Chapter 932

The young monk just looked like a teenager, but in fact he had lived for many years.

Of course he is still a teenager, otherwise he wouldn't have defected to the sea of ​​dark things.

I believe that he has a way to take away the countless monsters on the bottom of the sea, and he may encounter some broods or even another dark object. In the future, the number of monsters coming here through the space crack will be much less, and the pressure on the fleet at the Dreamfire Industrial Base will be much less.

The Lieyang battleship started again, heading towards the burning planet. With the help of the researchers at Base 857, Zeng Ju began to finalize the plan. More than a dozen ultra-fine atomized nuclear power furnaces and the latest ablation equipment have arrived and can be put into use at any time.

As I said before, neither the local powerhouses of the Galaxy Alliance nor the large-scale remote-controlled equipment can withstand the high temperature of the erosion equipment at close range, and the accuracy is far worse.

I don't know if at this time, Zeng Ju thought of that proud and presumptuous, even a jerk, son of the Shen family again.

The middle-aged researcher in a gray plaid shirt came under the battleship with a teacup. The bracelet lightly leaned against it, and there was a light beep, and the heavy alloy door slowly opened, and the strategic warehouse with an extremely large space appeared in front of his eyes.

Regarding the setting and use of ablation equipment, he has already mastered it completely in the 857 base, and his algorithm is different from Zeng Ju, so there is no need to watch and learn it with his own eyes. If Zeng Ju can't bear it, he will show his identity and go to take over.

Both sides of the warehouse of the battleship are filled with all kinds of equipment and a huge number of nuclear bombs, but it is still so empty.

He walked to the middle of the warehouse, felt the remaining breath in the air, and took a sip from his teacup.

The jasmine tea was already slightly cold and not so refreshing, but his requirements for life had never been high.

He suddenly felt something, and stretched out his right index finger and middle finger, pointing to the bullet rack on the other side of the alloy wall.

With a soft rubbing sound, a black pawn that had been left in the corner for an unknown amount of time broke through the air and fell accurately between his fingers.

Looking at the black chess piece between his fingers, a longing smile appeared on his slightly dark face, and the silver bracelet on his wrist seemed to become brighter.

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The morning light passed through the glass on the window, fell on the chessboard, and shone on the black chess piece in the middle, shining like Jing Jiu's eyes.

Xue Ji leaned against the corner of the sofa, staring blankly at a certain place on the wall, she didn't know what she was thinking, of course she had no expression at all, except for occasionally squinting her eyes.

The TV light curtain was still broadcasting the meeting in the city hall live. After a night of quarreling, neither the mayor nor the senior officials and city councilors could hold on anymore. As for the officials with specific work arrangements, they had already left to go to the blocks and institutions they were in charge of.

After Eve's figure disappeared from the TV screen, Huaxi lost interest in those boring quarrels. She just looked at the warning subtitles and process arrangements that were enlarged and displayed on the screen from time to time. She felt that she should memorize them seriously, but the more she memorized, the more confused she became.

With a soft bang, Jing Jiu dropped a white piece on the chessboard. The crisp voice woke Huaxi up. She rubbed her eyes, walked to the window and said to him, "Brother, I can't memorize the evacuation regulations, but I have memorized the list of items to bring, how about I get it first?"

In fact, Jing Jiu didn't quite understand what was going on on the TV, and what it meant to evacuate. He hummed along with her words, and then continued to make moves. It didn't take long for the chess pieces to fill the board—if this chess game could be transmitted back to Chaotian Continent, Que Niang would probably faint happily again.

"Who can fold clothes? Do you want to take that piece of red cloth with you? What is the emergency multi-function device? Why didn't I find it?"

Huaxi had never packed her luggage, whether it was at the Stargate Base, at the Priest Academy, or at this home. In fact, she is more often just a piece of luggage, brought by Jing Jiu from the star gate to the main star, and then from the galaxy outside the fog to a certain sewer on this planet.

The more she tidied up, the more upset she became, and she ran back to the living room with a pile of clothes, shouting loudly.

In the past few days, for some unknown reason, the little girl has become more and more angry.

Han Chan looked back at her gratefully on the window sill.

The little girl seemed to be really waking up, which was a bit dangerous, but it was nice to have someone in the family to help share the chores and take responsibility.

Jing Jiu and Xue Ji didn't pay attention to these things, and didn't care about her shouting. Anyway, there were no neighbors in 720 miles. Under the premise of ensuring safety, they could not respond to any changes in this world, and they were higher than the highest monks.

At this time, the passenger bell of unit 720 suddenly rang. The visual interaction system has been broken for a long time. Huaxi threw the things in her arms on Xueji with some annoyance, opened the door, and then opened the iron door of the unit, and found a basket on the steps, but did not see the visitor. There was only a line of footprints in the thin snow on the ground, and a line of cat paw prints on the flower bed in the distance.

She returned home with the basket and said, "I don't know who it is."

Xue Ji squeezed her head out from the pile of clothes, pulled aside a sock hanging on her face with her round hands, and gave her a cold look.

"It seems to be... from the front building." Jing Jiu retracted his gaze from the window and added slowly, "Basketball player, kid."

Huaxi dug out an old tobacco box from the basket, and someone wrote a message on the box, which probably meant: I am a neighbor in Building 714, and I am going to prepare for evacuation. Although I may not really evacuate, but the organic products in the house need to be destroyed by myself.

I don't know who the boy playing basketball is, and I don't know whether the gift is meant by him or the whole family. In short, the message is full of clumsy and careful kindness.

