Protoss... In fact, sometimes I really don't know how to describe this group of gods from the star field world. They are so ridiculous and difficult to locate. Sometimes I think these guys are probably the most admirable group of gods I have come into contact with, including myths and legends. They are responsible, powerful and love the world, but more often I think they are from top to bottom They're all a bunch of bastards.
Ever since I got acquainted with the Protoss Tiaozi Five, I haven't seen them do a few things that are consistent with my god status. Instead, I see these guys running around on my site all day long, making troubles everywhere. Bingtis and Monina will go out to buy a bunch of things every now and then. Shopping is a woman's nature, and it seems that the goddess also has this nature. The beautiful clothes they bought back are enough to make half a group of people charming and enchanting; Ken Sir is a good old man, but he is still a hopeless housewife. I guess this has something to do with him taking care of a group of problem children since tens of thousands of years ago. Uncle Kenther has developed a habit of going to the supermarket every day and talking to the old man. His wife grabs discounted eggs, and he can walk around the vegetable market for two hours. Now he has gained the reputation of being an undefeated man with a huge advantage in the Dongjie vegetable market. Middle-aged women within a few kilometers regard him as an idol, and ask him about the nearest Vegetable prices, what makes me even more dizzy is that once in a while, Uncle Kenser takes the family out with a few children, and when they come back, the gang of brats can be armed to the back molars! Because Kenser's attitude towards the brat has always been to buy whatever he wants, and if things go on like this, if he gets used to it, I guess my own brat will be even more serious; Lin is the most honest one in the group of five, but to be honest, The sum of several people may not be as big as the trouble she caused us. As long as she goes out, my family and I will follow secretly, and go up to make amends and apologize for her at any time: this girl is really too strong, and her brain is too weak. It doesn’t work, and it’s basically a careless product. It breaks wherever it goes. There is a small supermarket at the corner of our street. Lin went shopping and pulled the door down because she didn’t see it. It said "the door opens inwards". At that time, we paid 800 yuan to them. As a result, Lin, an honest guy, came to the door to apologize after two days, and then tore down the door—this time it was written "the door opened outwards ", so we paid another 800, and within three days, we paid another 1,300, because Lin came to the door again to make an apology, and this time they changed the sliding door...
Later, the Dragon God girl was banned by the whole family, forbidding her to go shopping alone...
Ilson is the weirdest one among the five. I am not sure whether he is sincerely making trouble for others or purely guilty: he went to the entrance of the Louvre to pretend to be a work of art in the past two days, and painted himself in white. It took half a day to stop there, and no one has seen through it so far...
He just can hurt to such an extent.
Due to her elder brother's more and more crimes, Monina has been sharpening her two shadow bayonets in the yard every night for the past two days. I think Irson may be unlucky, but I can't bear to watch Seeing the scene of brother and sister killing each other, so I kept pretending not to see it...
Cyndia has lived here for three or four days. It seems that the little girl is used to the life here, and she seems very happy every day, and she has successfully become one with Little Bubble and Little Lantern. The future princess alliance is now beginning to take shape prototype. She runs around with a group of little doll heads at home all day long. I'm not worried about the child's safety, but I'm a little surprised: I didn't expect that after moving from the magnificent father's temple to the small bedroom of 20 square meters, Cyndia would be a little bit You know Miss Lin said back then: If she wakes up and sees that the ceiling is less than four meters away from her, but she wants to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and cry silently, feeling like she has been exiled by the whole world—then From this, it can be seen that the eldest lady is indeed hypocritical, and the princesses of the god clan are more skinny than her.
Now Cyndia is going out with her sister Bingtis again. It is said that she still goes to watch the huskies fight with Beibei on the street. A majestic princess of the Protoss, her daily life is to eat, sleep and watch dogs fight, and she is still a senior leader of the Protoss. Watching dog fights with the company of cadres, I really don't know what expressions those people from the God Realm would make if they knew about it, and they probably wouldn't have any expressions... Was it a huge mistake for Xingchen to entrust his daughter here? I think I must be more reliable in raising children, but my growing environment is really not optimistic. If the young Washington grows up with my group of brats, then he may not only chop down cherry trees with an ax...
Speaking of Bingtis and Cyndia, I have to lament the protoss's wonderfulness in terms of time and lifespan. In addition to strength, the endless lifespan brings them more pains—Sister Bing and Cyndia are about the same age , the two of them were childhood playmates, and now Bingtis has become a big-breasted female hooligan who can lead a group of younger brothers to smash all over the world, but Cyndia is just able to sit at the dinner table because the latter does not want to grow up... Protoss The freewheeling attitude in life is really unbearable to look directly at.
I stretched my waist and looked at the sky outside the window. As summer approached, the days became longer and longer. I still remembered that it was almost dark at this hour a month ago, but now it was still sunny outside. A fox-eared girl with a lot of tails was lying on the lawn outside, forming a fantasy picture scroll with the slightly slanting sunlight on the horizon. The warm breeze blew, and the fox girl's ears trembled twice, and then I saw her jumping up with incomparable agility, jumping up... to catch butterflies.
