Chapter 932

The young monk just looks like a teenager. In fact, he has lived for many years.

Of course, he is still a teenager, otherwise he would not go to the sea of dark things.

I believe he has a way to take away countless monsters at the bottom of the sea, or he may encounter some mother nests or even another dark object. Next, the number of monsters coming through the space crack will become much less, and the pressure of the fleet on the side of Menghuo industrial base will also be much less.

The battleship Lieyang started again and headed for the burning planet. Zeng Ju started the final scheme determination with the help of researchers at 857 base. More than a dozen ultra-fine particle nuclear power furnaces and the newly developed melting equipment have arrived and can be put into use at any time.

As mentioned earlier, neither the local strongman of the Star River Alliance nor the large-scale equipment controlled remotely can withstand the high temperature of the melting equipment at a close distance, and the accuracy is too poor, or it can only be done by the lifter.

At this time, I wonder if Zeng Ju thought of the proud and presumptuous son of the Shen family again.

The middle-aged researcher in a gray plaid shirt came under the warship with a tea cup. The bracelet leaned gently and made a beep. The heavy alloy door opened slowly, and the extremely large strategic warehouse appeared in front of him.

He has fully mastered the equipment of melting erosion at 857 base, and his algorithm is different from Zeng Ju, so he doesn't have to watch and learn with his own eyes. If Zeng Ju can't bear it, he will show his identity and take over.

The warehouse of the warship is full of all kinds of equipment and an odd number of nuclear bombs on both sides, which is still so empty.

He went to the middle of the warehouse, felt the residual breath in the air, picked up his tea cup and drank.

Jasmine tea has been slightly cool, not so refreshing, but his requirements for life have never been high.

He suddenly felt something, stretched out his right index finger and middle finger and pointed to the bullet rack on the other side of the alloy wall.

With a soft sound, a black chess piece that had been left in the corner for a long time broke into the air and accurately fell into his fingers.

Looking at the black chess between his fingers, a missing smile appeared on his dark face, and the silver bracelet on his wrist seemed to become brighter.

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The morning light passed through the glass on the window and fell on the chessboard. It shone on the black chess piece in the middle, just like the eyes of Jing Jiu.

Xueji leaned against a corner of the sofa and looked at a place on the wall without expression. She didn't know what she was thinking. Of course, she had no expression, except that she narrowed her eyes occasionally.

The meeting in the city hall was also broadcast live on the TV light screen. After a night of quarrel, neither the mayor nor those senior officials and city councillors could hold on. As for those officials with specific work arrangements, they had already left for their respective neighborhoods and institutions.

After Eve's figure disappeared from the TV light screen, Huaxi lost interest in those boring quarrels. She just looked at the warning subtitles and process arrangements enlarged from time to time in the light screen. She felt that she should recite them carefully, but the more she recited them, the more confused she became.

With a light bang, Jing Jiu dropped a white son on the chessboard. The crisp voice woke Huaxi. She rubbed her eyes, went to the window and said to him, "brother, I can't carry the evacuation regulations, but I remember to list my belongings, otherwise I'll get them first?"

In fact, Jing Jiu didn't quite understand what was arguing on TV and what was meant by evacuating. She gave a sound according to her words, and then continued to drop the pieces. It didn't take long for the pieces to fall on the chessboard - if this chess game could be transmitted back to the Chaotian mainland, the queniang would probably faint happily again.

"Who can fold clothes? Do you want to take that red cloth with you? What is the emergency multifunction device? Why didn't I find it? "

Huaxi has never packed his luggage, whether at the home of xingmen base, at the priest's college, or at this home. In fact, most of the time, she was a piece of luggage, which was taken by well nine from the star gate to the main star, and from the fog extraterrestrial to a sewer on the planet.

The more she tidied up, the more upset she became. She ran back to the living room with a pile of clothes and shouted.

I don't know why the little girl's temper is getting worse and worse these days.

The cicada looked back on the windowsill and looked at her gratefully.

It seems that the little girl is really going to wake up. It's really dangerous, but it feels good to have someone at home to help share the housework and take responsibility.

Jingjiu and Xueji don't care about these things or her shouting. Anyway, there are no neighbors in 720. On the premise of ensuring safety, they can have no response to any changes in the world, higher than the highest eminent monk.

At this time, the guest bell of unit 720 suddenly rang. The visual interaction system has long been broken. Huaxi angrily threw the things in her arms onto Xueji, opened the door and the iron door of the unit. She found a basket on the steps, but didn't see the figure of the visitors. It's just that there are a line of footprints in the thin snow on the ground and a line of cat's paw prints on the flower bed in the distance.

She came home with the basket and said, "I don't know who it is."

Xueji squeezed her head out of the pile of clothes, picked aside a sock hanging on her face with her round little hand, and gave her a cold look.

"It seems... From the front floor." Jing Jiu looked back at his line of sight out of the window and added with a slow speed: "playing basketball, kid."

Huaxi pulled out an old tobacco box from the basket. Someone wrote a message on the box, which probably means: I'm a neighbor on the 714th floor. Now I have to prepare for evacuation. Although it's not true that I will evacuate, the organic products at home need to be destroyed by myself. I like frozen pears best. My mother made a lot for me while the snow has been heavy and the temperature is very low this year, I won't finish it for a while. I'm afraid of waste, so I brought you some.

