(It's only the third day today, so let's continue to ask for a monthly ticket...) She said she was looking for something to do for the fox, but I really can't think of anything this guy can help—she declared confidently that she is The goodwill ambassador between Monster Town and the Empire, I believe that, from the mascot point of view, she is really good as an ambassador, but in addition, she can do something valuable to her life... Yaosheng what? She has been reduced to the point where she ran Avalon to fight with dogs and lost it! Of course, that dog’s name is Cerberus is also the reason—Ding Dong didn’t know which earth book he saw this name from, and the little thing thought it was very prestigious, so he built a genuine one in his magical creature laboratory. Mythical creatures used to guard their temples.
I have seen that dog before, and I know that it is higher than the front of the Harmony when it is lying down, and it is four times the size of my fox fairy when shrunk into a ball. Ding Dong designed three heads for it, and its function is different from that in the earth myth. It's the same, but the power is also considerable: the first head can produce two breaths of absolute zero and absolute high temperature, the second head can devour space or create any kind of extraordinary substance that Jingdong has set for it, and the third head can use Singing conquest in Sichuan dialect—I really don’t know which nerve of the fox girl is not well developed, and she actually fights with such a monster.
No matter how bad Ding Dong is, she is still a god. No matter how bad her grades in biology are, she also graduated with high marks in biological structure. Although she often creates some weird species, the things she creates that can be used to guard the temple must not be taken lightly.
Last time she planted her garden full of morning glory that can sing "Uneasy", more than half of the temple guards fell in three days, you know... I'm pulling this shit.
I stroked the fox's messy tail.
Help her tidy up her messy appearance: she actually enjoys it.
It could be seen that the divine creature that fought with her was actually quite merciful... merciless.
Cerberus is a temple guard who is as smart as a human being. He knew that the fox was not an enemy invading the temple, so he didn't do anything cruel... Mouth, the fox looks embarrassed, but basically it's just a little messy fur, dirty clothes, and self-esteem. A little hurt, I guess if the fox goes to send two meaty bones as gifts.
The two canine creatures are still good friends.
I took out the small brush I usually use to massage Alaya’s wings, hugged the fox’s big tail on my lap, and tried to imagine them as grass carp waiting to be scaled: it’s easier to do it this way, and I smoothed out the fluff while giving her advice : "You said why you can't think about provoking the guards of the temple? How good is the relationship between the temple and the monster town?"
The relationship between the two units is really good: the guards of the temple, from the heroic warriors to the gods, the biggest leisure after get off work is to go to the monster town to find two taverns for half the night, and the monsters spend two days in the holy water near the water tower. A bottle of Mao Wu.
Buy three bottles and get one free. Except for the ascetic monks who have strict rules and regulations, the lives of the two groups of people are as corrupt as old secret agents of the Communist Party—so the fox must not be in conflict with the temple guards.
"The big dog ate my supper," said the fox lazily, comfortably swapping the tails in my hands for the most comprehensive care, "I took them home for my friends to eat." .
As a result, when I passed by the temple, I didn't pay attention, and was eaten by a big dog. "
My hand holding the brush froze, and my expression froze: I never thought that the fight between a thousand-year-old fox and a creature created by God would be caused by a basket of lunch, regardless of who they were.
I only have six characters—look at how promising you are! The fox has now evolved (or degenerated) to the point where she has no sense of the surrounding atmosphere, and she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with herself at all.
Stretching on the sofa, the demon fox girl is as comfortable as a little rich woman in the old society with a pipe in her mouth.
She put two tails on my legs waiting to be combed, and three tails rolled steamed bun fried cakes and a can of eight-treasure porridge to her mouth, and the other three tails played poker with Xiaoxue, played backgammon with Lilina, and scratched herself. Itchy, the last tail also swept away the remote control that was originally in my hand, and now she is switching channels, looking for the animal world on TV.
At this time, I was finally stunned: With this pile of tails, she was already as lively as Nezha, so what if she evolved into a ten-tailed demon fox in the future? After being pampered at home for so long, this girl has finally developed a bunch of painful stunts. She doesn't know how to do mass projection, otherwise this skill is at least three generations of direct blood relatives with Tavel... Xiaoxue relied on the ability of the prophet What's more important is that Fox doesn't know how to play poker's advantage at all. In three rounds, she killed the opponent who was single-minded and nine-purpose. She finally threw the poker on the coffee table in boredom, and looked at the fox girl earnestly: " Sister, you can’t do this—how can you make a living by my father’s side, how can you fight with the watchdog of the temple—and even lose?” The unreliable Xiaoxue took the initiative to persuade the fox. It seems that she usually has too much prejudice against this child. Who said that Xiaoxue has nothing to do... "So I will go with you tomorrow, sister fox, I will take your place." Revenge!" Xiaoxue promised with her chest, and Lord Hu Immortal immediately flicked his tail happily, and was so overjoyed that two tails were even wrapped around my neck and dangling vigorously, I glared at Xiaoxue angrily: The brat pretended he didn't see it, and bullied Lin and Uncle Kenser with his poker in his hands.
