The young monk just looked like a teenager, but in fact he had lived for many years.

Of course he is still a young man, otherwise he would not have defected to the sea of ​​dark things.

I believe he has a way to take away countless monsters at the bottom of the sea, and may encounter some mother nests or even another dark object. Next, the number of monsters that pass through the space cracks will become much smaller, and the pressure on the fleet at the Dream Fire Industrial Base will be much smaller.

The Lieyang warship started again and headed towards the burning planet. With the help of researchers at the 857 base, Zeng Ju began to make the final plan to determine that more than a dozen ultrafine particle nuclear power furnaces and the latest developed melting equipment have arrived and can be put into use at any time.

As mentioned earlier, no matter the local powerhouses of the Galaxy Alliance or large equipment controlled remotely, they cannot withstand the high temperature of melting equipment at close range, and the accuracy is too far behind, so they can only be left to the ascensioners.

I wonder if Zeng Ju once again remembered the proud and unrestrained and even very slutty young master of the Shen family.

The middle-aged researcher wearing a gray plaid shirt came to the bottom of the battleship with a teacup. He leaned against the bracelet and made a whisper. The heavy alloy door slowly opened, and the strategic warehouse with extremely large space appeared in front of him.

He has fully mastered the installation of melting equipment 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 reveal his identity and go to take over.

The warship warehouses were filled with various equipment and a large number of nuclear bombs, but they were still as empty.

He walked to the middle of the warehouse, felt the remaining breath in the air, picked up the teacup and drank it.

Jasmine tea is already slightly cool and not so refreshing, but it has never had high requirements for life.

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

With a light sound, a black chess piece that had been left in the corner for unknown how long it took to break through the air and fell accurately between his fingers.

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

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The morning light passed through the glass on the window and fell on the chessboard, shining on the black chess piece in the middle, like Jing Jiu's eyes.

Xue Ji leaned against a corner of the sofa, looking at a place on the wall expressionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking. Of course, she had no expression at all, except for occasionally squinting her eyes.

The meeting in the city hall was broadcasting live on the TV light screen. After a night of argument, neither the mayor nor the senior officials nor the city councillors could hold on. As for the officials with specific work arrangements, they had already left and went to their respective blocks 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 that were magnified from time to time in the light screen. She felt that she should memorize it carefully, but the more she memorized it, the more she became, the more confused she became.

With a light bang, Jing Jiu fell a white piece on the chessboard. The crisp sound woke Huaxi up. She rubbed her eyes and walked to the window and said to him: "Brother, I can't carry the evacuation regulations, but I remember the list of items I carry, otherwise I will do it first?"

In fact, Jing Jiu didn't understand what was quarreling on TV and what was meant by evacuation. He followed her words and continued to make moves. It didn't take long for the chess pieces to fill the board - if this chess game could be passed back to Chaotian Continent, Que Niang would probably faint happily again.

"Who can fold clothes? Do you want to carry your red cloth? What is the emergency multi-function device? Why didn't I find it?"

Huaxi has never packed her luggage, whether it is at the Star Gate Base, the Priests Academy, or this home. In fact, she is often just a piece of luggage, which is taken from the Star Gate to the main star by Jing Jiu from the Star Gate to the main star, and from the fog-away galaxy to next to a sewer on the planet.

The more she sorted out, the more upset she felt. She ran back to the living room with a bunch of clothes and shouted loudly.

For some reason these days, the little girl's temper has become increasingly fierce.

Han Chan looked back on the windowsill and looked at her gratefully.

The little girl seemed to be waking up. It was indeed a bit dangerous, but it felt great that someone at home helped share the housework and took responsibility.

Jing Jiu and Xue Ji ignored these things and didn't care about her loud shouting. Anyway, there were no neighbors in 720. On the premise of ensuring safety, they could not respond to any changes in this world, even higher than the highest monk.

At this time, the guest bell of Unit 720 1 suddenly rang. The visual interaction system had long been broken. Hua Xi threw the things in her arms on Xue Ji with some annoyance, opened the door, and opened the iron door of the unit. He found a basket on the steps, but there was no sign of the visitor. There was only a row of footprints in the thin snow on the ground, and a row of cat claws on the flower bed in the distance.

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

Xue Ji squeezed her head out of the pile of clothes, used her round little hands to pull a sock hanging on her face, and gave her a cold look.

"It seems... from the front floor." Jing Jiu retracted his gaze from the window and added at a slow speed: "Basketball player, kid."

Huaxi took out an old tobacco box from the basket, and someone wrote a message on the cardboard box, which roughly means: I am a neighbor on the 714th floor, and now I have to prepare for evacuation. Although it may not be really evacuated, the organic products at home need to be destroyed by themselves. I like to eat frozen pears the most. My mother took advantage of the heavy snow this year and the temperature was very low. She made a lot for me and couldn't finish it for a while. She was afraid of wasting it, so she brought some for you.

I don’t know who the boy who played basketball was, nor do I know whether the gift was given or the whole family. In short, the message was full of clumsy and careful kindness.

