"How dare you threaten me!"
After being held captive, Xiao Zhengtai had no ability to resist as Mo Xiaoyao thought. Although he was twisting and struggling all the time, Jiang Yan's hands were like iron clamps, and it was impossible for him to escape if he was caught.
"That's right." Mo Xiaoyao patted the president's tender face with a smile, and squeezed it along the way, "I can do anything if I'm in a hurry—for example, to beat you up, How about throwing it naked in the hall downstairs?"
"you dare!!"
This threat seemed to be more effective than stuffing a sock in his mouth. The chairman suddenly remembered that everyone had no body in the past, at least there would be no such possibility of embarrassment.
He looks like a child right now, but his actual age is much older than the human beings in front of him. After solidifying his form, he has already absorbed the culture and knowledge of these earthlings, so he naturally knows that it will make him lose face.
"Don't I dare?" Mo Xiaoyao pretended to reach out to pull the president's pants, although he was smiling, but in the eyes of the person involved, he was no different from a devil.
"Stop!" When Mo Xiaoyao's fingertips touched the elastic band on his trousers, the chairman finally compromised, "Give me back the socks, and I'll help you!"
"That's right."
Mo Xiaoyao withdrew his hand, took out a sock from his bag and dangled it in front of the other party, but didn't give it to him directly. The reason is very simple. If there is no reminder of the completion of the side mission, the other party may go back on his word at any time, and it is quite annoying.
[Sub-quest 4: Recognized by the President of the Craftsman Association
If you want to be recognized by the president of the powerful Craftsman Association, you must show 120,000 points of sincerity and your greatest ability.
Progress: 95/100]
"Give it to me!" The president stopped struggling, and stretched forward the right hand released by Jiang Yan, begging Mo Xiaoyao for his socks, "Give me the socks, or put them on, I will help you."
Mo Xiaoyao shook his head: "Although I don't know who secretly took off your socks and sold them on consignment in special commodity stores, I think he must have a reason for doing so, otherwise he wouldn't risk being smoked to death It's possible to do this—won't it, this sock has all your energy in it?"
Jiang Yan felt that Xiaozheng in his hand was too stiff for a moment, and responded with silence in disguise. Due to the rules, Jiang Yan didn't look up to look at Mo Xiaoyao, but I believe that she must have noticed it because she is as careful as a hair.
It seems that this wave has stabilized, Jiang Yan thought, relax and watch the follow-up anti-war in a very comfortable mood.
Sure enough, Mo Xiaoyao summoned his card collection book in front of President Zhengtai, and then exchanged it for a burning torch in the circus at the price of a free crystal. Then, she put the torch next to the sock, and let the black smoke lift the sock without actually lighting it.
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, just burn it. Anyway, this thing is basically something that poisons people's noses. It doesn't make sense to keep it. Many people must be willing to see this scene, right?"
"Including the person you want to deal with, he will also be willing." Xiaozheng said in a low and deep voice, as if he was a different person, no longer jumping out of irritability, and there was a tired vicissitudes in his eyes that did not match his age.
"Give it back to me, I will help you."
After the words fell, Mo Xiaoyao heard the system voice coming from his mind, confirming that the chairman was telling the truth this time.
[Complete side task 4: Get approval from the president of the Craftsman Association]
Jiang Yan and the others had obviously received the notification that the task was completed, so he let go of his hand, allowing the chairman to jump off the ground, then went back to his sofa, picked up the remote control and opened the isolation board, turning everyone on the ground. let it out.
Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyao kept his promise, and returned the sock in his hand, together with the other one in his bag, to the other party.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the president who had put on two socks suddenly began to change, growing taller, stronger, and finally fixed on a middle-aged man with a height of half a person and a beard.
If Xiao Zhengtai is really his childhood version in this form, it can be seen that time is really a butcher's knife.
The chairman who had returned to his original appearance seemed to have changed his personality. He first pressed the remote control a few times, and then lowered a few chairs from the ceiling, and they all stayed in the position where people can jump up and sit. Didn't touch the props and parts on his floor at all.
"Sit down, I already understand what you want to do." The chairman sat cross-legged on the sofa that grew in size with his body, and the socks didn't stand up, so they didn't emit a terrible smell, "Master The closure of the city tower is about the same time as the projection of your planet, but the flow rate of time is different. You think it has not been long, but in our world, it has been thousands of years."
No one interrupted the president's words, and everyone listened quietly in their positions. This was the first time they heard the matter from the perspective of a bystander, and it happened to confirm what they knew.
