As soon as I got home, I started to write to Father God—Of course, I know that there is a more convenient way of communication between God Realm and Shadow City, and I use Ding Dong’s temple (that is, God Realm’s embassy in the empire) as a relay, and dial the internal line 100100 After switching to the artificial station and receiving the voice prompt of channel A, dial the number 2 button to directly contact the Father God: if he happens to be at home. But if it's not an emergency, we actually prefer to write each other a note. This was the habit of Father God in the beginning. He often asked Bingtis to bring me one or two small slips of paper torn from Cyndia or Jiadi’s homework to convey greetings, and then I was given by him. Infected…
Anyway, I will leave in a few days, so I should write a letter.
Little Bubbles is doing homework on the coffee table next to her: she is also a student at the Imperial Military Academy now, although she is running around in different grades and classes, she still learns something, such as writing homework after school. Homework, and more than 20,000 "morning" characters carved on the outer wall of the pre-school teaching building—well, the little girl obviously misunderstood something when she was in class, but at least she remembered the "homework" item correctly. The scene of the baby girl laying on the coffee table and studying made Lao Huai feel relieved. This is probably the most fulfilling moment of being a father. Little Bubbles was holding the pen in a non-standard posture, and was muttering about writing and drawing. I couldn't help leaning over to see what she was writing, but when I saw it, I was almost moved to tears: Practice The first half of the page is full of little bastards, and the second half of the page is the design drawing of the firepower platform of the fortress.
This is very similar to my homework book when I was in elementary school, except that I drew the little bastard on the first half page and the big bastard on the second half page... From this point of view, Little Bubble is more diligent and studious than her father , The homework of the children of the imperial family is really high-powered.
Which bastard taught Little Bubbles how to draw bastards!
"Goo?" Little Bubble noticed that the light above was blocked, looked up and found that I was looking at her, immediately cheered up, and raised the homework book in front of me, "Dad! Look!"
"Oh," I stroked the little girl's head, "How about I tear up a piece of paper and send it to you, Uncle Xingchen?"
The little girl nodded happily, so I carefully tore off a piece of paper with Xiaobai on it from the front of the exercise book (make sure I didn’t tear off the little girl’s serious homework—although I doubt whether there is any teacher who can check her drawings ), put a pen on the back and write the title, and by the way, crumpled up the draft written on ordinary letter paper and threw it aside: I’d better get in touch with my big brother, writing a letter with my daughter’s homework paper seems to have a sense of accomplishment.
"My friend Xingchen: It's been a long time since I haven't seen you. I miss you so much. I hope everything will be fine these days. The void is far away... I can't drag it down, so the following is the text: I'm going to visit you in a few days, Bingtis uses it There was an accident in the magic arts, and I am now in a very embarrassing state. I don’t know much about the magic arts. I would like to ask you to help me. In addition, there are some things about the ancestors of Xiling and the world of their hometown. I hope the gods can help investigate. It is said that your huge database of data is used, and it is said that the huge database must be prepared in advance before it can be opened, so I wrote to inform you in advance...
"I also attach a painting of my little girl, Little Bubbles. Although the little girl has subtle cognitive problems in all aspects, so that she has learned to draw little bastards in homework books as a girl, but she draws very much like me back then. The demeanor, so attached, and fun with friends.
"PS: On the other side, those biscuits with legs and heads are."
In the end, I wrote the date of inscription, and looked at my cursive hand with satisfaction. Except for the name, the other parts were basically encrypted.
"Bingtis! Help me send a letter to God Realm—" I yelled habitually towards the second floor, and then I realized that the female hooligan was stuck with me now, and Sister Bing's depression sounded in my mind. The voice said: "Blindly shouting, my concubine is here!"
I am used to this, because Bingtis has always been in charge of running back and forth between the God Realm and the capital of the empire, delivering news, bringing some special products, or giving some personal gifts to the leaders of both parties—for example, every time she is The leek box that was stolen and eaten on the road was given to God the Father. When did that female hooligan become the messenger between the gods and the empire? After thinking about it, I realized that I have been running around with Bingtis for many things, not just the communication with the gods, And occasionally, when she was short-handed, she ran to rescue the scene. There were things I couldn't figure out, and I was preached more than once by this female hooligan who could scare people with experience. Everyone in the family was used to encountering life problems. Discuss with Bingtis: Although her solutions have always been very rough, her lectures that are not rude have always been very effective.
Although Bingtis always gave people the impression of being idle, but now she has really become a stuck "idle person", and I slowly remembered what she did on weekdays, just this careless guy She doesn't know how to show her actions, and everyone takes her running around for granted, at least I am like this.
Now, even to send a letter to the God Realm, I have to find someone else temporarily.
"What are you thinking?" Bingtis noticed that I was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting, "Let Lin deliver the letter! That girl is the fastest runner in the Dingdang team, you can't let her go—concubine If you can’t move your body, you can’t think of others, right?”
"Oh, it's not that you don't know that I'm slow-witted." I hurriedly nodded and shouted loudly, "Lin!"
