Chapter 973 Good Fight

In this regard, there are several factions of opinions within the decision-making room.

Some people say that personnel transfers should be based on Huai Shi's own wishes, and forceful behavior is not sweet, while some people think that relationships are based on getting along, and they can also go through the formalities first and take their time later.

Some people feel that it is already too late. You see that he and Russell are in love, and they may even have a child soon. Is it possible to break up the family's warm heavenly genealogy?

And some people feel... isn't it quite good!

More people don’t express their opinions.

But it is undeniable that after many years, the Administration once again felt the pain of brain drain from Huai Shi. Recalling the shadow of the ideal country back then, and the helplessness of being a younger brother.

Why didn't you think of throwing him into a corner of the Ivory Tower for further study?

Wouldn't it be less troublesome to change places?

In the final analysis, Russell's bastard was too ruthless and even dug into the corners of the bureau. He was really too inhumane.

And just when they were at a loss, everyone turned their attention to Ella Ameng, the introducer of Huaishi joining the Astronomical Society.

Hope she can think of a solution.

Drive away the fat tiger and regain the favor of Huai Jingxiang.

Ai Qing, on the other hand, sipped her coffee expressionlessly and answered businesslikely: "The military attaché system is directly under the decision-making room and has nothing to do with the overhead floors.

I don't think I have anything to say on this matter. "

Yegor was stunned for a moment and then became confused.

"Ah, I thought you..."

He raised his hands and made a gesture of clasping his fingers together. Then, under Ai Qing's increasingly cold gaze, he did not say the second half of the sentence.

I could only pick up the water glass sullenly.

I feel the complexity of emotions among young people today...

"Where he wants to go is his own business. I don't think there is anything to consider about this matter. Just ask him directly."

Ai Qing put down the coffee cup coldly: "However, with all due respect - before that, please buy the highest level of life insurance from the Survival Institute. Not everyone is as lucky as René."

As she spoke, she picked up the cylindrical pen pinned to the folder, clicked it twice, and put it in her pocket.

The crisp sound is so pleasant.

Yegor was helpless.

"Indeed, it is no wonder that such a pure person can be chosen and loved by the Heavenly Lineage." He pinched the bridge of his nose: "It seems that many people will be disappointed."

"The second half of the sentence is correct, but there is something wrong with the first half."

Ai Qing finally corrected: "Egor, it was not the Heavenly Genealogy that chose him."

“It was He who chose the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Just like that, she turned around to say goodbye and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Ah, I've had enough... Why do you always sit in the office and answer questions during internships?"

When the email representing the new job rang, Fu Yi raised her head in despair: "We agreed on a beach holiday, where are the bonfire party and BBQ?"

"Those are all words used to deceive newcomers. The sea and beach in the Survival Institute are all the Creator's testing areas. You don't want to be basking in the sun and singing in a swimsuit and suddenly be snatched away by a sea monster, right?"

Sitting next to her is her temporary partner and roommate Gemma, a blond girl from the American Ivy League.

It is said that the noble blood of the gods is still flowing in her body, but even she doesn't care much about it. The blood is so thin that even if she works hard enough to have a cerebral hemorrhage, she can only make her hair shine a little at night.

At this moment, she looked nothing like the aristocratic lady in the rumors. She was disheveled, squatting on the office chair, turning around in a circle, urging Fu Yi: "Give me the analysis report of the awareness layer in Australia quickly. I'm here. It needs to be summarized. The gentlemen in front are waiting for the data."

"It's being done, it's being done."

Fu Yi sighed, right-clicked the mouse to create a new document, and once again immersed himself in the vast sea of ​​silver data, dazzled.

When I finally looked up, it was already four hours later.

Fu Yi picked up the mirror in her bag and looked at herself, desperately covering the dark circles under her eyes that couldn't be covered by two foundations.

"So, does the internship at the Survival Institute mean being a tool?" She slumped on the chair helplessly: "Forget it about the promised holiday beach, why don't you even do it in practice?"

"Practice? You are really a newcomer."

Gemma turned around and took two puffs of her e-cigarette: "First time?"

"Yes." Fu Yi sighed.

"Wow, you are so fast, I thought you were my senior, I really didn't expect you."