I could only look angrily at the demon fox girl—she really didn’t see it, because this guy finally found a channel that was showing Animal World. Although it was playing a video from a few years ago, the fox watched his own kind on TV. Running up and down with great interest, Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang told us the story of foxes in Northeast Asia in a magnetic voice: "Spring is here, and the red foxes are ready to start a family. They approach each other and use their tails to Wrap around your partner's body to express relaxation and intimacy..." I found that the pile of fox tails that almost entangled my whole body suddenly retracted like an electric shock, and then the fox fairy was caught by his parents just like he was watching porn Baoxiang changed the channel solemnly like a junior high school kid, and I think the next program is not suitable for her more than porn: a wrinkled professional fox farmer in Northeast China is introducing to the TV reporter: "This fox is full of treasures. .
If the fox fur of ordinary color catches up with the market demand, it will be relatively high..." I held Master Fox Fairy's head: "Calm down! You have become a fairy! "Master Hu Immortal was not as manic as I imagined, her ears drooped feebly.
Surrounded by a sense of decadence in the 1920s and 1930s, he slowly slipped off the sofa and went to discuss with Xiaoxue about revenge against Cerberus tomorrow.
I gasped in the back, deeply feeling that it was a miracle that I was able to take good care of all these strange creatures in my house.
The complexity of family members has always caused me to encounter some troubles that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. Today’s professional fox raising is still a trivial matter. Similar things include the introduction of Mexico’s Doll Island on TV, low-cost bad movies about exorcism and ghost hunting, and warriors slaying dragons. The corny fantasy of the movie, and the goddamn American Heroes vs. Aliens—except for Qianqian now.
Our family has stopped watching sci-fi and fantasy movies at all.
When the little crow became a god, Sandora and I almost ordered to garrison troops next to KFC all over the world. The main reason why this plan was not implemented was that McDonald’s took up all the places, and the secondary reason was that the little crow didn’t know fried chicken wings and drumsticks: She can't recognize cooked poultry... I'm worried, I'm depressed, I feel the pressure of life, I'm pulling my hair down strand by strand, the little puppet sees this scene and comes to help again: she climbs onto my shoulder , and started pulling my dad's hair strand by strand... Finally I gave up completely.
No longer thinking about the plan to find something for Mr. Hu Immortal: In fact, as early as ten minutes ago, my thoughts went off topic, did anyone find out? So life is going on in such a busy and messy rhythm-Sandora and I are busy, and the gang at home are in a mess.
Handling tons of official business every day, and taking time out to prevent those gods and monsters who are combative and careless from going out to destroy the world... In fact, it is quite fulfilling.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the urgent affairs that needed to be dealt with after the Great War finally settled down. The two large world gates of the Hessian tribe also began to operate. They are relocating their entire family: this is a super-large-scale move action.
Because they still have a lot of planetary fortresses to move there together, the tree elf ambassador who served as their guide was dumbfounded. The ambassador had never seen such a crazy race with "spaceship building obsession" in his life.
The reversal of the fallen apostles has also been completed. Thanks to the efficiency of the "Network Mounting Method", hundreds of thousands of fallen apostles only need a few days to recover their nature.
Now Sandora is organizing these soldiers into Viska's General Guard and Abyss Independent Regiment according to my previous plan.
Tavel is happily dismantling the cores of those King's Landers.
This is not listed for the time being, as well as the ancestor's resurrection plan and Xiling's network snooping plan. In short, the projects that the mad scientist is executing at the same time are proceeding in an orderly manner.
Only the backtracking of the coordinates of the home world still has no progress. The engineering troops have almost turned the universe that once briefly intersected with the home world upside down, but the coordinate remnants on the world barrier seem to have been wiped out by the void, and they have found nothing. For the time being Sandora has no plans to let the engineering troops return, but I think the hope of finding the home world with this clue is really slim.
One last thing to watch: Harlan's recovery.
Harlan lay in the repair facility for nearly a week. The physical repair was actually completed the day before yesterday, and the rest of the time he was busy rebuilding his soul: fighting the spirit reapers, the most terrible damage is the soul. , this part of the damage is much more difficult to repair than **, and fortunately Harlan himself is strong, he is in a state of damaged soul, and he is just like a normal person. Only half of the soul is left.
Now the old emperor has finally recovered and been discharged from the hospital (isn’t that strange?), out of the etiquette of the host and the guilt of being beaten for nothing at that time, I had to go to greet him in person, so I arrived at Shadow City early in the morning.
Harlan put on the regular uniform of the emperor, and he looked more energetic than a few days ago. He was already tall and his face was typical of calm and prestige, and now he came out of the restoration facility in full strength. , I even wondered if he was really lying there with his dead body a moment ago.
When Harlan came out, he was accompanied by several royal guards, but when he saw me appear, he immediately shook off the soldiers behind him, and strode forward with a smile on his face: this mighty uncle.