From the yard came a vague response from the dragon girl, and then there was a loud noise from the gate, and Lin appeared in front of me like a golden whirlwind. In such a cold day, she is still dressed in the cool little dress, with a small waistcoat, leather skirt, and even strappy sandals on her feet. It seems that it is time to remind this dull dragon to pay attention to the weather changes. Whether she is cold or not Secondly, you said, what if someone calls the police saying that I bullied an underage girl with an intellectual disability? Lin's brain forgets to pretend every now and then...
The Dragon God girl is holding a big gardening shears in her right hand. It seems that she is helping Anwena to plant flowers just now, and she is holding the gate of our house with her left hand. It seems... It seems that the door of the house has to be replaced again.
"Send this to the God Realm," I handed over the "letter" in my hand. Seeing the door pulled down by the Dragon Goddess girl, I felt something was wrong, so I rummaged from the portable space for a while, and took the letter and the few words I sent to Xingchen. The small snacks are put in a small starstone box, the small box is placed in the combination box, the combination box is placed in the safe of the military aircraft, and there is a layer of powered armor on the outside of the safe of the military aircraft. The box that can resist the end of the world was pushed in front of the strange girl, "Well, sister Long, you must handle it with care, this father and god personally opened it..."
Lin was timid at first, but this time she was directly intimidated by the pile of safe deposit boxes and the words "Father's Father". She threw the garden shears and my gate aside, almost shivering. The box that was pushed past was put into her portable space, and when she looked up again, she had an expression of death on her face, I am afraid that this girl is going to deliver this letter with the mentality of bravely breaking into the gate of the abyss: look at her eyes, Back then when Qianqian smashed the dean's glass and I took the initiative to go to the Academic Affairs Office to take the blame, that was the look in my eyes.
"Uh, don't be nervous, I'm just afraid that your hands are too strong and you will damage the letter and pastries." I felt that it was necessary to let this timid and abnormal girl of the Dragon God relax, so I spoke from the portable space while talking. He took out a small bag of muffins baked by An Weina and stuffed them, "This is for you to eat on the way, go early and return early."
The Dragon God girl nodded happily, turned her head and opened the portal leading to the Great Temple of the World Tree, and left: A pack of snacks can be bought like this, and it is not a loss at all to be bullied.
Bingtis watched the whole process from the sidelines, and couldn't help shouting at this moment: "Damn! Could it be more unfair! Usually, my concubine runs so many times for you, and you haven't given dry food on the way, why is this thing so muddled? Xiaolong has some snacks to eat! You just want to pet a girl who is cute and soft-tempered, right?"
I laughed dryly in the spiritual connection: "Tell me about how little you eat on the road, I asked you to bring a bottle of soy sauce to Father God, you can steal half a bottle to taste the saltiness - you and Sandora are really worthy It was played together tens of millions of years ago."
Then Bingtis fell silent.
"Do you want to bring someone with you to the God Realm this time?" Seeing that I have finished my work, my lord sister handed me a peeled orange and asked softly, "How long will it take?"
"I'm alone... Just bring Bingtis, just treat it as a drop-in," I stuffed a piece of orange into Little Bubbles, and watched the little girl sip the juice like a little squirrel holding a pine cone , while casually said, "Probably stay there for three to five days, see what they can find from those ancient giant libraries, the age of the Xiling people... that is ancient enough for the Protoss, if I'm afraid it will take a while to find the information. By the way, I have to solve the problem of Bingtis... "
There are only these two things that need to be solved when going to the God Realm. Thinking about it this way, what I have to face is still an easy journey.
"By the way, just to remind you, take your concubine's body with you when you leave," Bingtis suddenly said in my mind, "Going out of control of the magic spell is not necessarily completely a problem with the soul, it's better to take the concubine's body with you." Get on the body."
I raised my head and looked across the long coffee table, where Bingtis' body was sitting there dignifiedly, with a blank expression on her face, her eyes slightly closed, her hands folded on her thighs, and her ankle-length silver hair was scattered behind her back. Open, like a silver waterfall, the winter sun sprinkled on her body, I don't know if the holy light in the goddess' body resonated with it, making her surrounded by a halo that seemed to be nothing. This is the silent version of Bingtis, beautiful as a china doll, but lifeless.
This body can still feel the gazes around me, and can respond to them a little bit, so she followed my gaze and raised her head slightly, looking at this side in a daze.
"How about it, isn't this concubine beautiful?" Bingtis's soul yelled in my mind, "Hey mom, so I look so beautiful from this perspective, I thought I really didn't have any femininity at all Well—honestly, are you fascinated, are you fascinated by…”
Without saying a word, I took out a large piece of tarpaulin and went up to cover Bingtis (body) from head to toe.
"Hey, I'm going, what are you doing!"
"Glaring, cover it up to block the light."
Lin's action efficiency is quite fast. She came back from the God Realm that afternoon, and brought back a lot of gifts: Father God asked them to bring them over, including special snacks from the God Realm and some other weird gadgets. It can be seen at a glance that it was given to a large group of bear children here. She also received a reply letter from Father God. I stuffed a piece of special honey from the Goddess of Life Temple into my mouth, and shook open the letter paper with little stars and squares on it: This thing is definitely God Father’s gift from him. It was torn from my daughter's homework book, and our two brothers are completely in tune with each other in this respect.
