"What''s unusual about Beijing base?" Yun Mengshi asked with an eyebrow.

    Normally speaking, the mysterious organization is also a member of the Beijing base and a subordinate of Tang Ze. Now, what big things have happened? Is there no response from the Beijing base?

    "Very calm." Mo Hongyuan frowned and said. According to the answer of his spies, the Beijing base is now as calm as water, and there is no commotion at all.

    "Calm is not normal." Qiao dunran said in a deep voice. How could the survivors of the Beijing base not hear such a loud explosion? They were just suppressed by Tang Ze''s people.

    Yunmeng poetry sat there, seemingly meditating, but actually connecting with Tang city through soul imprint.

    "What a Tang Ze." suddenly, cloud dream poem spit out such a sentence.

    "What happened?" Joe asked in surprise.

    "He had already hidden something useful to him in the experiment and some assistants brought out by the doctor." Yun Mengshi''s expression was not very good-looking.

    "You mean, Tang Ze knew we would fight against the mysterious organization for a long time. He not only didn''t do anything, but also fell into a well?" Qiao pengran also understood.

    "Yes, this mysterious organization is one of Tang Ze''s chess pieces. It seems that we helped him. Tang Ze was supposed to have a headache about Sha Yifei before, and it''s hard to be betrayed by his own men." Yun Mengshi smiled. Just a little surprised, all his expressions were collected, and a big smile was exposed on the surface.

    Yunmengshi thought, Tang Ze doesn''t know. Without a doctor, the assistants he brought out are useless and can''t study anything.

    The doctor is not a person who has the patience to train his subordinates, and he doesn''t have so much time to tell his assistants why he did so. As a result, the Assistants under the doctor simply understand some practical problems. As for substantive problems, they are difficult to use.

    Unfortunately, Tang Ze won''t know. Because Yunmeng poetry won''t give him so long.

    Yunmengshi had been meditating. She sat there without saying a word. Except for Qiao Yanran, others dared not speak.

    Qiao pengran was indifferent and drank tea there without meaning to speak. In fact, Qiao pengran and yunmengshi had already discussed the plan. If there was no accident, tomorrow would be the time for the destruction of the Beijing base.

    Tomorrow, the Beijing base will no longer exist.

    "Well, let''s go and have a rest. There are still big things to do tomorrow." yunmengshi smiled at his men and said encouragingly, "everyone is sitting well today."

    Yunmengshi seldom praises his subordinates. Mo Hongyuan and others are very happy and excited to leave here when they hear yunmengshi say so.

    After yunmengshi and Qiao pengran returned to their room, Qiao pengran looked at the direction where the people in the base lived and murmured, "I don''t know how many people will survive tomorrow."

    Yunmengshi glanced at Qiao kuanran, "why? Do you regret it?"

    "No, how can I regret it? Even if I''m the only human being in the world, I won''t regret it. Because I know it won''t hurt you." Qiao guanran looked into yunmengshi''s eyes and said sincerely.

    Yunmengshi actually understood Qiao pengran''s mind, but when she heard Qiao pengran say so, she couldn''t help thinking more.

    However, there is one thing that does not give Yunmeng poetry time to think more.

    Yunmengshi has always felt that there is something in her space ornaments. She is eager to come out, but just in front of the public, she didn''t take it out. Now, she finally has a chance.

    Qiao pengran also found that yunmengshi looked wrong. He stood there and looked around vigilantly. Once there was any danger, he would protect yunmengshi behind her at the first time.

    Yunmeng poetry is also very nervous, which has no origin in my heart. She injected her spiritual power into the space and found that what had changed was nothing else, just holy things.

    She took out the holy thing and put it on her right hand.

    Qiao guanran''s eyes never left yunmengshi until the holy thing appeared in her hand.

    The holy thing doesn''t stay in Yunmeng poem''s hand calmly when it is normal. But constantly braved the Milky light and rolled back and forth restlessly on Yunmeng poetry''s hand.

    If Yunmeng poetry had not restricted the holy things, I would not know where to roll if I didn''t know to restrict the holy things.

    "What''s the situation?" Joe didn''t know what had happened. Did he eat the holy thing? Eating?

    Yunmengshi shook her head in an uncertain tone. "Do you want to release any energy?" she said, injecting her spiritual power into the holy thing.

    It was a sacred thing that could have passed some ideas to Yunmeng poetry, but now it is dead and there is no situation at all.

    Yun Mengshi took back his spiritual power and sighed, "why is this thing making trouble at the critical moment?"

    Joe comforted: "it doesn''t matter. When it appears, it will appear naturally. It''s useless to deny how we guess."

    Qiao guanran''s words made sense. Yunmengshi nodded and accepted such comfort.

    "However, this thing is always restless, and it''s not a way! Just in space, it has been sending me a message that it wants to come out. When it comes out, there is no news at all." yunmengshi frowned.

    "How about putting it back into space for the time being and thinking about it when we finish the battle tomorrow?" Joe suggested.

    Yunmengshi looked at Qiao pengran helplessly. "It''s the only way. After all, tomorrow''s war is important." then he put the holy thing in his hand back into the space.

    As soon as the sacred object was put back into space by Yunmeng poetry, it was immediately passed to Yunmeng Poetry: I''m going out. Such information.

    There seemed to be thousands of people shouting in yunmengshi''s mind: I''m going out! I''m going out! How annoying. However, Yunmeng poetry can only temporarily close the connection with sacred objects. After the war, everything will return to normal.

    A voice in Joe''s heart told him: this holy thing will appear in tomorrow''s war. There''s no reason. That''s what he thinks. However, Qiao guanran didn''t tell Yun Mengshi about this idea. After all, it''s his sixth sense. Qiao guanran won''t talk nonsense if there is no reason.

    Two people lay in bed, hugging each other.

    "After the Beijing base is finished, I''ll leave the s base to Wenwen, okay?" Qiao pengran whispered in yunmengshi''s ear.

    "Good" cloud dream poem closed his eyes and turned up the corners of his mouth.