The nine-tailed demon fox, who has almost turned into a husky, held his booty in satisfaction, and then used black magic to create a transparent ball, put the butterfly in it, and made something like an ecological ball. She started tossing the eco-ball up and down with her tail, amused herself. I watched through the window for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: Qianqian's plan to train the fox to catch the frisbee can be re-started, and the visual success rate is almost 100% now...
"What a carefree guy, I'm a little envious."
I sighed silently, and returned my attention to the work in front of me.
In front of him are reports from various departments, including the progress of the research and development of the experimental project, reports of several battles in the border area, and reports on the daily situation in the macro world. When these things were sent up from various basic departments, they were a large amount of scattered information. After being processed by senior departments such as the Space-Time Administration, the Command, and the Research Center, what was sent to me was already very streamlined, and most of them were urgent. Insufficient reports will be handed over to the lower-level departments for their own handling, and those sent to me are usually things that I have to ask myself. But even so, the messy things in front of me still make people dizzy—every time at this time, I can't help but start to imagine the happy life of looking for flowers and asking willows, traveling in mountains and rivers, when will you be able to get along with me? Like the emperors and generals in TV novels, how about living a life where you don't have to think about anything but dating
"Brother Monarch, that... did you listen to me?"
A soft and calm voice suddenly came from beside me, pulling my thoughts back from another dimension. I hurriedly turned around and saw Alaya staring at me with his head tilted, and the wings behind him fluttered slightly, which meant that she Been in this position for a long time.
"Oh, oh, I know, it's about the progress of the construction of the Celestial City." I nodded quickly. Although I was distracted for a while, fortunately it wasn't too serious. I still remember what I'm dealing with now. "So, All the basic industries needed for the mass production of Angels have been restored, and the kite... Aurelia has also successfully restored a set of military production facilities, which is good news... "
"This has already been reported, Brother Monarch, please don't get distracted," Alaya said with a dumbfounded expression—by the way, even if she wanted to complain, her dumbfounded expression made people nervous Get up, "I'm talking about the reorganization of the legion. Now some spellcaster soldiers have been incorporated into the first and sixth legions. Shouldn't it be time to put the compilation work of the other legions on the agenda? In addition, the spellcaster The required equipment problem has just been solved, but the various advanced facilities and equipment may not be in place for a while. The currently manufactured arcane starship will definitely not be able to cope with the frontal battlefield. It may take a long time to wait for these things to take shape... We The battles with the enemy are becoming more and more frequent now. According to the original plan, we have to wait until the military system of the mysterious department is basically formed before we can expose them. Now it seems... "
I understood what was going on when I heard this, waved my hand and said: "Simply speaking, the repair work of the upper-level production facilities encountered a bottleneck and failed to keep up with the expected progress. The actions of the fallen apostles have increased and exceeded expectations. Continue Hiding the power of the mysterious department may not achieve the intended effect, and... I'm afraid it will soon be impossible to hide, right?"
Alaya raised her wings slightly: this was probably her shoulder shrug: "Yes, brother monarch."
"Well, originally this is something that can't be hidden forever," I nodded, "But don't worry about this, tell Alleria and let her continue her work, I will take care of other things. Talk to Sandora... "
As soon as I was halfway through my words, I heard a noisy sound coming from the yard. I turned my head and saw that it was the princess of the Shenzu who went out to watch the dog fight and the senior cadre of the Shenzu came back. The movement of the army and horses came. Cyndia was holding a large bag of colorful snacks in her hands, and Bingtis was carrying a brand new small bag. Seeing this scene, I knew that the two of them going out for a trip were not just as simple as watching dogs fight... They don't feel bad at all if they dare to spend other people's money.
"Yo! Chen, the concubine is back!" Bingtis disappeared from the yard in an instant, and then appeared directly in front of me. She took out two fried cakes from her bag and handed them over while yelling carelessly, " Here it is, I bought it on the way back, you seem to like this, don’t you?”
I stared dumbfounded at Bingtis taking out the fried cakes from the bag, and exclaimed loudly: "Did you use LV's bag to hold fried cakes?!"
"Look clearly, it's L√," Bingtis shook his hands indifferently, "I am a person who knows how to live."
I:"… "
"Yeah, you're at work?" The female hooligan finally noticed what I was doing, and immediately showed a very surprised look, "It's really far away from me... Well, don't bother me, my concubine." Go find Anveena for food..."
When he followed, Bingtis disappeared into the room in a flash, going his own way. But she left Cyndia behind. The little girl stood at the door holding a plastic bag of colorful snacks, blinking her curious eyes and looking at me, with half a piece of greasy spicy dried tofu in her mouth , I couldn't help frowning: "Cyndia, eating these snacks all the time is not good for your health."
"No," Cyndia said, tearing open another pack of shrimp crackers, "I'm a god, and gods can't be poisoned."
As soon as she finished speaking, a small white figure suddenly flashed past. By the time she realized it, the snack bag in her hand was already more than half empty, leaving only a faint cheer in the air: "Goo—"
Cyndia: "... what? What happened just now?"
