Chapter 729 The City Lord of the Recording Gate Is Sweating

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

In front of him, a person turned around in the base. The base had just experienced a major disaster. Many people may be emotionally unstable. He wanted to see if there was any bad mood.

No matter where he went, as long as the soldiers in the base or the combat team members saw him, they would look at him with reverence and say hello to him.

After turning around, Di Ping felt that everything was in order, everyone was in good condition, and there was no panic and anxiety that he had worried about.

Everyone is busy with their own business, with smiles on their faces, seems to be full of hope for life, and walks with wind.

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

He was a little fortunate to himself that fortunately, these problems broke out in this crisis, and they were solved in time. If these problems were allowed to develop, then the base might really have a big problem.

Only two things bothered him now.

One is the inner ghost. This inner ghost is not eliminated, and he is uneasy. This person not only betrays the base, but also has no bottom line in doing things.

If you don't get rid of him, it will be a ticking time bomb for people to stay on the base.

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. After three days, what will the base do if it uses troops, and how can I resist it.

Di Ping thought about it all the way, but he couldn't think of a good way. It seemed that he could only hit Liu Minsheng with his idea.

He patted his aching head thinking, and smiled bitterly. The end of the world is really not easy. Things are one after another, which makes him very tired.

"Master, you are back!"

Di Ping returned to the main tower of the city, and Barton was already waiting at the door to greet him respectfully.

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

Di Ping nodded in a tired voice.

"It's the master!"

Barton bowed and ordered to retreat.

Di Ping returned to the room, sat in the rattan chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and stared at the sky outside.

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

"Master, the tea you want!"

While Di Ping was fascinated, Barton walked in with a tea tray, put the tea on the tea table beside Di Ping, and said with a concerned expression: "City Lord, I think you are very tired, this old slave knows how to loosen the tendons and hold the bones. , do you want to press the button for the master!"

"Oh! You still know this skill?"

Di Ping looked at Patton in surprise and asked with a teacup.

"This is the most basic skill to be your housekeeper!"

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

"That's it, come and let me try your craft!"

Di Ping smiled slightly.

"It's the master!"

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

"Hey! Don't say it, Barton, your craftsmanship is really good!"

As soon as Barton got started, Di Ping felt different. Barton's technique was quite proficient.

"Thank you for the praise, master!"

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