

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

You are a low-level aborigine, and it is strange that you talk about Bartley with someone from a higher civilization.

But it's different when you talk about food, as long as she's not a real fairy, she has to eat.

...

On the other side, Xi completed the reporting work through the video link in the spaceship, closed the connection, subconsciously raised his hand and glanced at the bulletin board, but there was no new news reminder.

After being stunned for a while, she put away the virtual screen with a slightly weird expression.

She has always been a loner and has almost no friends. Except for work information, no one usually contacts her.

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

drop!

There was a soft sound.

Xi raised her hand, the virtual screen opened automatically, and there was a new message in the communication bar, from Weiqi: "Sister Xi, you can play whenever you come to Luo, I invite you to dinner."

Xi looked at this message and was silent for a while. Normally, she would directly reject this kind of approaching messages, but thinking of the message Mag sent her just now, she thought for a while and replied: "In two days, I will I'll take you to a barbecue."

"Okay, okay! I like to eat barbecue, so it's very kind of you to contact me when the time comes, Sister Xi." Wei Qi replied in seconds, old licking the dog.

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

"The desire for food should not be too strong. In addition to food, we should record more developments in the civilization of Nolan Continent." Xi said to himself, and then picked up the books on the shelf beside him.

Um?

Why this one again?

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

I don't know how his barbecue tastes? Is it as delicious as braised pork?

The law of the dungeon doesn't seem to have special requirements for being a son-in-law. Some families still have this old habit, but it seems that a son-in-law is not a very good status. Does he not care?