"Snack Thief Little Bubble," I rubbed my forehead, feeling that my working hours might be over, "You have to be careful of that girl who is elusive, she can get anything she likes. It's too late to chase her now, Maybe she hasn't torn the wrapper yet."
Cyndia exclaimed, turned her head and rushed out, I sighed deeply, and Alaya and I were relatively speechless, but a moment later, the door was pushed open again with a bang, and Cyndia ran away in a hurry carrying Little Bubbles When he came back, the latter had a package of unopened potato chips in his mouth, chewing with relish. Cyndia told me loudly: "Uncle! She ate it with the packaging!"
"Goo!" Little Bubble was carried on Cyndia's shoulders, and she didn't feel anything strange at all. She raised the half-bitten potato chips in her hand and waved her hand happily. "Dad! Hugs!"
"I knew I couldn't let Sandora take care of the child!"
I frantically hugged Little Bubbles, trying to get the plastic bag out of her mouth, while Cyndia watched beside her, thinking: "Uncle's house...is really lively..."
Has this become the mantra of the protoss princesses in this place? !
The two bear children have completely ruined my working time. I looked at the information at hand and found that I had already dealt with it, and most of the rest needed to be discussed with Sandora, so I let out a sigh of relief. Carrying Little Bubbles on his shoulders and walking out, he said to Cyndia, who was following her step by step, "By the way, Cyndia, I'll take you to the Celestial City tomorrow, okay..."
As soon as I was halfway through my words, I heard a loud "bang" from above, and felt a tremor on my shoulder at the same time, and then a large piece of cement fell down with half of the door beam, and I looked up blankly. After looking around, I found that the wooden beams on the door frame were gone, and there was a gap in the shape of a head in the concrete wall above. Little Bubble was holding a head of white ash. His eyes were wide open and he looked forward, as if he was taken aback. I haven't reacted yet, but soon the little girl knew what to do: she started to cry loudly.
Next, I was educated by the whole family group for more than ten minutes... Bubbles justly condemned my thoughtless behavior of carrying the child through the door. Pull to take a shower. Confused, I turned my head and looked at the little puppet who was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, reading comics with gusto: "I usually carry this girl around, why haven't I hit the door?"
The little puppet immediately jumped onto the armrest of the sofa, clasped the armrest with both legs, and leaned back in a fairly standard iron bridge posture: "I react quickly, and I dodge like this every time—you idiot, I hit you before. Did you forget once? After that time, you didn't care much, but I paid attention. "
At dusk, we sent away Miss Lin, who left on time after dinner, and led a group of young ones to rest on the lawn in the yard. Bingtis began to take the whole family's winged family to dry their wings... Oh, this It shouldn't be drying the wings at one o'clock, it should be drying the wings. A group of gods and angels were there, "one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four, change direction, do it again", and the two could not be added. The nine-tailed fox finally had enough of playing with her eco-ball, let go of the dizzy butterfly that was about to die of fright, and crept into the house, probably stealing food from the kitchen. I sat on the wicker chair, put a pot of warm tea in my hand like a retired veteran cadre, and spread the Shadow City News Weekly in front of me to read the report that the dwarves and Vidis halflings were preparing to join forces to form the Shadow City basketball team. Occasionally, I raised my eyelids to look at the doll heads next to me.
A group of little ones found something interesting again today. Lilina suggested that they start a competition to blow soap bubbles...God knows why they suddenly became interested in this matter. Anyway, they seem to be enjoying themselves, even Pandora, who had a blank face and didn't care about anything, was pulled over by her twin sister. I looked down at the armrest of the rattan chair. There was also a small participant here. Ding Dong was blowing bubbles in a similar way while holding her small cup, but her method was a bit special. She took a big gulp. , and then opened her mouth to spit out a small bubble, took another big sip, and spit another bubble... After "blowing" six or seven, she couldn't drink anymore, and began to roll on the armrest with her stomach in her arms, and finally slapped fell to the grass.
I picked up the little thing, held it upside down, and gave her an empty water.
The colorful soap bubbles reflect the orange-red rays of light, floating up to the sky, and the bubbles blown by the little crow are probably the most distinctive of all: each of her soap bubbles contains a little crow ... I don't know how that girl did it.
I suddenly felt a sense of apology, and these children (at least most of them) who were born in the flames of war and accompanied by war all their lives, can finally have a moment of peace and enjoy the few years of a year with their families For them, the time of playing together, when their family members come back from the battlefield and stay with them, even blowing soap bubbles for half an hour is probably a luxury memory. I no longer dare to count how many days a year I spend on the front line and in a different world where problems occur. I only know that my "going home from work" is now treated as if it were a holiday by Little Bubbles and the little dolls Days, the time that ordinary people enjoy every day, but these children want to enjoy it as an anniversary...
However, this kind of life has to continue, just like a person must pay the price for everything he enjoys—I lowered my head and looked at the short message from the other side of the void.
"The race you mentioned - Sheila was not found." RS