Amid a burst of shouts.

More than 300 fully armed big bears rushed out of the entrance of the base tunnel, with unified black armor.

Clear the door and line the tunnel entrance.

Then, dense footsteps sounded.

A group of more than twenty mysterious people wearing red velvet robes with mopping hoods and hoods, and were slowly walking towards Jiang Zhe and his party.

"Jiang, they are the sects of the Natural God Church. If you want to see the prophets, you need their guidance.

In the entire natural god religion.

Only these sects have the power to meet the prophets directly.”

Kasha, who was standing beside him, reposted the saint's words.

The Jiaofu, who was wrapped in a red robe and had no face at all, stopped in front of the saint and whispered briefly.

Then.

The saint walked towards Jiang Zhe slowly.

Before the person arrived, an indescribable smell had already rushed into Jiang Zhe's nose.

The saint stopped when the big rabbit was about to hit Jiang Zhe's chest.

A pair of clear and deep blue eyes stared at Jiang Zhe.

"Jiang, the prophet wants to see you, these sects will take you in, and I will continue to go to other bases.

I wish you, remember that only love can make us strong.”

After saying that, he slowly stretched out his white right hand.

"I am very loving." Jiang Zhe stretched out his big hand and directly grabbed the other party's soft and boneless palm. He couldn't help but pinch it, and the touch was so good.

The saint's cheeks became rosy rarely.

"Ahem, ginger, this is a forehead-patch gift. You should put your forehead on the back of your hand and receive the blessings of the saint."

"oh!"

Jiang Zhe suddenly realized, and patted the other person's palm gently, "Hehe, Daxia's blessing method, high-five."

The countless big bears watching were stunned.

Watching this Daxia man take a bite of the saint's tofu.

The Saint took two steps back.

He looked at Jiang Zhe deeply, lowered his head and stopped talking.

The priest opposite stretched out his arms and made an invitation gesture.

"etc!"

Jiang Zhe whispered.

Bang.

A big treasure fell at the foot.

Crash.

The people around the big bears screamed and retreated.

"Daxia people, why do you do this?" the saint asked with a calm expression.

"Haha, Natasha, don't get me wrong. There are too many beasts here, I'll settle it."

Jiang Zhe smiled and explained.

He pulled Pao Master and secretly stuffed the remote control into his hand, "Pao Master, you bring big cakes, Wang Chen, He Zhengyu, and Lu Donglai to stay.

Remember, no one can give this thing.”

Master Pao frowned and took it, "I understand!"

"Hahaha, let's go, sorry, I'm laughing at you. My friends are so timid that they dare not stay alone without a nuclear bomb."

Jiang Zhe didn't care whether the other party could understand it or not.

Amid the laughter, he winked at Du Xue and the mule.

The three of them walked towards the wide tunnel of Usnera.

The prophet statue, which was a hundred meters high, lowered his head slightly and looked down at a group of people disappearing into the tunnel.

The tunnel is long and spacious.

Comparing with Yanshan No. 1 base.

The people here are much better than before in terms of clothing and mental outlook.

Not to mention those civilian areas.

Each functional area is clearly divided and orderly.

Statues of prophets can be seen everywhere, standing on the corners of the base and on the walls.

From time to time, there are groups of people standing in front of the statue.

He lowered his head and prayed.

Under the leadership of Jiaofu, Jiang Zhe and the other two slowly followed behind and kept walking towards the depths of the base.

Elevators, stairs, tunnels.

It is more than two hundred meters deep underground.

The dim tunnel was completely quiet, and only the low footsteps of both sides could be heard echoing.

Jiang Zhe glanced at the mule and Du Xue around him.

The two of them placed their hands gently on the knife handle at their waists, ready to take action at any time.

The group walked forward for another five minutes.

Stop in front of a wide double solid wood carved gate in the tunnel.

"The Prophet is dealing with things in Daxia. We have prepared lunch. Later, the Prophet will meet you."

Du Xue was about to speak, but Jiang Zhe reached out to hold her hand.

"You're welcome, don't worry, then wait."

Push the door open.

A restaurant covering an area of ​​more than 500 square meters appeared.

The spherical crystal lamp above the head exudes a soft light.

The dining table, which is more than ten meters long, is covered with white tablecloths and two clusters of flowers are placed on it.

You can smell a faint fragrance of flowers.

Under the dozen bright and shiny metal covers, there is delicious food.

Five tall young white women standing at the long dining table with their heads down.

Under the guidance of the priest.

Jiang Zhe and the other two sat down.

Five white women uncovered the metal cover and exposed the food on the meal plate.

Caviar, filet mignon, scallion prawns, peanut butter with freshly grilled wheat bread, verdant salad vegetables, red wine, brandy.

The dishes are not luxurious, they are better than exquisiteness.

Bang.

A group of priests walked out of the restaurant and closed the door.

Jiang Zhe lit a cigarette.

"Don't talk, wait."

The three of them sat in place, quietly waiting for the prophet.

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Harjiang No. 1 Base.

In front of the tunnel, thousands of submen were roaring and fighting.

There were more Asians watching around.

The roar kept swinging through the valley.

Just as the Asians were intriguing, they buzzed and a low beep came from the top of their heads.

Many Asians looked up.
To be continued...