"Panta, I'm dreaming again." Sitting up from the soft cushion, the black-haired Telshan man rubbed his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the corner of the room, wearing a wide pajamas: "I dreamed that we were still young."

"Master, you're dreaming again. It's great. Panta has never felt what dreaming is." A soft girl's voice came from the corner. It seemed that there was light twisting, but it was more transparent. It could see the flawless vision directly at the corner. The prosthetic girl who used optical camouflage seemed to be recalling: "But Panta will always remember the joy of your youth with the little master."

"Well, that was a wonderful day. Although I knew that Haoyao was hostile to some people in that era, unexpectedly, she seemed to let them go for my sake. Now that era has belonged to the medieval era in history, and as an old antique that has lived from that era to the present... I am really old."

Prince Lu, who had lived for hundreds of years, sighed: "Old, I can't remember the appearance of my peers. Pan Ta, do you still remember the two people who followed the young man Jiuke? I forgot what they called... I'm really old." The old man who looked young but used prosthetic body stood up and walked towards the door and looked at the corner: "How is my little granddaughter doing recently."

"I'm very happy to follow the kitten in the Su family." His old butler and side room replied in a pleasant voice.

"Just be happy. Girls are from every family. Don't have a bitter face. Be happy, be happy."

"You have also said this to Bai He."

"Bai He? Who is she?" The old man stopped and turned his head to look at the corner.

“…It’s also an old friend of you, you just forgot.”

"Well...yes, I am the last inheritor of the era at the end of the 20th century and the early 21st century. Panta, I died that day, and that hundred years have really become history in textbooks." The old man said this, and smiled: "Where are they now?"

"Four ladies are traveling to your star-grabbing territory."

"Ah, yes, I forgot, I asked them to go." Faced with this answer, the old man patted his head: "It's really old, Panta, why is it so dark?"

"Because it's night, lord."

"Because it's night." Looking up at the galaxy that ran across the night sky, Marceau sighed: "A day passed without realizing it, and suddenly I felt that life was wasted again."

"Kitten people feel this way because they like to bask in the afternoon. You are such a race that wastes time. Mo Qingyu chewed the meatballs in his mouth while handling the work in his hands: "Do you know, Marceau, the kitten people's life has been wasted nearly a quarter of their time on naps."

"Sister Mo, you've started the literary youth mode again." Marceau handed over and ticked a meatball from the bowl with a bamboo stick: "Life is so long, why not take a nap."

"But we Tobi never take a nap because we don't have this habit at all. For us, every minute and every second is precious." Babalim stood on the side of Mo Qingyu: "Because in the next second, the worm master will come to pick a few more tender Tobi people to drink."

"That's why the last eggs of the bugs can only be made into wine for the Seles people now." Youju, who transformed into a conscientious historian, laughed while shaking the barbecue grill: "To be honest, my grandfather also has a large bottle of bug egg wine, although he never drank it, and he didn't know why."

"Why do Seles make worm follicle wine?" Babalim looked curious: "It makes me feel like worms use our cubs to make snacks. Although I'm not trying to offend anything, in essence, there's no difference."

"The Seles people were destroyed by the barbarians in a primitive country a thousand years ago. They swore that they would never give up any home again. So when the Zergs, which originally breeded the Tobys, invaded the Seles people's colonies and turned the entire colon into insect nests, the two sides were already in a state of life and death. The Seles people did not care about the Sergies, but developed civilization and wisdom. For them, no matter how big the universe is, there are only friends and enemies. It is already a relatively civilized way to make the follicle wine of the worms." Panny's father, as half the Seles people, naturally had the right to speak: "At least, gentler than those insects used you Tobys to make a big meal, right?"

"Ah...you're right." Babalim rolled her eyes: "Speaking of it, I always wanted to know, are our Tobys really that delicious?"

"I'm afraid no one can answer this question anymore." Marceau waved his hand, took out a carrot and threw it at the girl. The latter reached out and grabbed the carrot with joy, hugging it and gnawing it.

"Speaking of this, reality and the world can be called malicious in some ways. For example, the believers of Chaos are comparable to the theocratic civilizations ruled by a single god. The mad dogs of New Eden have amazing coincidences with the primitive civilizations waving militarism. Whether it is reality or game, there are too many troubles that need us to solve." Panni said this and looked at Bounettani: "Speaking of it, Bounettani, how do you see the new neighbors we found in the new river galaxy."

Speaking of this, Marceau really remembered that the Seyren galaxy detected several brand new galaxies on the east side of the new galaxy, and of course, there were new neighbors. Like the octopus faces and fishes that were pecking at each other on the Earth Federation, they were all some existences that could be called a second-level civilization. Among them, there was a single divine civilization, which completely refreshed the three views of many historians of the Earth Federation.

"From our point of view, those who can understand human words can naturally communicate. For example, the theocratic civilization of the single gods, these madmen actually let us follow its beliefs. I don't know what to say. I hope their brains can catch the 10mm caliber armor-piercing bullets of electromagnetic rifles." Bunettani replied seriously.

"Why do I feel like I'm reviewing the conversation between the Spanish when the Spanish colonized South America?" The cat complained.

"The Spaniards have been extinct in biology. The last Spanish died in the 27th year of the First Thirty Years War of Human-Embryonics. The day before his death, a conservation fleet carrying 500,000 Spanish genes was discovered and successfully boarded the ship by the Gene-Purchase Fleet of the Immortals." Mingmei, who scored a full mark in history, took over the topic: "So, you don't know what the Spanish would say, my dear."

"The Americans' genes are also done. Today's Americans are basically Mexicans, blacks and Asian offspring. The American genes in the physical sense are dead, and the same goes for the British. The Anglo-Saxon nation had become history as early as the end of the First Human-Word War." Ming Mei's sister added.

"I heard that conspiracy theories say that the First Human-Word War was a conspiracy of the old Federation. They wanted to exterminate some low-quality populations through insects..." Just as the cat was rumbling over the so-called sound of justice from the roadside stalls and bragging with the girls, an alarm sounded an arrow rose from the rooftop opposite the street.

OK, the cat got up and pulled out the long sword: "These chaos is really enough. It has been sent to the door for three consecutive days. Do these guys think they are the leeks that grow from the ground?"

"I don't know, but I think that if I plant them in the field, I will definitely harvest big and round carrots in autumn." Babalim bit off the last juicy carrot and threw the oldest small piece to her feet: "I still think the world is good now. My mother always says that if she didn't eat rhizomes when she was young, she would definitely be beaten by her grandmother."

"That's just a simple food shortage." Jiuye asked curiously.

"Well, that's right. During those days as ingredient, my mother always said that tubers were delicious before we Toby could enjoy them."

"Come, for the good meal." Marceau threw another carrot: "I saw these guys! The searchlight of the Heavenly Light of No. 7 is facing the path opposite you!"

"Oh my God, we finally have a holiday, so we can sit together and chat all night." Annie was very unhappy. She turned her head and looked at another alley not far away: "It seems that there is movement there. Give me a light, I'll go down and have a good time for these guys."

"Have fun, my sister." Yang had already set up a musket and was adjusting the secret position of the scope.

"Don't worry, my sister, I will let these guys understand what mistakes they made." Annie picked up the sledgehammer placed on the weapon rack, turned around and jumped downstairs.

"This is the third floor!" Babalim, who had never seen such a performance in person, shouted.
Chapter completed!