"Earth is seriously disturbed by projections, and you are all pulled into our world. The confusion of time flow has led to many separate timetables, which are what you call different boarding times. During this period, the earth that does not adapt to the rules People are all dead, and those who survived, such as you, have all obtained the evolution that may only happen tens of thousands of years later."
Pausing for a moment, it seemed to give the human beings in front of them some time to think, and it seemed to give themselves a little time to organize their language. In short, after about 5 minutes, the president would grow up and speak again.
"Your resentment and resentment mean nothing to us. To put it bluntly, we don't even feel guilty—ah, this is a new feeling that I only know after solidifying the body, but no one will take toys seriously. ,Yes or no?"
"We didn't expect you to feel guilty." Meng Danyang said suddenly, and this was the first time he took the initiative to speak as a spokesperson in the new group, "This is a world where the weak prey on the strong, just as we would not destroy an ant nest or an ant nest. The hive feels sad, and naturally you can't expect you to show mercy to us, the lower races—so stop saying these useless words, and tell us directly, what happened in your world?"
The chairman stroked his beard, then pinched his feet in socks, nodded and said: "Our world has been governed by five masters since the beginning of consciousness. To use the name you understand, it is The Black Queen, the Red Queen, the White Queen, the Lord of Hell, and that one."
"I don't know exactly how many years have passed. Anyway, for us who only have projections, time doesn't matter at all. The foundation of our survival is to rely on information obtained from intelligent creatures from other planets. We project into their dreams and absorb information. strength."
"This is a very peaceful way. They won't notice it, and there won't be any damage. Even if they wake up and feel weird, they will think it's just a dream. On a few planets, the wisdom there Creatures can sense our presence, so our master will negotiate with them, and the two sides exchange various information in a friendly manner."
"It was supposed to continue like this, but two thousand years ago, that is, about 1,500 years after we bid farewell to the last planet, one of the rulers, the Lord of Hell, suddenly discovered that our race showed signs of decline. After research, it was confirmed that this was related to the fact that we have not projected to a new planet for a long time, so the five masters started a new exploration, and finally locked your planet after several transitions."
"In the beginning, we projected onto your planet according to the previous practice. But because of the decline of the race, the income from absorbing energy is only one-tenth of the heyday. If this continues, when we leave your planet, we will not be able to replenish much. energy, and the solar system you live in is so barren, the next energy replenishment feast is still unknown how long it will take."
"So there was a disagreement among the five masters for the first time. The Lord of Hell and the White Queen believed that we should abide by our ancient customs. If we die because of this, it proves that we are not accepted by this universe. The one and the Red Queen believed that The race must continue, even if it causes the destruction of other worlds. But the Black Queen has adopted a neutral stance, vacillating between two kinds of persuasion."
"Until that one got tired of it, he firmly believed that his choice was correct, so he used the highest authority held by his 'Planet Navigator' to launch a coup d'état as you know, and put the opposing opinions in hell The projection consciousness of the Lord is locked in the main city tower."
"Not only that, in order to ensure that there will be no obstacles in the future, he not only imprisoned the opposing White Queen and the neutral Black Queen, but even the Red Queen who has always supported him. That's it, now our The ethnic group is dominated by him. And in order to appease people, only very few people know about this coup, and he has always appeared in the form of the Lord of Hell—anyway, few people can really distinguish them.”
Speaking of this, the chairman sighed long, with a sad expression on his face: "I am one of the few insiders, and I supported that one at the time, but on the day the Red Queen was imprisoned in the tower, my The socks are gone."
He shook his head and didn't want to talk about it, so he cut to the point: "If you want to enter the main city tower, you must have a key. I can recast one for you, but the premise is that you must have the soul power from your earth. As materials. The more the quantity, the higher the number of layers you can open, and the greater the chance of releasing the Lord of Hell and the three queens."
Seeing that Mo Xiaoyao was about to speak, the chairman stopped her with a wave of his hand: "Don't ask me why I changed my mind, and don't ask me if I'm worried about the future development of our ethnic group. Then everything was preordained.”
Mo Xiaoyao blinked, and after he finished speaking, he took out 6 beads from his carry-on bag and showed him in his palm: "I didn't want to ask you that. Can you still take care of you? What I want to say is, do you know these things?"
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Introduction: Unidentified
How to use: unknown
Function: unknown
Note: Maybe someone in the Craftsman's Guild knows what this thing is.
The chairman was stunned for a moment, with an extremely complicated expression on his face. After a while, he nodded and breathed a sigh of relief again: "It seems that this is really destined."