Ten minutes after the battle, Bonzai and others helped Lin Chou onto the boat.
The face of the potted plant is full of golden light,
"Wow...these shots are simply amazing. Brother Chou, you are so awesome! I...the director has already foreseen that our movie will definitely be popular throughout the base city and go out to the world!!"
"Where are you going? How can someone else pay you somewhere else?"
Lin Chou rolled her eyes repeatedly.
"Don't talk about that. Bring me the buns I brought before. Hurry, I'm very hungry..."
Sikong handed over a few buns with a smile.
"Hey, great hero, you can't tell, it's quite hidden!"
Lin Chou gnawed on the bun and sobbed,
"How powerful I am, don't you have any idea? What am I hiding?"
Mr. Shan made a complicated set of gestures to show his family going to heaven after an explosion.
"What do you care about - this, called strength? Is this something that can be solved with great strength?"
Lin Chou stared,
"Bloodline abilities - Alienation skills - Living corpses and blood corpses - Demonic plants and strange beasts, these things now belong to the category of conventional physics. Isn't it possible for me to do this? Isn't it strange that a set of bastard fists can only throw away a few bricks? , As the saying goes, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife. Does the title of 'Master of Three Alleys' just refer to wisdom? I used to be in the alley..."
Bala, bala, bala.
Everyone was speechless, but they still criticized Lin Chou for calling the operation just now "a set of Wang Baquan and a few bricks."
Lin Chou waved his hand,
"Don't talk about that. I'm in a daze right now, and I'm confused - this guy's strength has been exhausted, and I haven't gained any benefits. I've suffered a big loss... I've never done a business that lost money. No, I have to get something to make up for it, myss... I feel so bad, there is no cure for my heartache! I will die!"
"..."
Master Shan suddenly came up to him very impudently,
"I'm talking about Lin Zi, what happened to that big guy just now?"
Lin Chou spread his hands,
"It's such a good thing to eat my steamed buns and still want to eat me. Hey, he looks pretty if he doesn't look very good - you can forget about the well digger after seeing the water, but have you ever seen someone dig a well? Are they also fed?"
"Where did this come from..."
Lin Chou didn't want to explain so much,
"Remember what I said last time, 'Heaven walks the way of the master, and walks the way for heaven'. Who can say for sure about this thing in the dark world - you know it~"
Master Shan cursed in his heart that I know nothing, and couldn't help but move forward again, with a look of hesitation and doubt.
"Ahem... Please be more specific. We guys have been eating from you for several months."
Lin Chou really wanted to step on that big face with her feet.
"I can't eat you to death... What are you asking? I want to know which item and item I didn't write down clearly on the menu when I went back. I can't read?!"
"Don't bother me... my bones are about to break. I'll take a nap first."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes closed and his breathing suddenly became heavy.
Huang Dashan wanted to say something more, so Leng Han boarded the deck.
"Let him rest. I'm afraid he's exhausted."
Mr. Shan shrugged his shoulders and ran away dejectedly to play by himself.
But everyone, including him and Leng Han, looked at Lin Chou, who was half-clothed, with complicated eyes.
Or upright, such as Sikong Qin Wuyong;
Or sneaky, like Leng Han Huang Dashan.
Not far away is the main ship of the Research Institute, the side cabin on the second deck of the Zhaixingxing.
Several staff members in blue and white uniforms lowered their heads and suppressed laughter, and carefully and quietly cleaned the glass shards, pastries, fruit remains, and long and short beards that were gray or silver on the floor of the cabin.
It's a coincidence that these things are just enough to fill a trash can, and they can be bagged and carried away neatly.
In front of the display screen, a dozen elderly academicians with surprisingly uniform movements and all covering their chins stared at each other for a long time. Finally, one of them spoke first.
"That's it, it's over?!"
The look on his face and the unconscious twitching of his cheeks seemed to be indescribable pain and disbelief.
Another old man's words were very direct, pointing at the screen and saying,
"Where's the stuff? Where's the rest? Where's the stuff we want?"
The screen showed a clean sea surface and unchanging yellow clouds. The evolvers staying on the sea surface in various weird and bizarre ways were still chatting and boasting with their faces glowing red, but there was no imaginary style that did not belong to this dimension. beast.
"!"
This is not the roar of people, but the roar of capital,
"Nearly fifty ships were bombarded with intensive source crystal cannons for half an hour. The main ship's cannon never stopped. Who has calculated how much money we burned - only a few pictures were left in the end? For reference only? You guys? Are you kidding me?!"