Gemma scratched her head in silence: "If you can be assigned to the analysis team of the central control room to process documents in your first internship, you have already won the lottery. I don't know how many people will queue up to apply. I don't even have the qualifications to serve tea and water... "

"I came here because I could observe the Silver Sea up close."

Fu Yi lay on the chair, hopeless.

"Then you'll have a hard time." Gemma said sympathetically: "According to the rules, newcomers like us will have two years of internship and one year of inspection and training before they can practice independently after graduation. Five more years as an assistant...the fastest record was six years and then..."

"Then?"

"Then you can celebrate thirty years of working overtime in hell without holidays!"

Gemma gave Fu Yi a hard blow: "It is said that after you turn sixty, you can temporarily lift the confidentiality level and move freely in priority areas... If you ask me, you might as well take advantage of it. Young, if you join me as an analyst, at least you will have normal holidays and off days."

"Stop talking, I want to go home."

Fu Yi replied angrily. "Why do you still have to be a social animal when you get to the survival hospital? My dad still expects me to take care of him in his old age."

"Okay, at least the surviving nursing home in Shambhala is well-equipped, and there are discounts for employees' families."

Gemma looked at her sympathetically, as if she thought of something, and glanced left and right.

During the evening shift, there was no one in the office.

She came in, looked around furtively, then took out something from her pocket, and said in a low voice: "Let you see something good... This is a difficult thing. My uncle who works in the command bureau gave it to me. It’s definitely spiritual food during the long hours of overtime.”

Looking at the weird and mysterious look on her face, it wouldn't be surprising if she pulled out a packet of white powder the next moment.

But then, she found that she took out a mobile phone...

Click on the video.

A familiar face appeared.

His handsome face was stained with blood, and he looked up expressionlessly, as if he could see a spyglass far in the sky.

Fu Yi took a deep breath and almost jumped up from the chair in fright.

"...This, this, what is this?"

"What else could it be? You don't even know this, do you?"

Gemma looked at the country girl in disbelief: "Prince of Paradise's latest secret video 8K high-definition version! I used the WIFI in the dormitory for several hours to download it. Tomorrow's news outside can sell you $60,000 a minute. Woolen cloth!"

"Uh, is this... very popular?"

"Of course, I gave him a rocket brush back then!" Gemma suddenly beamed: "Oh, look, I'm already healed from this side. Oh my, my mother's heart melted..."

"Wait a minute, no matter how you look at it, this is a murder scene, right? And you're only one year older than him, okay?"

The corners of Fu Yi's eyes were twitching wildly, and it was difficult to understand: "But he looks like he has gained weight... He seems to be eating well recently."

"Um?"

Gemma's eyes flashed, she came closer and said with an expression: "Fu, are you also a member?"

"No, no, no, I'll skip it. His peripherals are too expensive and I can't afford them." Fu Yi said with shame, "It just happened to be the same as my dog's name, so I paid attention...right, Huai poetry?"

The second half of the sentence was addressed to the stupid dog that poked its head out from under the table.

The stupid dog grinned and let out a string of laughter.

"Ah, speaking of..."

Gemma seemed to have thought of something, and curiously looked at the roommate in front of her: "Do you... know each other?"

"No, huaishi is a very common name in Dongxia. If you shout it on the street, seven or eight people will turn around and look at you..."

Fu Yi coughed and started to talk calmly: "Just like your John and Peter, it means to bless the children to grow up safely and have many children. It's just that people with this name are usually easy to become scumbags. , Gemma, you must be careful."

"Is that so?" Gemma was shocked for a whole year.

"Of course."

Fu Yi struggled to maintain his composure and quickly changed the subject: "But what is he doing?"

"The war between the Kingdom of Heaven and the Golden Dawn, the duel between the two generations of great commanders - isn't it awesome!" Gemma held up her mobile phone to show off, but soon she became distressed again: "Ah, there must be a new card. , what should I do if my wallet is not enough? It would be great if I could grab a signed version, it will definitely be used for a long time... ahem, I mean appreciating it for a long time."

Is this 'appreciation' of yours serious?

The corner of Fu Yi's mouth twitched, speechless.

I feel like it's better to go with my intuition and stop talking about a topic that could easily burn down a friend's house if I accidentally let something slip.

