The first thousand one hundred and ninety-four chapters luxury calm
Gods... In fact, sometimes I really don’t know how to describe these gods from the star world. They are so ridiculous and difficult to locate. Sometimes I think these guys are probably from myths and legends that I have come into contact with.
Among the gods, they are the most admirable group. They are responsible, powerful, and love the world. But more often than not, I think they are a bunch of bastards from top to bottom.
Ever since I met the five-man group of gods, I have never seen them do anything consistent with their status as gods. Instead, I have seen these guys running around on my territory all day long, causing trouble and causing trouble. Bingtis and
Monina would go out and buy a bunch of things every now and then. Shopping is a woman's nature, and it seems that the goddess also has this nature. The beautiful clothes they bought were enough to make half the group look charming; Kenser is a good old man,
But he is still a hopeless housewife. I guess this has something to do with the fact that he has been taking care of a group of problem children tens of thousands of years ago. Uncle Kenser has developed a habit of visiting the supermarket every day and grabbing discounted eggs from old men and old ladies.
, he can go around in the vegetable market for two hours, and now he has gained a reputation as the undefeated man with huge advantages in the East Street vegetable market. Middle-aged women for several kilometers around him regard him as their idol, asking him about the latest vegetable prices, and even more
What gives me a headache is that occasionally I let Uncle Kenser take some of the kids out, and when he comes back, those naughty kids are armed to the point of their back molars! Because Kenser has always had an attitude towards naughty kids.
He buys whatever he wants. If he continues to get used to it in the long run, I guess the naughty child in my family will be even more serious. Lin is the most honest one among the five people, but to be honest, she may not be the best among the five people combined.
It caused us a lot of trouble. Whenever she went out, my family and I would secretly follow her and go up to apologize for her at any time: This girl has really strong hands, and her brain is not very good, and she is basically careless.
Careless goods will cause damage wherever they go. There is a small supermarket on the corner of our street. Lin went shopping and pulled down the door of the store - because she did not see the words "Door opens inwards" written on it.
, we paid them 800 yuan in compensation at that time, but Lin, an honest guy, came to the door two days later to apologize and took down the door again - this time it was written "Door opens outward", so we lost money again.
Eight hundred. In less than three days, we lost another thousand and three. Because Lin came to apologize to someone again. This time they replaced the sliding door...
Later, the Dragon God girl was jointly issued a ban by her whole family, and she was strictly prohibited from going shopping alone...
Ilson is the weirdest one among the five. It’s hard for me to determine whether he is sincerely causing trouble or just committing a crime: he has been pretending to be a work of art in front of the Louvre these past two days, painting himself all white.
It's been a long time walking to that stop, and no one has seen it yet...
That's how hard he can get.
Because my brother is getting more and more out of the circle, Monina has been sharpening her two shadow bayonets in the yard every night for the past two days. I guess Ilson may be in trouble, but I can't bear to see it.
I was watching the scene of brother and sister fighting each other, so I kept pretending not to see it...
Cyndia has been living here for three or four days. It seems that the little girl is used to the life here. She seems very happy every day. She has successfully got along with Xiaobubu and Xiaodeng. The future princess alliance is now beginning to take shape.
The prototype. She runs around with a bunch of little dolls at home all day long. I am not worried about the child's safety. It's just a little unexpected: I didn't expect that after Cyndia moved from the magnificent Father's Temple to a small bedroom of 20 square meters,
She didn't feel uncomfortable at all. You must know that Miss Lin once said: If she wakes up and sees the ceiling less than four meters away from her, but she has to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and cry silently, she will feel like she has been exiled from the whole world.
——So from this it seems that the eldest lady is indeed hypocritical, even the princesses of the gods are thicker than her.
Now Cyndia is going out with her sister Bingtis again. It is said that she went to watch the huskies and Beibei fight on the street. For a princess of the God Clan, her daily life is to eat, sleep and watch dogs fight. Moreover, she is a senior leader of the God Clan.
