Chapter 3721

"Why don't you use your bionic man this time? I've noticed those strange creatures. You seem to like using them very much."

Aoshutu, shaking the feathers on her shoulders, looked at the screen.

Looking at the human Street twisted into part of the maze by the cosmic cube, and Sison, who fell into confusion with a fish head, asked his spokesman with a smile.

"It's not safe enough. Although Sison has a problem with his identity and even thinks he's a ghost, he's still an ancient god of your generation after all."

Smiling Su Ming took a sip of smoke, slowly spit out the smoke, and threw a cigarette to his jealous cousin:

"No matter how good the bionic man is, it is false after all. It's no problem to hide from human beings and the existing scientific and technological exploration of human beings, but it's still necessary to change real creatures to deceive Sison. It's OK to shape one or two creatures with the cosmic cube, but if you want to imitate a small town with a population of tens of thousands, it's more energy-saving to directly use ready-made actors."

Everyone has different eyesight and strength. Things like bionic people can't deceive Ao Shutu. As a goddess who has witnessed the birth of almost all life forms on earth, fake goods can still be recognized.

The same is true of sissohn, although he now considers himself a ghost.

"For all love persistent pain, for all hate persistent injury..." Angela Boda didn't seem to care about anything else at all. She was still humming the song and waiting for the plot to continue.

It's also that she hasn't seen all kinds of bitterness dramas on earth before. You know, this kind of drama that you love me and I love her often ends with 'going to sea'.

Sometimes there will be a good ship, sometimes not. It's impossible not to die anyway.

"Although this creature called Orc has a soul, it gives me the feeling that their personality is very small and they also have a lot of dark attributes." Ao Shutu looked back at the monitoring screen and looked at the strong beasts who had been arranged for the "citizen" part. Her big eyes changed back to a half asleep and half awake hazy appearance: "use them carefully and don't treat them as human beings."

After hearing this, Su Ming answered the goddess with a smile and took out soda for the two Goddesses:

"In fact, my judgment criteria are very strict. I have to look like an individual, have my own soul, do things and do personnel. I can't only speak English. Only when I meet three of these four items will I be regarded as a human."

"Well, orange." I don't know if Ao Shutu heard it. Anyway, she switched the topic.

That's not bad. At least she has given a hint that she doesn't mind the death knell introducing creatures from other universes into the multiverse.

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Through the bustling farmers' market, I bought a small bag of bread and tomatoes for breakfast. The ghost ran to the subway that was about to leave the station.

The carriage is crowded with people. The taste of these strong men in animal skins and ragged armor is not good, but there is no way. People who have no money to buy a car can only share limited space with others.

His nostrils would be blocked from time to time. The ghost who was used to this situation found a seat. He dragged his green robe down, held his bag in his arms, opened the bag of bread, watched the heavy snow outside the window and began to eat.

Insipid. There was even a feeling in his body that he could not eat, but the ghost felt that he was not crazy. How can a man not eat if he wants to live?

He was not the only one who took time to eat in the carriage, but the other passengers ate mushrooms and mysterious self-contained jerky, and few people talked to each other.

Today's society is so indifferent.

The ghost sighed. He rubbed his nose again, took out the bread and ate it. After thinking about it, he put the fish head given by the fish owner in the market into a plastic bag and was ready to take it home after work.

In fact, he didn't believe what the magic fish head said. He originally wanted to lose it, but after seeing such a cold society, he felt human feelings from the fish head, so he changed his mind and planned to keep it.

Anyway, it's OK to go to work in your bag.

The car made a regular sound on the track, clattering like a lullaby, but the ghost couldn't sleep. He was still thinking about his ex girlfriend and roommate.

The more you think about it, the more uncomfortable it is. However, music still sounds in the carriage at this time:

"For all love persistent pain, for all hate persistent injury, I can't tell love from hate, is that it..."

The ghost felt pain when he heard this song. He didn't know why. He felt that he had heard it countless times in his dream, and he was in great pain every time he woke up.

My nose is blocked again. It's hard.

But nevertheless, he had to go to work on this tragic morning because he was a loser and had no room to resist society.

In this way, the worried ghost chewed tasteless bread and thought about his worries. Before he knew it, the car broadcast the arrival prompt that he should get off.

Put the fish's head and the rest of the bread into the backpack. The ghost sighed, bowed his head and walked out of the car into the subway station made of ice and snow.

Looking at the bustling flow of people, he felt very small, like insignificant dust in the air.

But life goes on.

Dragging his tired body before he went to work, he left the subway station and walked to the company where he worked, a factory that makes vending machines.

He participated in the most critical link in the manufacturing process and maintained the stability of the physical structure of the vending machine through multi-point material links.

Commonly known as screwing.

He didn't know the meaning of such work. Every day was endless repetition, but when the assembly line turned and the screw gun was in his hand, he seemed to join the production process uncontrollably.

Colleagues are silent, they are like screws in the whole society, carrying out their own division of labor, and he can only do so.

Today, he was a little late, probably because he was distracted in the morning, so when he came to the assembly line in his robe and sat down, the bald foreman who always had strict requirements on the concept of time was waiting for him

"Wait, why has Argo motorcycle become a foreman?" Ao Shutu interrupted the story of the death knell and raised an objection: "when did you modify his memory?"

The bell pinched the cigarette, put away the cigarette end, smiled and replied:

"No, agomoto volunteered. He was trapped in the maze and couldn't find you before. I 'borrowed' your voice to make arrangements for him. Should that be ok? He seems to like acting."

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