But she couldn't help but look at the screen in Gemma's hand. For a long time, she shook her head helplessly.

"However, if you look at it like this once in a while, isn't it quite handsome..."

She sighed softly and looked away.

I thought about it, thought about it again, and thought about it again. Just like that, after hesitating for a long time, I picked up the phone, opened the address book, and edited the information.

【Well played】

The text message has been sent.

She leaned back in her chair and yawned, taking a moment to rest before the next batch of mail came through.

The long journey of overtime has just begun.

But when the reply came with a ding.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

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Tianzhu, Langjia City

The border formed after the death of the ten demon kings in the past is like a city hanging on a cliff. Looking down, you can vaguely see the remains of the three cities of gold, silver and black iron that were shot down by the God of Destruction in the past.

Those majestic buildings are full of cracks and float above the hell, confirming the glory of this place in the past.

And right at the highest point of the city, on the square of the solemn temple, there was silence at this moment. The Brahmin priests kneeling on both sides stared at the challenger's slender back with their eyes wide open in astonishment.

Click.

A small, soft sound.

A crack appeared on the glazed tiles, but to those present, it was like a thunderbolt!

——In the past fifty years, someone once again smashed the thin tile in the hand of the axe-wielding Rama!

There are actually people in this world who can shake the majesty of this god of all kinds of martial arts!

Even the tall figures sitting on the high platform raised their eyebrows in surprise...

Luo Xian, on the other hand, took a step back.

He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

He was almost unsteady on his feet.

When the majestic projection of the axe-wielding Rama dissipated, a middle-aged woman with long hair decorated with gold and gems and face paint appeared on the high platform.

Looking down at the challenger like this, he was not furious, but instead laughed with joy.

"Yes, Luo Xian, you are very good..." She extended her hand to invite the junior in front of her, "Why don't you abandon Luo Si as that useless guy and become my daughter?"

Luo Xian shook her head and smiled slightly: "Do you hope to be loved by someone like me?"

Now the crowned person who maintains the genealogy of India, the axe-wielding Rama of this generation - Sonam Balan shook his head disapprovingly: "Is the love of the abyss and the love of the world different? What you are rigid about is in the world. In my opinion, it's not worth mentioning... This is Tianzhu, Luo Xian, a place where even King Asura can perform penance to move the heavens!

If you keep the distinction between the abyss and the present situation, you may not be able to get out of the contradiction in your life. "

"If I don't care, won't others care?"

Luo Xian calmly replied: "At best, it's just self-deception. If you can't even understand your own essence, how can you understand others?"

"In that case, I will treat it as your refusal."

Sonam shook her head slightly: "Although I really don't know what is good and what is good, everyone has their own ambitions. You have your own choice, and I won't force you.

According to our bet, Luo Xian, you broke the tile in my hand and won this victory. You can take away the map to the three connected cities of hell and the relics of your mother before she solidified.

But you have to understand that even if you find her, you may not be able to get the answer you want. "

"I just want to find it."

Luo Xian asked: "Does a daughter need a reason if she wants to see her mother?"

"That's true, but the result may not be beautiful."

Sonam stared at the junior in front of her with pity. For a long time, she sighed softly and turned around to leave.

Returning to the silent temple, Luo Xian raised her head and stared at the gray sky.

A long, silent smile.

In the evening, Luo Xian walked out of the temple, carrying her luggage and holding the white horse, towards the entrance of hell.

Just before passing through the door, I felt a vibration in my arms.

A message from afar popped up on the dim screen.

She was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, the smile turned into one of relief and joy.

"Isn't it quite impressive, Huai Shi."

"Come on, come on..."

In this way, looking back full of expectation, I took one last look at the world.

Never look back.

In the early hours of the morning, the basement was opened.

Tongji stepped on the cold floor with her bare feet, couldn't help but yawned, and walked to the kitchen sleepily.

"Ah, so sleepy..."

She paused for a moment and looked out the window in confusion: "Huh? Why are there so many potholes outside? What happened to the old house? Has it been demolished near our house?"

"Miss Tongji, are you finally..."

Outside the window, Uncle Fang, who was busy in the garden, raised his head in surprise, and then... was stunned.

The bucket fell from his hands and fell to the ground.

Bang!