The light blue light is getting thicker, and the gravitational field generator is activated.

A buzzing sound was whistling.

The living area is completely isolated from the outside world.

Many people subconsciously looked up and looked outside, and could no longer see the huge light curtain on the square, but could only see nothingness.

Ms. Eve, who was preparing for the distribution of the house, looked down at the picture popping up on the bracelet, her face was a little pale and her expression rarely showed weakness.

She didn't know if she and these people had a day left here.

Next, humans here and on this planet can only wait for death or the arrival of miracles.

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Seventy kilometers north of Wushan City, the mountain has collapsed halfway.

Some lives hidden deep in the mountain were soon stained by invisible dark energy and turned into monsters and rushed towards the collapsed rocks.

The golden light flashed slightly, and the monsters turned into blue smoke and disappeared into nothingness.

The happy monk slowly sat up in the rocks.

The monk's robes were broken, and he was too lazy to get one from the great Nirvana.

The surface of the seemingly thin body has more than a dozen wounds, and the wounds are not deep, and the golden light can be seen vaguely.

It was not that the paint of the Golden Buddha had peeled off, but that the clothes of the flesh-body Buddha had disappeared, revealing the real golden body.

He is one of the strongest ascenators in the history of Chaotian Continent. The one who can cause him to be so seriously injured is naturally the highest-level mother nest - the Dark One.

Six black suns were floating around the planet, and the remaining three surrounded him.

The dark person who first floated out of the crack in the space broke a lot of tentacles.

The second place, the protrusion like a small flesh wing under the abdomen of the dark person was also broken.

The collapsed mountains are like factory ruins in the distance, shrouded in a powerful aura of coldness and silence, and full of violent killing.

If we follow the Chaotian Continent, this world is already surging with magic flames.

The happy monk looked back at the Wushan City, which had been flooded by the dark tide. Looking at the residential building that was vaguely visible, he thought, "Your Majesty should take action?"

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Time is up.

It was not because of the induction in the universe, how many stars lined up in shapes between light years. But because when the piano music that Jing Jiu played casually was over, he couldn't think of a better song, and suddenly he didn't want to play it again.

His right hand left the black and white keys, and his left hand also left the windowsill.

The sword strings in the sky next to Building 720 retracted his body.

The remaining fires hanging on the sword strings, like countless small flags, fell one after another, and looked very beautiful.

The loose blue sportswear became fit, and the childish eyebrows and eyes were slightly calmer, or a little dull, and he turned back to that boy.

Then, he glanced at Xue Ji.

Xue Ji didn't look at him, nor did she look at somewhere in the void like she did the previous few days, nor did she look at somewhere in the north like she did last night.

She suddenly stretched out her cute little round hand and pointed to the bedroom.

The bedroom was tidied up yesterday, but was flipped up today, with Huaxi clothes and some other things.

Huaxi suddenly became smarter, threw the slices of bread that were almost broken in his hand back to the table, wiped his hands on the clothes, ran back to the bedroom, flipping through the messy luggage bag for a long time, and found a piece of red cloth.

This red cloth was bought by them at the middle-aged and elderly clothing counter on the second floor of Wushan City Shopping Mall.

There was a light bang.

Xue Ji stomped a frozen pear on the windowsill and jumped back to the sofa.

The frozen pear suddenly became scattered, and the juice with a little sour smell burst out everywhere, and then it was instantly frozen into ice.

Jing Jiu looked at the frozen juice and felt that he had seen something similar.

He forgot a lot of things.

There is a blue swimming pool in the Modern Art Museum under the ice cap of the main star, and the oil representing dark energy keeps falling into it.

The sense of familiarity comes from this.

For some reason, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, the pipe dripping in the kitchen quieted down, the sea of ​​flowers next door had turned into an ice sculpture, the entire residential building became extremely cold, and the chill had even spread farther away.

Huaxi sleeps in the ice every night - although she doesn't know - she has a strong tolerance for the severe cold. She rubs her little hands that are frozen red, puts the thickest self-heated imitation velvet coat on her body, takes the red cloth to the sofa, and spreads her hands and holds Xue Ji in her arms.

Jing Jiu picked up his luggage and walked out. Before leaving the door, he looked at the kitchen to see if the fire was related.

A cat moan suddenly came from the dark corner of the room. It turned out that the pregnant little cat was hiding here.

Jing Jiu looked at the little cat's slightly bulging abdomen, thinking about the pregnant woman whom Teacher Eve took to the base, hesitated for a while, walked to the corner, reached out to pick it up and took it away.

The little cat whined, stretched out its sharp claws, and scratched two on the back of his hand like lightning.

Of course, Jing Jiu would not be injured, but if the cat stayed at home like this, I would be afraid that he would be frozen to death later.

He thought about it, learned Xue Ji's previous method, patted his left shoulder with his right hand, and released a sword fire.

The sword fire hangs in the sky in the living room, and the warmth emitted by it has reduced the chill a lot.

After doing these things, he picked up his luggage bag again, held Huaxi with his other hand, and walked out of the house.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

With another creak, the iron door of a unit was pushed open.

After a while, the little cat carefully walked out of the dark corner of the kitchen. After confirming that there was no danger, he walked into the living room, jumped onto the sofa, and lay down from the place where Xue Ji often leaned against. Looking at the ball of sword fire in the air, feeling the warmth, and closing his eyes comfortably.

In addition to the door, the creaking sound can be made, and even when the soles of the shoes are worn on the snow.
Chapter completed!