Even with a smile on his face, he looks like an old lion.
"It seems to be recovering well."
I tap Harlan on the chest and it feels like I'm hitting an iron plate—oh.
It really hit the iron plate, and he had a decorative coat of arms on the front of his suit.
Harlan subconsciously withdrew his body and shrugged with me: "Now I have a psychological shadow of punching you."
I laughed, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and he probably didn't pursue the beating for nothing, right... "This is the Shadow City?" We shunned all the accompanying soldiers, and Harlan followed me to the Shadow Fortress Looking at the spectacular scenery around him and the faint Gaia land in the sky, Harlan was a little amazed.
"It reminds me of that glorious era... Tsk tsk, it looks much more comfortable here than 'over there'."
"'Over there'?" I raised my eyebrows, "The hometown of the Fallen Apostles? I think so. You must not pay attention to greening and urban image construction. To be honest, I really can't imagine the city built by the Fallen Apostles. It seems that after being polluted by the abyss, the fallen apostles have lost interest in everything except wreaking havoc everywhere, right?" Harlan shook his head: "I can't say that completely... but... forget it.
That's basically it. "
I came to Harlan mainly to discuss with him about the construction of the Abyss Independence Regiment in the later period, and to let him help serve as the supreme commander of the Abyss Fleet. But senior commanders have seen little fresh blood.
It is impossible for Viska and her lunatic adjutant to share the duties in this area, so it is very important for Harlan to come back.
As long as possible, I hope that these former fallen apostles will serve as the commanders of the abyss troops. After all, only they themselves understand the strength and fighting style of this special group of "Abyss apostles".
Another important task is to figure out what happened inside the fallen apostle half a month ago.
And what happened to Harlan's series of abnormal military operations.
I wanted to find a good place to talk about things, and I planned to take Harlan directly to the headquarters.
But a mass-produced mainframe that passed in front of me changed my mind: this small mainframe was holding a piece of cake, and I immediately thought of a good place... "Go, take you to meet someone," I pointed The gate of the fortress, "She's right on the edge of the military zone, you must be startled."
Now that the shift time for the mass-produced mainframes has passed, Sylvia’s only business of the day is over. The small store in the corner of the military area is shrouded in a quiet and safe atmosphere as usual. I looked at me in confusion and brought him to such a "civilian facility" that was incompatible with the surrounding buildings and atmosphere, and finally couldn't help but say: "How can there be this in the military controlled area..." "To be honest with you, this matter I've complained about it several times," I said, pushing open the glass door of the shop, "her way of thinking has always been a mystery, probably she thinks that business will be better in the military zone."
"That's not what I meant..." Harlan tried to explain, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
Accompanied by a pleasant wind chime, the fragrance of pastries wafted towards us. When we came to the store, we saw Sylvia sitting behind the counter, concentrating on a small book in her hand. I leaned forward curiously, It turned out that what she was looking at was the kind of pastry processing manual with illustrations, which cost three to five yuan a piece, the favorite gadget of housewives, she read it so seriously that she didn't hear the sound of guests entering the door at all: of course it is also possible Yes, she has heard it, but she hasn't reacted yet.
"Sylvia," I tapped on the counter, "I'm here to see you."
After a long time, the silver-haired girl slowly raised her head, and after looking at me for a while, she smiled like a child: "Ah, Chen—you're here?" Pointing at the silver-haired woman in front of her in disbelief: "Be... Bella Vila?! Are you still alive? You were brought here too?" Sylvia froze for a while before she began to look at Harlan curiously, and then she Frowning slightly, she seemed to be checking the part of her memory shared with Bella Vila. After a long time, she clapped her hands happily and said slowly, "Oh—it's Harlan—hello, long time no see, Bella Vila is sleeping—" Harlan's puffed up, he looked at the former fallen emperor who was so dull that he could almost be sent to a nursing home, stretched out his hand and gestured for a long time but didn't know where to start, Sylvia at this time Finally, she realized that she should do business, so she took out a small box of snacks from the counter with a silly smile, and pushed it in front of Harlan: "Would you like to try it—I made it myself, new product—it’s a product of self-confidence. Zuo... the children like to eat it the most."
Harlan blinked, and suddenly sighed sadly, looking into my eyes: "I know your reverse transformation ability is quite special, and it needs a 'strike' to take effect, but—" Harlan raised his arm and pointed at the Sylvia with a simple smile on her face: "But don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" I didn't react for a moment, and I jumped on my feet to explain after a few seconds: "I really didn't hit her stupid!" I just He wanted to give Harlan a "surprise" by the way to see if anything interesting would happen at the historic meeting of the two fallen emperors, but he didn't expect this to have a big impact on Harlan: he thought Sylvia must be Just like him, he was purified by the prodigal son's back and punching in the face, and he felt that I was a bit harsher: Sylvia now looks like she has been beaten stupid... (To be continued.
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