"What do you think is the relationship between Chairman Memorial and Commander Ye?" Jiang Er floated on his seat and asked curiously.
"I don't know." Lin Qiye put down the chopsticks in his hand and hesitated for a moment, "Anyway, it shouldn't be that kind of love relationship, but more like some kind of revolutionary friendship."
"She seems to be about the same age as us, so she was probably just a little girl when she met Commander Ye?"
"Commander Ye at that time had not yet become commander, right?"
"Calculating the time, it is indeed about the same."
"It's another past event that has been buried in the dust of history..."
After the three of them finished their dinner, Miu Miu walked into the restaurant. The walkie-talkie she was holding in her hand was gone. Except for her eyes, which were a little red, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.
"How's it going? Do you still have an appetite for dinner?" Memorial asked.
"It's very delicious." An Qingyu said with a smile, "Thank you for the treat."
Lin Qiye and others stood up from their chairs, looked at the time hanging on the wall, and said:
"My mental strength has almost recovered. It's time to rush back to Daxia... If it's convenient, can you tell me which direction Daxia is?"
"No need." Memorial shook his head calmly.
Lin Qiye and the other three were stunned, not understanding what she meant.
"I mean, you don't have to fly back. This place is still half a world away from Daxia, and your mental strength can't last that long." Memorial put his hands in his pockets and continued, "I have ordered the transfer.
The bow of the ship is sailing to Daxia at full speed. Just follow us back.
There is no need to worry about the matter of defeating the Kingdom of God. I have just told you Commander Zuo on the intercom and he has already started to take action, so even if you go back two days late, you will not delay anything."
"You are also going to Daxia?" Jiang Er asked in surprise.
"Well, let's go do something."
Jiang Er and An Qingyu simultaneously turned to look at Lin Qiye, who hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"Okay, then let's take a smooth sailing trip."
"It will take about three days to take a cruise back to Daxia from here." Jiannian glanced at the time and said, "During this period, I have something very important to do. I'm afraid I can't entertain you. If you have any requests, please tell me on board.
If you ask Shangxie members, they will try their best to satisfy you."
"Thanks."
After coming out of the restaurant, Memorial put on his white scientific research robe and walked straight into the [Building Block Room]. The knight arranged a room for Lin Qiye and the others and took them there.
On the way, An Qingyu hesitated for a moment and then asked:
"Excuse me, does your president also like to engage in scientific research?"
The knight was stunned, shook his head and said, "The president does not engage in pure academic research. She prefers to play with weapons, vehicles, engineering buildings, etc., such as aircraft, cannons, missiles, sports cars, motorcycles, and fighter jets... She is more like a scientist than a scientist.
A big fan of manufacturing.”
"I see...but the things she created are indeed very interesting."
The pixel-style walkie-talkie appeared in An Qingyu's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little itchy.
"What are these? Next time you go to [Utopia], the things there will make your jaw drop." The knight laughed.
…
Lin Qiye returned to his room and closed the door.
He poured a cup of hot tea and sat by the narrow porthole, looking at the hazy mist and deep sea water outside the window. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
The experience in hell was so thrilling that he had not yet come out of the sense of crisis on the verge of life and death. Whenever he closed his eyes, countless squirming red bugs and the ferocious and strange beasts would appear in his mind.
laughter.
What he couldn't let go of the most was Shen Qingzhu, who was roaring in pain on the ice with a pair of black wings.
Can he survive the process of merging with the origin of hell? Will he be infiltrated by the power of corruption? How can he get out of the hinterland of the Kingdom of God?
Doubts lingered in Lin Qiye's mind.
Unable to sleep, Lin Qiye simply leaned against the window, took a few sips of hot tea, and sunk his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods in his mind.
"The market is open, the market is open!! Come and place your bets! You can't place your bets once it starts!"
"Today I'll bet Brother Monkey on two chicken legs."
"I'll also bet Brother Monkey on a pack of spicy strips!"
"I feel like King Jiji is no match for Brother Monkey these days... Come on Brother Monkey, I'll do the work for you for a day."
"Maybe we can get an upset today? I'll bet on King Jiji and three melon seeds!"
"Sorry, your bet is too small to participate."
"???"
"..."
Lin Qiye was wearing a white coat. As soon as he walked into the yard, he heard the nurses on the side having a lively discussion.
In the courtyard, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh were already standing on both sides, looking at each other coldly, and the murderous intent in the air became more and more fierce.
Lin Qiye seemed to have remembered something and looked at the clock on the wall.
Well...it has definitely reached the point where these two are fighting on a daily basis.
Lin Qiye might not have seen the two of them fighting for a long time, so he simply stood by the courtyard. At this moment, Li Yifei was slowly walking over with a small horse in his right hand and a bag of melon seeds in his left hand.
"Qiye? Are you here?"
Li Yifei's eyes lit up when he saw the white coat in the crowd, and he quickly walked forward and handed the ponytail to Lin Qiye, "Here, sit down and watch.
"What about you?" Lin Qiye naturally sat on the pony and asked.
Li Yifei threw the melon seeds to Lin Qiye and slapped the little raccoon on the forehead who was shouting about betting. The latter immediately covered his head with his paws and turned to look at Li Yifei aggrievedly:
"Manager Li, why did you hit me?"
"Go and bring me a matza."
"oh……"
Soon, the little raccoon brought a new horse, and Lin Qiye and Li Yifei sat down by the courtyard and started eating melon seeds.
"Why don't they fight?" Lin Qiye knocked several balls in a row. Seeing that Yuan Zhong and the two still didn't move, Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, they're waiting for the musicians."
"?"
Downstairs of the hospital building, I saw Brachi holding the harp, walking to the boulder at the edge of the courtyard with his head held high, coughing twice, and then began to strum the strings in his hand.
The moment the exciting music sounded, the two people in the courtyard seemed to have received some kind of signal and rushed towards each other at the same time. Two rays of gold and purple light burst out, but they were locked inside by the defensive magic circle on the edge of the courtyard. There was no trace of them.
overflow.
The sound of Brachi's piano seemed to have some kind of magic power. The moods of everyone present were aroused, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.
The nursing staff who had placed their bets were waiting at the edge of the hospital, their hearts in their throats. Even Lin Qiye, who was eating melon seeds beside him, felt a sense of excitement that he had not seen for a long time.
He watched the battle in the courtyard for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Why do I feel...Gilgamesh is getting more and more tired?"