Chapter 1390 You sit down, Ye Zhi

What kind of land is there?

Ladder?

【???

Russell felt a question mark constantly appearing on his forehead like grass, and each question mark made his eyes dark.

Aren’t you still in the Land of Blessings just now? Why did you go to the golden dawn to send it?

What the hell was done?

Just when he was stunned, the snail on the moss tank began to squirm like a racing car, shook his tail, and slowly wrote down brand new words.

[The climate at dawn of gold is pleasant, local friends are enthusiastic and thoughtful, and one of the top guys gave me a very large basin of water. It must be very good to take it back and make soup.]

After writing a long string of words, the snail in front of Huai Shi was almost tired and lame. He waved his tentacles and signaled Huai Shi to slow down first.

"Tsk, that's it? It's just this? It's so short? It's fine if you don't even have a chapter, but you can't even have enough Weibo posts?"

Huai Shi shook her head helplessly.

I hate that I don’t fight.

Even the huge shadow behind him glanced at him with disdain, holding a golden cup in his mouth, chewing it.

The quality of the Holy Grail of the rancher is good.

Since I picked it up, I have been grinding my teeth for so long, and the surface has been painted off, and it is still shining brightly.

And it is heavy in your hand, and it is so easy to use to smash the back of the head, especially it is rich in precious divine nutrition. Now, the end beast will take it out and scatter it, shaving it out.

After a little rest in the present situation, Russell quickly passed the initial shock and woke up. Although he vaguely guessed Huai Shi's actions, he couldn't help but feel bald.

I can only sigh that this unlucky child is getting older and older, so don’t overturn in a gutter one day.

But since the New Year is coming, everyone has come, and the children are still young.

It's just that 'everyone is dead'.

Why do you have to get involved, right?

He pinched the snail and wrote directly on the rainforest jar: [What do you want to do?]

After a while, on the glass, the snail, which had no desire to live, began to crawl slowly again.

[Do something that the ideal Congress does to Golden Dawn]

After writing a line, the dehydrated snail fell directly into the tank, and then another snail crawled out and continued to write from bottom to top, making Russell's face turn green.

[Sharma, Mikhail, No. 19, No. 41, No. 66, open permissions, I have new topics, don't hide it, get some good things.]

In the silence, Russell's eyes began to rush.

Is he so outrageous?

Not only do we need technical support from a creator and a master, but we also need to enable the now strictly sealed utopian host to retrieve taboo files.

Over the years, Russell has been hiding and secretly picking up scatters in the [old campus] and salvaging them like a needle in a haystack. Isn’t it just for the purpose of this utopian host that has barely recovered more than one-third of the time?

As an auxiliary unit and computing facility of the former [God of Heaven], the utopian host in a complete state can simulate the operation of the entire present situation in real time and create any experimental conditions that are unlimited to move closer to reality.

At the same time... the sandbox program is also filled with projects and plans offered by the brainstorms of the former ideal country when they were inspiring or whimsical, and more than 60% of the projects have certain results and practicality.

Therefore, it will be 'archived'.

But the key is... this is just a nicer statement.

If there is really any epoch-making research and breakthrough, the ideal country never hides it and throws it out without money. And any thing that can be archived and stored is something that is shameful!

Behind a result are all kinds of by-products that have suffered more than a hundred times of failure, out of control, destruction and destruction, and even endless poisons and harmed for thousands of years.

Even if it is as glorious as Osiris, there are hundreds of archives related to it, including three archives [Biogen Fusion], [Nanomic Symbiosis], and [Narrow Sea], which are directly rated as a disaster of the entire territory and permanently sealed.

For projects like Dongjun, the artificial sun, such as unfinished holy marks, are already classified at ordinary levels, so there are so many fatal things like [Guangyao Plan], [Forever Burning], and [Engine Zero] that have been derived from.

In a sense, [God of Heaven] will become a factor of destruction, and the ideal country will definitely not be separated from it - a group of psychopaths don't know how many evil things they have stuffed into it.

There is only one standard for archive storage, that is, research results are absolutely not allowed to be disclosed, non-extinction authorization cannot be used in the present situation, and even relevant data are not allowed to appear in the present situation...

Among the salvaged files, Russell was frightened when he saw it and had nightmares in the middle of the night. What Huai Shi now calls for is all about large-scale pollution and distortion techniques...

"Is it so big to play!?"

He wanted to speak but stopped. The only conscience felt that it was not appropriate to do so, but except for this illusion-like conscience, everything else was eager to try.

Anyway, they are all in hell, who will find out as long as they keep silent?

Besides, even if you find out, do you have to admit it?

Besides, isn’t there any Huaishi poems?!

What a good child who can shed blood and cry.

When I thought of this, Russell Tiser happily wrote: [On behalf of the Genealogy of Heaven, I have handed over this glorious and arduous task to you!]

And now, it was Huai Shi's turn to twitch.

Are you going to find someone to start tracing the blame?

I don’t know anything because Huai Shi is good at leaving alone, right?

Dogs are still your best, old turtle!

【Haha, you are so interesting, I went to take a shower, 88.】

After throwing the problems and troubles to Russell and throwing the snail that lost its value aside, Huai Shi lay on the bottom of the big library, and still looked at the progress of the reading of the Book of Destiny and began his own slut.

Touched!

In the silence, there was only the sound of the end beast grinding his teeth as he gnawed the Holy Grail.

However, the leisurely fishing time didn't take long after all.

A few days later, he felt the source of the shadow that he left in the gap in the corridor floor was touched by other shadows.

Suddenly, he bounced up from the ground and put on his vest again.

Someone is here!

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Unlike the worst situation expected, after the door opened, it was not the fool who flocked in with eight hundred knives and axemen, but the worried Mathers.

It seemed that I was thinking about something all the way, not paying attention to the surrounding situation at all.

After pushing open the door, I raised my head and was shocked by the scene in front of me.

The glow of stars in the sky illuminated the lonely figure.

Under his unfolded hands, the outlines of the ancient book appeared faintly, and strands of fragments fell from the stars and merged into his hands, gradually forming a blurred cover.

In just a few days, the completion rate has exceeded 40%!

For a moment, Mathers stood there in a daze. After a long sigh, he sighed and looked at Yeats with relief: "It seems that you have indeed grown a lot."

"It's just a responsibility."

Huai Shi imitated the tone of the vest, and answered proudly without losing her modesty.

In fact, this is the slowest one.

The fifteen books that were closest to recovery in the fastest progress have all been put into the Book of Destiny by Huai Shi.

Mathers seemed to be surprised and glanced at him. Just when Huai Shi was suspicious, she said slowly: "No, the progress is second. At least this time I didn't see a lot of love letters that were not much better than waste paper."

"Ah..."

Huai Shi is dull.

So Yeats was originally a fisherman, so why did he look surprisingly diligent when he was already working so hard to paddle?

And, in fact, Yeats did write it.

But Mathers came in too haste, and Huai Shi had not had time to copy it.

“…”

Seeing his expression of silence, Mathers understood everything and had another headache.

Why are one or two so uneasy?

Is there no normal person in the country where nothing can exist?

Oh, we are golden dawn, that's all right...

"never mind."

Mathers waved helplessly, turned around and walked to the front: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

Huai Shi followed silently.

As he moved up, he resisted the urge to look back at the big library.
To be continued...