"The universal problem-solving machine is ready." The professional mechanic walked into the stall area of Wei Xing 5 quite happily. This information was so important that the various creatures passing back and forth just turned around, were politely stunned, and then turned back to continue doing their own things. The mechanic, who was ignored, walked around in the hall, lifted up his fur coat, and turned on the speaker on his alloy shoulder.
The trumpet trembled hard and made an earth-shattering sound.
“The Universal Problem Solver solution worked!
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There was a harsh squeaking sound from high up, and a large group of shiny objects whizzed over. It turned out that a chandelier was shaken down. Immediately, three floating figures flew from the dark corners of the ceiling with unparalleled speed. Two grabbed the chandelier, and one got into the mechanic's loudspeaker, dissolving the next wave of loud noises that had no time to be broadcast into a burst of dark rustling. Rustling.
The mechanic shrugged, watching the ghosts appear and disappear quickly. Black and red smoke condensed in front of him, and Lasnuolo Benches Lang appeared from it.
The vampire put a hand on the brim of his hat but did not lift it. "Are you from-" He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the mechanic, "Which team are you from?"
"The universal problem-solving machine has been invented." The mechanic tucked an exquisite steel hand into his belt and smiled, "Lasnuolo, your hearing has declined again? We have met more than once, right? What do you mean? Which group is it from?”
"Oh. A lone wolf group. A group without teammates. A parent without children. You don't need our help. You show up occasionally just to show us your intelligence and rudeness.
I remember. A very sharp loner. Lasnuolo said expressionlessly, "An emperor without subjects, do you want to meet with Ichaint?" Or are you just here to show off your progress? "
"Who said I have no subjects?" The mechanic chuckled and opened both sides of his coat. It turned out that he only brought his body above the shoulders today. Below the shoulders were six mechanical puppets arranged in two rows, lifting the mechanic to the same height as Rasno Loshaw.
The six mechanical puppets giggled and gestured to Rasnoro at the same time - this gesture proved that the "vulgar and rude" evaluation was not an exaggeration. The vampire snorted dismissively.
"Izaint is arranging a funeral." He seemed to have lost interest in the entanglement and said, "I'm still there for the time being."
"Oh? Where is that?" the mechanic said, slowly wrapping his coat tightly. A mechanical doll jumped out from the hem and disappeared before their eyes. There was a tinkling sound in the distance, and Lasnuolo looked back but did not move.
"The end of the road," he answered. "If you're so impatient, you might as well go to him directly."
"Why is it the end of the road? It would be better to be somewhere else."
The mechanic twisted his unmechanized eyebrow, "That's the last place I want to go right now. The magic fire all over the ground is too harmful to my device... If Beelzebub wants to melt me into a spindle, Zhante will definitely not stop it. Unfortunately, it seems I won’t be able to call him.”
"How about you go for me?" One of his eyes rolled wildly, then suddenly froze, revealing a teasing smile, "No. You are a coward. You will never take risks."
Lasnuolo snorted in response. The clanking sound stopped. A small cool breeze blew past their feet.
The mechanical doll that had just run away staggered and fell at their feet. A ghost flew away from it.
"Wow. When can your ghost possess my babies? You have become stronger. Rasnoro." The mechanic was surprised.
Rasnoro crossed his arms and fired back: "Same for you. This garbage is moving a lot faster. I almost didn't catch it."
The mechanic kicked the puppet with his toe, causing it to climb back up and return to its original position. He hummed a ballad with more verbs than nouns. "By the way." He paused briefly and smiled:
"I fixed those blood splatterers in your office. Bang. Just like this." He made a loud gesture, "Have you been stuck in traffic for a long time?"
Lasnuolo remained motionless, looking at him with an incomprehensible expression.
"Did you really make a universal problem-solving machine?" he asked after a few seconds.
"I've done it," the mechanic said, looking around. "It's a pity that everyone is busy. Should I wait for him here? Or should I just start the car?"
"You have to wait for him." They both knew they were talking about Chaint.
"Acceptance, testing... I know." The mechanic shook a finger, "Or, it is mentioned in the temporary manual of the Returned Star Council: When the Speaker is away for business, the Deputy Speaker can act as an agent for the acceptance plan. "
"You want me to act as your agent?"
"I don't hope." The mechanic smiled, "There's nothing we can do about it. We can make do."
The aroma is diffused.
"You two. Please don't block the intersection of the five strings. This will affect the transmission efficiency of the document to the area." Li Fu's skirt swayed slightly and slowly floated over. Tithron was with her like a flower with its pot.
The high-level vampire ignored them.
"Make do?" He glanced at the mechanic, "You have a universal problem-solving machine, why do you say you can't do anything?"
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Sometimes, Willy Shaw felt that everything in the world was a secret story.
For example, the famous "Nine Planes in a Comprehensive Book" mentions that as long as a person is possessed by a ghost, he will suffer from physical and mental tear syndrome. But he had been to the Killing Realm many times, and being possessed was as common as having his knees buckled, and he still felt fine.
With the demonstration and guidance of Knob Four, he found that the friends in the Kamulimu Music Orchestra were actually quite easy to deal with. He had revised the entrance music nearly fifty times, but when he thought of a new note, the chief vocalist of the Kamulimu Music Orchestra was still willing to add it to the movement and rehearse it for five more times. Ten times.
The only thing that made Willie Xiao a little embarrassed was that these elegant ghosts were unwilling to leave the killing area before the funeral officially started. And Norole insisted on carrying out the Luoshen Project in the first world. This forced him to run both ways. This also significantly reduced the time he spent in Only Star 5.
Fortunately, Yi Chaint agreed to help him pay more attention to the funeral scene.
To be honest, the occultist didn't expect the demon to do it himself. After all, there are too many guys that Chaint can command now. Whether it is an inferior imp who absolutely obeys orders, a ghost who actually has extremely high intelligence and is considerate, or a mechanical puppet who is becoming more and more omnipotent, they can easily complete this task.
There was really no need for him to do it himself.
"Unpredictability is also one of the sources of evil mystical stories. That's why he overcame the incredible Willy Shaw and became the protagonist of this book." Occasionally grabbing a little rest time, he played in "Chaint Sinkard" This was written in the draft of Stuart's biography.
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