No one dares to answer this question.
But it is obvious that the Research Institute suffered a big loss this time.
"bell..."
"The dean's call..."
"No! I don't have the nerve to answer!"
"It's - the scientific research institute over there."
"Hiss... bring it here and hurry up! You don't have any eyesight!"
The sudden change in his tone made him completely different,
"Hello, hello? Are you...oh oh...what? Yes, yes...yes...we were filming the whole process...but...yes, yes, yes...yes! What? This is...ok!"
It is estimated that few people in Mingguang still remember his name. Academician Zhong put down the microphone and let out a sigh of relief.
He said to the old guys beside him,
"Heishenhai... can give us a seabed gold mine, bare ore! Continue to support our project."
After a long while,
"What??"
Academician Zhong who answered the phone looked at the silver-white metal on the cabin dome with a dazed expression.
"This time, we seem to have made an incredible discovery... Where are the videos? Back up all of them, encrypt them, send one to Mingguang, keep one on the ship, and... keep it for me, I want to take it away. .”
In one word, the scientific researchers under his command were immediately extremely busy.
The old academician sighed deeply,
"Hopefully, it's not a bad thing."
"what happened?"
"I don't know. They just said that we can't judge until we see the video."
"Then, what should we do about Lin Chou..."
"Do it? Have you done it? Have I done it? Who has done it? People over there are waiting and watching. Why should we worry about returning to the voyage? We have been very busy recently!"
"But...his ability has crossed the line..."
There was an unspeakable silence.
Finally, Academician Zhong rubbed his chin.
"On this point, those big-headed soldiers can see it more clearly than us old and dim-eyed guys. There's no need to worry too much. There are more important things waiting for us -"
Academician Zhong's tone was full of excitement, like a child who had just been praised for candy and red flowers.
"This is the first time that the seniors from the scientific research institute over there have actively contacted us. Hey, be prepared, things are going to be big!"
...
Coastal defense lines, city walls.
The blind old man's pale hair looked dry and thin, and two pieces of linen randomly put together were used as a top.
He faced the direction of the landing, his empty eyes like black abyss.
Endless mist was surging behind the city wall under his feet, but the city wall seemed like an insurmountable mountain.
The fog nightmare, which was as thick as some kind of metallic solution, spread from the other end of the city wall and "gurgled" down the city wall on the inland sea side. Half of the old man's body was covered by the fog nightmare, making him look like a man above the clouds. A master of Taoism.
In this way, Zhao Qingcang, another man wearing flip-flops and wearing flip-flops on the city wall, who was carrying a jar of salted fish and wine in his hand, looked like an unemployed vagrant who had just finished work after a "hard" day's work on the overpass.
The blind old man's voice is no longer kind, every word is like a mantra,
"The solidity of the city walls is as absolute and unquestionable as the sanctity of death."
Zhao Qingcang spit a mouthful of dried salted fish on the ground.
"Old bastard, how many taels of cat urine have you had in your stomach today?"
The blind old man raised his head, as if looking at the sky.
The expression on his face suddenly fell, and a sentence escaped from his mouth, which was simply shocking to others.
Because he said,
"Second uncle, can you stop playing tricks on me?"
Zhao Qingcang jumped up and cursed like a mouse whose tail was stepped on by a cat,
"Um, my mother, what are you talking about? You little bastard, do you have any quality? Look at your disgrace. You don't take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You are half buried in the earth. I , in his prime, who is your second uncle, which one is your second uncle? Get out!!"
The blind old man sighed inexplicably,
"Yeah, I can't say enough about you... I really admire your... ability. It's a rare occasion for you to come here today. Are you looking down on any of us juniors again? You can do whatever you want, ha, just pull him out and beat him up, I won't Opinions, just pretend you didn’t see it.”
Zhao Qingcang laughed and said,
"What kind of person am I? Damn...Besides, you two have been blind for many years and you can't see anymore. Why are you talking to me?"
"By the way, are you still doing business with Luan Shan?"
"Those women... I'm telling you, don't let that brat from the Jiang family get too bouncy and annoying, and no matter how hard you mess with those dirty things, I don't care what little shady schemes you have, I'll give them to you. I’m out of here!”
"Uh...yes, yes, second uncle, we can handle this, hehe, hehehe..."
Lao Zhao rolled his eyes and cursed a lot.
"Don't fucking talk nonsense to me. You guys built this broken wall. It was your idea. It has nothing to do with me."