Accompanied by cadres, I watched a dog fight. I really don’t know what the expressions of those people in the God Realm would be if they found out. They would probably have no expression at all... Was it a huge mistake for Xingchen to entrust his daughter to him? I
I feel that I am definitely more reliable in raising children, but the growing environment here is really not optimistic. If young Washington is going to grow up with a group of naughty kids like mine, then he may be able to chop down more than just cherry trees with his axe...
Speaking of Bingtis and Cindia, one has to lament the wonders of the Gods in terms of time and lifespan. In addition to strength, the endless lifespan brings them more pain in the balls - Sister Bing and Cindia are almost the same.
Years old, the two of them were childhood playmates, and now Bingtis has become a busty female gangster who can lead a bunch of boys to smash things all over the world, but Cyndia has just been able to eat at the table because the latter doesn't want to grow up...
…The protoss’ arbitrary attitude towards life is really unbearable to look at.
I stretched out and looked at the sky outside the window. As summer approaches, the days are getting longer and longer. I still remember that it was almost dark at this o'clock a month ago, but now it is still sunny outside.
A fox-eared girl with a lot of tails was lying on the lawn outside. Together with the slightly tilted sunlight on the horizon, they formed a fantasy picture. The warm breeze blew, and the fox girl's ears trembled twice, and then
I saw her leaping up with great agility, jumping up... to catch butterflies.
The nine-tailed demon fox, who was almost turning into a husky, pinched his trophy with satisfaction, then used magic to create a small transparent ball, put the butterfly inside, and made something like an ecological ball.
She began to toss the ecological ball up and down with her tail, amusing herself. I watched for a long time through the window, and finally came to the conclusion: Qian Qian's plan to train this fox to catch the Frisbee can be resumed.
Yes, the current success rate is almost 100%...
"What a carefree guy. I feel a little envious when I see him."
I sighed silently and returned my attention to the work in front of me.
There were reports from various departments in front of him, including the research and development progress of the test project, reports of several battles that occurred in the border areas, and daily situation reports in the macro world. When these things were sent up from various basic departments,
After a large amount of scattered information has been processed by high-level departments such as the Space and Time Administration, headquarters, and research centers, what is sent to him is already very streamlined, and most of the reports that are not urgent enough will be handed over to the lower-level departments themselves.
Processing, and what is brought to me are usually things that I must personally deal with. But even so, the mess in front of me still makes me dizzy - every time at this time, I can't help but start to fantasize about looking for flowers and willows again.
. A happy life of traveling around and having sex. When do you think you will be like the emperors and generals in TV novels and live a life where you don’t have to think about anything except having a partner?
"Brother Junjun, um... did you listen to me?"
Suddenly a soft and calm voice came from beside me, which pulled my thoughts back from another dimension. I turned around hurriedly and saw Alaya tilting his head and staring at me closely, with the wings behind him swaying slightly. This meant that she
I have maintained this posture for a long time.
"Oh, oh, I know, it's about the construction progress of Celestial City," I nodded quickly, although I was distracted for a moment. Fortunately, it wasn't too serious, and I still remembered what I was currently dealing with, "So,
All the basic industries needed to mass-produce angels have been restored, and Kite... Alleria has also successfully repaired a military production facility, which is good news..."
"This has been reported. Brother Jun, please don't get distracted, okay," Alaya said with a dull expression - by the way. Even if she wanted to complain, her expression was still like this, which is really nerve-wracking.
I can't get up, "I'm talking about the reorganization of the legions. Now that some caster soldiers have been incorporated into the First and Sixth Legions, should the reorganization work of other legions also be put on the agenda? In addition, spellcasting
The problem of the equipment needed by the pilot has just been solved, but various superior facilities and equipment may not be in place for a while. The arcane starship currently manufactured will definitely not be able to cope with the frontal battlefield. If we have to wait for these things to take shape, it will probably take a long time...
