Six Hundred and Seventy-Fourth Appreciation Is Not the Same as Love

"No. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā" An Ran shook her head, and answered decisively, with some irony in her words, "We let him go because we are afraid of the Golden Gate base, will he let us go?"

"One hundred percent not!"

"That's it, get ready to fight, and fight to the death with the Golden Gate base at any time!"

In the warm wind, Zhan Lian looked at his delicate wife, she had a tragic face, and for some reason, there was a smile in her eyes, obviously a very serious future.

In the future, everyone here may not be able to survive due to the attack on the Golden Gate Base.

But Zhan Lian just felt that he was in an inexplicably good mood at the moment, and he felt that An Ran was getting cuter and cuter.

She is like a tree, slowly growing into what he admires, making him appreciate it more and more.

Appreciation is not the same as love, he loves An Ran, but now besides love, he also appreciates An Ran.

On the second day, the sun rose as usual, and the weather was not as bad as before. The fat man was overjoyed, and he heard An Ran's prophecy that the plants in the ground had begun to sprout, so he excitedly pulled some Agricultural scientists began to discuss how to plan the fields and build new homes.

Those who came out of the big rich were still locked in an area, and they couldn't come out and walk around at will, because there were not enough people, and they didn't send someone to watch these people. Although it was sunny for two consecutive days, the fat man didn't worry about those people at all. People will run out, in this world of ice and snow, as long as they run outside, they can freeze to death on the vast snowfield in less than a day.

Except for these unhappy rich survivors, others are quite happy. The wood-type supernatural beings are busy, and the wheels are not enough to rotate. They took out all the collected seeds and soaked them in water. Soaking in water, the cultivation that should be cultivated, is waiting for the snow to melt and start to be put into use.

Inspired by the rich man, the earth-type, gold-type and water-type powers decided to build a water plant next to the rich man. When the spring comes, every household will be able to release water from the faucet. Drinkable water comes straight away.

In the past few days, Zhan Lian took Luo Feifan and the two together, hid aside and mused about something, it was quite mysterious, An Ran asked Zhan Lian, but he didn't say anything. ..

And farther to the north, in the huge Golden Gate base, in the majestic Old General Chen's villa, several soldiers came in and out, and taught Old General Chen, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his face had never been better.

Old General Chen has retired for several years, and is currently at the age of taking care of himself at home. He looks quite energetic. He has 24-hour heating in his villa, so he is wearing a long-sleeved baseball shirt. His face was flushed after exercise, and he was sitting on the sofa, listening to the reports from the soldiers around him.

In the distance, in the kitchen, Chen Jiao was at the large cooking table, helping Mama Huang to choose dishes. Occasionally, she stretched her neck, looked outside the kitchen, and found that she could not see the situation in the hall at all, her face The expression on his face was a little inexplicably disappointed.

Huang Ma was preparing dinner nimbly, turned her head to see Chen Jiao's distraught look, and asked, "Miss Jiaojiao, what are you looking at?"

Only then did Chen Jiao come to her senses, and quickly threw the food in her hand into the bowl in front of her. After thinking about it, she asked Huang Ma tentatively,

"Huang Ma, you have been by my uncle's side the longest. Have you heard that when does my uncle plan to go south?"