"Now, after more than a hundred years of hard work, it has been missed, right? What are we going to do next?"
The blind old man's face covered with wrinkles trembled,
"You are just complaining to me. The coastal defense line bought Mingguang more than a hundred years."
Zhao Qingcang directly picked up the blind old man by his collar.
"Bullshit on your mother to buy time? Do you have the fucking ability to open your dog eyes and look at Mingguang? What kind of ghost is Mingguang like now - even a random girl from Luanshan can be picked out by me. The market is swaggering right under your noses, what is your bad idea called buying time? Bah--the reason why you little bastard is blind is because you are afraid that it will hurt your eyes!"
The blind old man's face turned red.
"How can you taint someone's innocence out of thin air... The Black Army still said that, the security of the city wall is the same as death... Pfft~"
Before he finished speaking, the blind old man spat out a mouthful of blood and could not continue speaking.
"Second, second uncle, you...really want to kill me?"
The red light in Lao Zhao's eyes faded slightly, and he casually threw the blind old man aside.
"You've dirty my hands - just say you traitors are unreliable, forget it...I don't care, haha, it's not my face that I'm losing anyway."
The blind old man smiled bitterly.
Lao Zhao said,
"They have found a way to get here, and it is no longer through projection. Are you satisfied now?"
The tone was mocking,
"Ha...are you planning to come up with another bad idea? Build a few more walls to block it?"
The blind old man whispered,
"This is an accident. Technically speaking, it's just a soul piercing at most. The entity still hasn't come over..."
"What did you say?!"
"No, it's nothing."
The blind old man wiped the corners of his mouth and found that the bleeding could not be stopped, so he gave up.
"Haha, no matter what, Mingguang's bloodline has finally been preserved. After all, we are different from those primitive guys."
Zhao Qingcang stared at the blind old man with a pair of bull's eyes, looking up and down.
Lao Zhao said in a rather unwilling tone,
"...What the hell did I do to save you in the first place? Just go away and die. How can we old guys... come up with such a bunch of stubborn little people? Damn it!"
The blind old man suddenly burst into laughter,
"Second uncle...you have to admit that our approach is right! How many people are left in Luanshan? How many people are left in Zurich, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away? And we at Mingguang have a total of 10 million The foundation! This is our confidence and our hope!"
Zhao Qingcang fell back in anger, was too lazy to say anything, and jumped off the city wall.
Half a minute later, a voice rushed up from under the city wall,
"I'm going to fuck your mother, you're a big watermelon. Well, after I leave, you can just try to kill the elephant with too many ants - I told you that no matter how much waste there is, it's still waste. There's no way that manure shit can compare to chemical fertilizers!"
Then, a buzz like an ancient sword came from below the city wall, and Zhao Qingcang's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The blind old man looked longingly on the city wall with sneaky movements that were inappropriate for his age. His dark eyes seemed to be able to see things again. He muttered something:
"Then at least we are all natural and pollution-free...I..."
"Snapped!!"
The blind old man turned 720 degrees out of thin air and fell to the ground with a thud.
He covered his face and got up with difficulty,
"Damn...slap me again...Second uncle, you are too petty...I am almost 200 years old..."
While he was muttering, his ears suddenly moved.
He rubbed the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and flicked it.
Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, with a fairy-like expression on his face.
"Who~"
"Ahem, Grandpa Zu, I... Xiaojiu, how are you doing lately?"
The blind old man nodded,
"Jiu'er, what's the matter?"
The visitor bowed and bowed,
"Hey... Grandpa, why is your face... swollen?"
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, say it quickly. Do you think I have nothing to do?"
"No...no...didn't I brew some new good wine, especially to honor you? Ahem...well, you have a sharp eye, and you have seen through it again - actually, It’s about Lin…”
The blind old man waved his hand,
"Okay, okay, I get it. Isn't it that little guy? I met him once and he was quite nice. This time he bumped into me by mistake. It had nothing to do with him in the first place. I had to go out of his way to find him. Old man, can I come?"
"Have you... seen him? When... cough cough cough... No, no... Actually, the main thing is to bring you drinks, right? By the way, you have no intention of robbing him. Are you coming?"
The blind old man scraped his ear and got it covered with paste.
"I'm not a bandit! Get out! Don't let me see you, a loser, again within a year!!"
"Xiaojiu" flew down the city wall crookedly, covering his face and complaining,
"Old man, why are you so tempered today? Hiss... well, this time you've been beaten for nothing."
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