Xue Ji did not respond, and Jing Jiu said thank you. The problem was that the person had already left at this time, and I don’t know who the thank you were saying to.

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

The frozen pear is black in color, like bruises on a person's body, and it looks a little uncomfortable.

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "I have to eat."

The meaning of this sentence is that it is not necessarily unpleasant to be terrible. You have to taste it in your mouth to know the real taste. Just like the pastry that Teacher Eve brought to them every time looks good, but it tastes really not very good. He didn't know why it was like this because the pastry should be eaten directly, and it doesn't need to be steamed in a steamer every time, like Huaxi.

Hua Xi thought to himself that what his brother said made sense, so he picked up the frozen pear and sent it to his mouth, and bit it hard.

Then, there was a cry of pain without any surprise, and two lines of clear tears that instantly surged out of my eyes.

Jing Jiu comforted him a little clumsyly and suggested, "Since it's so hard, then let it be soft and then eat."

How can I soften a frozen pear? The most intuitive idea is of course heating. Fortunately, Huaxi is in a bad mood today, because he is too lazy to boil water and use a steamer. He put the frozen pears on the windowsill and wait for the sun to be dried.

The frozen pear has a thin layer of snow on the surface, which looks like frosting. It is shining with sunlight. It finally looks a bit beautiful and becomes much more attractive.

After a while, the snow frost on the sun gradually turned into water droplets, crystal clear, like pearls.

Suddenly, snow fell outside the window. The sunlight penetrated the snowflakes and penetrated the glass, shining on the glass beads on the surface of the frozen pear, refracting the light, which was so beautiful.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu took the pen and paper from the piano and started sketching, but he was a little dissatisfied with the drawing, and he remembered a man named He Zhan again.

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The happy monk has been here.

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

When I entered the sea of ​​dark objects several times in the past, I entered from the edge, and I went not far away, and there were stars behind me, as if the lights of my hometown were used as a basis. You can find the direction at any time and then retreat.

At this time, he had already penetrated the sea of ​​dark objects for countless thousands of kilometers. The space crack in the Tianhuo Industrial Base had disappeared from the beginning of the golden pupils to the small light spot until now, and even he could not see it.

There is no visible light here, and other rays are extremely sparse, and in his eyes it is like a candlelight that may be extinguished at any time.

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

There are a lot of those monsters, but they can only float in space, like kites, with a very slow speed and pose no threat to him. The threat still comes from the sea of ​​dark objects itself.

He could not sense the dark energy scattered in the space, but it was obvious that the dark energy was constantly immersing in his golden body, and his Zen mind was already moving.

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

It was a star in the process of extinguishing. I don’t know if the internal light and heat high-pressure environment has changed and shines with dazzling light.

Similar scenes often appear in the sea of ​​dark objects, and it may take many years before the light will be truly congested.

With the light of the star in the distance, the happy monk used his heavenly eye to see the target he wanted to find. The monk's sleeve slightly brushed, and stepped on the great nirvana and flew over quickly.

Dozens of mother nests were quietly suspended in the dark universe, as if they were to merge with the universe itself, and were illuminated by the light of the star before they appeared from the universe, revealing the black and densely covered surface, which looked a little disgusting.

Sensing the arrival of life, the black mother nests immediately woke up, and countless tentacles emerged from the pockmarks on the surface, like closed pores suddenly appearing hairs, and like maggots emerge from the surface of rotten food, which is even more disgusting.

The light illuminated all this and came into the eyes of the happy monk. He happily exclaimed: "So beautiful."

There is no medium or listener in the universe. He is not a person like Chen Yunming. At this time, he naturally will not use the method of vibrating the space to spread the sound, so he admires silently, but his expression is not fake, and it comes from the heart.

The concept of beauty and ugliness is a full manifestation of utilitarianism in human beings.

As one of the most amazing and powerful existences in human history, Happy Monk has already transcended many boundaries of human beings, and naturally looks more transcendent in things - his aesthetic is still human, but more extreme.

Except for the god in ancient times, no one should have seen such a picture. At least he has not seen it in any information. He feels that he should keep these pictures and information. Even if he fails to find Xue Ji and cannot leave this sea, future generations can at least know more.

He let the great nirvana still, and he took out the pen and paper from somewhere to draw the endless darkness in front of him, the dying fire of stars in the distance, and the nearby mother nests that looked like frozen pears.

The pen was the pen he used when he was in a vegetarian vegetarian. The paper was made of peach tree bark in front of Shuiyue Temple. Using such a pen, the words and paintings written on such paper can be preserved for a long time even in the worst environment.

The tip of the pen was constantly smearing on the paper. He left all the scenery in front of him in the painting, and then attached various detailed data obtained by seeing and mental calculation.

Finally, he put the paper into the great nirvana, then flew to the mother nests, stretched out his finger and hooked it, and said, "Come on."

After saying this, he turned around and left without hesitation.
Chapter completed!