I don't know who the boy playing basketball is, and I don't know whether giving gifts is his meaning or the meaning of their family. In short, the message is full of clumsy and careful kindness.

Xueji didn't respond. Jing Jiu said thank you. The problem is that the person left long ago. I don't know who the thank you was for.

Huaxi took out a frozen pear from the basket, looked curiously and said, "it's so ugly. I don't know if it's delicious."

The color of frozen pear is black, just like bruises on people. It really doesn't look good.

Well nine thought and said, "I have to eat."

The meaning of this sentence is that ugly is not necessarily ugly. You have to taste it in your mouth to know the real taste. Just like the pastries that teacher Eve brought them every time were very good-looking, but they really didn't taste very good - he didn't know the reason for this was that the pastries should be eaten directly, and it didn't need to be steamed thoroughly with a steamer every time, like Huaxi.

Huaxi thought what his brother said was very reasonable. He took the frozen pear to his mouth and bit it hard.

Then, there was no accident of a painful cry, and two lines of clear tears burst out of the eyes.

Well nine awkwardly comforted him and suggested, "since it's so hard, let it be soft before eating."

How can I soften a frozen pear? Of course, the most intuitive idea is heating. Fortunately, Huaxi is too lazy to boil water and use the steamer because of its bad mood. It directly puts those frozen pears on the windowsill, waiting to be dried by the sun.

There is a thin layer of snow on the surface of frozen pear. It looks like icing. It is illuminated by the sun. It finally shows some good-looking and becomes a lot more attractive.

After a long time in the sun, the snow and frost on the sunny side gradually turned into water droplets, glittering and translucent, like pearls.

It suddenly snowed outside the window. The sun penetrated the snow, penetrated the glass, and shone on the glass beads on the surface of the frozen pear, refracting the light. It was beautiful.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu took pen and paper from the piano and began to sketch. He was just dissatisfied with the painting and thought of a man named he Kai again.

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Happy monk has been here.

In the sea of dark things, everything is dark without any light. It's really like the deepest seabed. Yes, he has also been to the deepest part of the sea. He has stayed in the abyss of death without light for a long time, and the water there is as cold as the space around him at this time.

In the past few times, when entering the sea of dark things, they all entered from the edge, and they were not far away. There were stars behind them, just like the lights of their hometown. They could find the direction at any time and then go back.

At this time, he had gone deep into the sea of dark things for tens of thousands of kilometers. The space crack in the Tianhuo industrial base had changed from the first golden pupil to a small light spot. Until now, it had disappeared, even he could not see it.

There was no visible light, and other rays were very sparse. In his eyes, it was like a candle that could go out at any time.

Fortunately, the monsters led by him from the space crack have a clear sense of existence, which can help him determine his existence.

There are a lot of monsters, but they can only float in space. Like kites, they are extremely slow and pose no threat to him. The threat still comes from the sea of dark things itself.

He could not perceive the dark energy scattered in the space, but it was obvious that those dark energy were constantly immersing into his golden body, and his Zen mind had moved.

A flash of light suddenly appeared in front, just like watching a spark burst out of the extinguished paper money, and then lit the paper in the basin.

It's a star in the process of extinction. I don't know if the internal photothermal high-pressure environment has changed and bloomed a dazzling light.

Similar images often appear in the sea of dark things. It may take many, many years for those lights to really disappear.

With the light of the star in the distance, the happy monk saw the target he wanted to find with his heavenly eye. He brushed his sleeve slightly and stepped on the great nirvana to accelerate his flight.

Dozens of mother nests are quietly suspended in the dark universe, as if they want to be integrated with the universe itself. After being illuminated by the light of the star, they appear from the universe, revealing a dark and densely pockmarked surface. It looks disgusting.

Sensing the arrival of life, those black mother nests woke up immediately, and countless tentacles grew out of the pockmarks on the surface, just like closed pores, suddenly sprouted sweat, and like maggots drilling out of the surface of rotten food, which was even more disgusting.

The light lit up all this and came into the eyes of the happy monk. He exclaimed with joy: "how beautiful." There is no medium or audience in the universe. He is not a person like Shen yunbu. At this time, he will not use the method of vibrating space to spread sound, so he is silent admiration, but his expression is not false, completely from his heart. The concept of beauty and ugliness is the full embodiment of utilitarianism in human beings. As one of the greatest and most powerful beings in human history, Huanxi monk has transcended many boundaries of mankind, and naturally looks at things more detached - his aesthetics is still human, but more extreme. Except for the God in ancient times, no one should have seen such pictures. At least he hasn't seen them in any materials. He thinks he should leave these pictures and materials. Even if he can't find Xueji and can't leave the sea, future generations can at least know more things. He made the great Nirvana stand still. He didn't know where to take out his pen and paper, and drew the endless darkness in front of him, the dying fire of stars in the distance, and these mother nests like frozen pears nearby. The pen was used when he was in yimaozhai. The paper was made of peach bark in front of Shuiyue nunnery. With such a pen, the words and paintings written on such paper can be preserved for a long time even in the worst environment. The nib of the pen kept smearing on the paper. He left all the scenery in front of him in the painting, and then attached all kinds of detailed data obtained from seeing and mental calculation. Finally, he put the paper into nirvana, then flew to the mother nests, put out his finger and said, "come on." With these words, he turned and left without hesitation. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.