"My friend Chen Jun, the painting has been received. It is very creative, but the annotation behind the painting does not understand what it means..."
I:"… "
Bingtis burst into laughter in my mind in an instant: "Puff ha ha ha! Look at your broken words like a dog gnaws! Father God is blind..."
I lowered my head and buried my head deeply in my crotch. What’s wrong with the ugly handwriting, only my name and the words “read” are written decently? Do you know Picasso, do you know Van Gogh? Do you know Malevich? Well, what I wrote may be a little more difficult to understand than their paintings, but I think the more important reason is that Father God is blind...
"That..." Lin looked at me carefully, as if she was afraid of being bullied if she did something wrong, I waved her hand weakly, and asked my elder sister to help write a new note, and let the Dragon God girl run again : It's really hard for this honest girl.
After Lin left, I went to the second floor and found Sandora who was reviewing official documents in her room. It was time to discuss with her about the ancestors.
Sandora's room was remodeled by herself like a starship command center. There are various terminals and projection equipment on the four walls. When I entered, she was surrounded by a lot of dazzling holographic images. Those They are all plans or new research and development materials uploaded below that need to be reviewed by the emperor. I also saw the design drawings of the next generation of abyssal deep dive ships and a strange catamaran: this should be submitted by Tavel.
Sandora looked up and saw that it was me, and immediately showed a happy smile on her face: "Ah Jun, you are here, let's take a look at this - Tavel has combined a small dismantling generator and a weapon carrying platform. The sketch of the new spaceship is so… "
She pointed to the weird-looking catamaran and said happily, it turned out that it was a new type of warship specially designed for small dismantling generators (Genesis) as Tavel said before. I was very moved when I saw the concept map of the spaceship : Tavel finally followed my advice and did not design a spaceship that looks like a coffin, it looks like two coffins...
"Eh..." I tried to divert my eyes from the two coffins lined up side by side, and thought that Tavel would probably not be able to change her aesthetics in this life, so I should stop working hard on this aspect, "after the spaceship incident Besides, today I mainly want to talk to you about the ancestors, I saw Anses this morning, and other ancestors who have just been resurrected... "
I talked for a full 30 minutes, pouring out what I saw in the morning and what I thought before. I knew that Sandora's attitude towards the ancestors and the decisions she made were all out of good intentions, and in Xiling Apostle From my point of view, these are all "no problem", but as the saying goes, if you are a fan of the authorities and you care about it, you will be chaotic. Even the wise and meticulous empress sometimes does not think carefully, so I have to remind her all at once, so that she realizes that the ancestors are not only creative. Other than those, there are still a group of mortals who are both physically and mentally fragile.
Sandora didn't interrupt from the beginning to the end, but just listened quietly with a thoughtful expression, nodding slightly from time to time, and after I finished speaking, she got up and poured me water, and then said: "So... Is that so."
"I expected you to think of this by yourself." I took the water glass and poured down half of it in one go. "Bingtis was right at the beginning. Reviving the ancestors is a very rash move. For an extinct ethnic group, resurrecting a few of them A few people, it can easily become a kind of torture for them. Although the apostle is the heir of Xiling civilization, but now you see, in addition to that layer of presentation relationship, the apostle and the Xiling people also have the element of "siblings" what?"
Sandora turned off a lot of projections in the room, and the surroundings suddenly became clear. She sat back at the desk and sighed softly: "Ah Jun, I actually know it all. I have also imagined that if I was What would it be like to be frozen for a trillion years, and then be awakened by a group of strange beings in a completely strange environment, and end your life... It's just that I don't think as much as you think, and I can't really empathize with that fate... Sorry, I didn't think about it carefully."
I was surprised, because I thought it would take a lot of effort to change her mind: Her Majesty's decisions are always as indestructible as steel, but I didn't expect her to nod so easily. You said I prepared two hours before. What to do with the belly draft...
"Uh," I scratched my hair, "Now I have asked the ancestors to sort out the logbook of the year, and I plan to relax the travel restrictions on them. If they are accompanied by royal guards, they are willing to walk around in the shadow city. It's okay, don't you think?"
"Listen to you," Sandora let out a big breath and waved her hands vigorously, "I won't take too much care of this matter anymore, you are right, I always use the apostle, or even a higher standard, to measure the ancestors , it’s a kind of torture for them.”
"... You didn't give up on yourself after being hit, did you?" I couldn't help but stepped forward and pinched Sandora's face.
"Chai Wuyu (not)!" Sandora opened my paw forcefully, "It's just that what you said is right, so I have to listen. Isn't that what a partner means, support each other, correct each other, you are me The other half of you, I am your... uh... "
Speaking of this, Sandora paused: "Well, I am a third of your other half..."
Me: "... At this time, you don't have to seriously calculate!"
"Damn, it's so stressful to be stuck here," Bingtis' voice suddenly interjected, "Pay attention, you two, there's a passive light bulb here."
I almost forgot that this female hooligan was still there! RS