Xue Ji didn't respond, so Jing Jiu said thank you, but the problem was that she had left long ago, and she didn't know who she was saying thank you for.

Huaxi took out a frozen pear from the basket, looked at it curiously, and said, "It's so ugly, I don't know if it's good or not."

The color of the frozen pear is black, like a bruise on a person's body, and it is indeed a bit unpleasant to look at.

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "We have to eat."

This sentence means that what is ugly is not necessarily unpalatable, and you have to taste it in your mouth to know the real taste. It’s like the pastries Mr. Eve brings to them are very nice every time, but they don’t taste very good—he doesn’t know why this is because the pastries should be eaten directly, and there is no need to steam them in a steamer every time like Huaxi.

Huaxi thought what his brother said made sense, so he picked up the frozen pear and brought it to his mouth, and bit down hard.

Then, there was an unsurprising cry of pain, and two lines of tears gushed out of his eyes instantly.

Jing Jiu comforted a few times awkwardly, and suggested: "Since it's so hard, let it soften before eating."

How to soften a frozen pear? The most intuitive idea is of course to heat it up. Fortunately, because Huaxi was in a bad mood today, she didn't bother to boil water and use a steamer, so she put those frozen pears on the window sill, waiting to be melted by the sun.

There was a thin layer of snow on the surface of the frozen pears, which looked like icing sugar. Under the sunlight, they finally looked good and became much more attractive.

After a long time in the sun, the snow and frost on the sunny side gradually turned into water droplets, crystal clear like pearls.

Snow suddenly fell outside the window again, the sunlight penetrated the snowflakes, penetrated the glass, and shone on the glass beads on the surface of the frozen pear, refracting the light, which was too beautiful to behold.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu took down the pen and paper from the piano and began to sketch, but he was a little dissatisfied with the drawing, and remembered a person named He Zhan again.

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The happy monk has been here.

In the sea of ​​dark things, everything is dark without any light. It really looks like the deepest and deepest seabed. Yes, he has also been to the deepest part of the sea, and he has stayed for a long time in the abyss of death without light, and the sea water there is as cold as the space around him at this time.

When I entered the Sea of ​​Dark Matters several times in the past, I always entered from the edge, and it was not far away, and there were stars behind me, like the lights of my hometown, I could find the direction at any time, and then retreated.

At this time, he had penetrated tens of thousands of kilometers into the sea of ​​dark matter. The space crack in the Tianhuo Industrial Base, from the initial golden pupil to a small light spot, had disappeared without a trace, even he could not see it.

There is no visible light here, and other rays are also extremely sparse, in his eyes it is like a candle that may be extinguished at any time.

Fortunately, the monsters he attracted from the space crack had a clear sense of existence, which could help him confirm his own existence.

There are quite a few of those monsters, but they can only float in space, like kites, at an extremely slow speed, and they do not pose any threat to him. The threat still comes from the sea of ​​dark matter itself.

He couldn't perceive the dark energy scattered in the space, but it was obvious that the dark energy was constantly soaking into his golden body, and his Zen heart had moved.

A bright light suddenly appeared in front of it, like watching a spark burst out from the extinguished paper money, and then light up the paper in the basin.

It was a star that was in the process of being extinguished. I don't know if the internal light, heat, and high-pressure environment changed, and it burst into dazzling light.

Similar scenes often appear in the sea of ​​dark things, and it may take many, many years before those lights will truly disappear.

With the light of the star in the distance, Huanxi Monk saw the target he was looking for with his Celestial Eye, flicked his sleeves slightly, and stepped on the Great Nirvana to speed up and fly over.

Dozens of broods are quietly suspended in the dark universe, as if they want to merge with the universe itself, and only after being illuminated by the light of the star, they appear from the universe, revealing a black and densely dotted surface, which looks a little disgusting.

Sensing the arrival of life, those black broods immediately woke up, and countless tentacles emerged from the pockmarks on the surface, like hairs suddenly growing from closed pores, or maggots drilled out from the surface of rotten food, making it even more disgusting.

The light illuminated all of this and met the eyes of Huanxi Monk. He exclaimed happily: "It's so beautiful."

There is no medium and no audience in the universe. He is not a person like Shen Yunbu. Naturally, he will not use the method of vibrating space to spread sound at this time, so he praises silently, but his expression is not fake, and it comes from the heart.

The concept of beauty and ugliness is the full embodiment of utilitarianism in human beings.

Huanxi Monk, as one of the most remarkable and powerful beings in human history, has transcended many boundaries of human beings, and naturally sees things more detached—his aesthetics are still human, but more extreme.

Except for the god in ancient times, no one should have seen such a picture, at least he has not seen it in any materials. He thinks that he should keep these pictures and materials. Even if he can't find Xue Ji and can't leave this sea, future generations can at least know more things.

He let the Great Nirvana stop, took out a pen and paper from somewhere, and drew the endless darkness in front of him, the dying fire of the stars in the distance, and these frozen pear-like broods nearby.

That pen was the pen he used when he was in Yi Mao Zhai, and the paper was made of peach tree bark in front of Shuiyue Temple. With such a pen, words and pictures written on such paper can be preserved for a long time even in the worst environment.

The pen tip kept smearing on the paper, and he left all the foreground and foreground objects in the painting, and then attached various detailed data obtained by seeing and calculating in his mind.

Finally, he put this piece of paper into the Great Nirvana, and then flew to those broods, stretched out his fingers and ticked them off, and said, "Come on."

After saying this, he turned around and left without hesitation.