…Our battles with the enemy are becoming more and more frequent. According to the original plan, we have to wait until the military structure of the mysterious department is basically formed before we can expose them. Now it seems..."
After hearing this, I already understood what was going on. I waved my hand and said, "To put it simply, the repair work of the upper-level production facilities has encountered a bottleneck and failed to keep up with the expected progress. The fallen apostles' actions have increased in scope and exceeded expectations. Continue
Hiding the power of the mysterious system may not achieve the intended effect, and... I'm afraid it's almost impossible to hide it, right?"
Alaya raised her wings slightly: this was probably her shrug: "Yes, Brother Jun."
"Well, originally this is something that cannot be hidden forever," I nodded, "but don't worry about this. Go tell Alleria and let her continue her work. I will take care of other things."
Discuss with Sandora..."
Just when I was halfway through my words, I heard a loud noise coming from the yard. I turned around and saw that it was the God Clan princess and the senior God Clan cadre who had gone out to watch a dog fight.
The movement of the army came. Cyndia was holding a large bag of colorful snacks in her hands, and Bingtis was carrying a brand new small bag. Seeing this scene, I knew that these two people would never go out for a trip.
It's as simple as watching dogs fight... They don't feel bad at all if they dare to spend other people's money.
"Hey! Chen, I'm back!" Bingtis' figure disappeared from the yard in an instant, and then appeared directly in front of me. She was still yelling carelessly while taking out two fried cakes from her bag and handing them over, "
Here it is, I bought it on the way back, you seem to like this, right?"
I watched dumbfounded as Bingtis took out the fried cakes from the bag and exclaimed loudly: "You use LV's bag to hold fried cakes?!"
"Look carefully, it's l√," Bingtis waved her hand nonchalantly, "I am a person who knows how to live a good life."
I:"……"
"Ah, are you at work?" The female hooligan finally noticed the work I was doing and immediately showed a surprised look, "This is really a distant thing for me... Okay, I won't bother you.
I’m going to ask Anweina for something to eat…”
When she followed, Bingtis disappeared into the room in a flash, going her own way. But she left Cyndia behind. The little girl stood at the door holding a plastic bag of colorful snacks, blinking curiously.
The big eyes were looking at me, with half a piece of greasy spicy tofu in my mouth. I couldn't help but frown: "Cindia, it's not good for your health to eat these snacks all the time."
"No," Cynthia said, tearing open another pack of shrimp crackers, "I am a god. Gods can't be poisoned."
As soon as she finished speaking, a small white figure suddenly flashed past the side. By the time she reacted, the snack bag in her hand was already more than half empty, and there was only a faint cheer left in the air:
"Guacridine——"
Cynthia: "...What? What just happened?"
"Snack Thief Little Bubble," I covered my forehead, feeling that my working hours might be over, "you have to be careful of that elusive girl. She can get anything she likes. It's too late to chase her now.
Maybe she hasn’t torn the packaging yet.”
Cyndia exclaimed, turned around and rushed out. I sighed deeply and Alaya and I were speechless. But a moment later, the door was pushed open again with a bang. Cyndia ran away with little bubbles on her shoulders.
When I came back, the latter had a package of unopened potato chips in her mouth, chewing it with gusto. Cyndia loudly revealed to me: "Uncle! She ate the package together!"
"Guacri!" Little Bubble was carried on Cyndia's shoulders, and she didn't feel anything strange at all. She raised the potato chips in her hand that had been bitten off half with the packaging, and waved happily to this side,
"Dad! Hug!"
"I knew I couldn't let Sandora take care of the child!"
I was hurriedly holding Little Bubbles and trying to pull the plastic bag out of her mouth. Cyndia was watching beside me, thoughtfully: "Uncle's house... is really lively..."
Has this become the mantra of the God Clan princess here?!
The two naughty kids had completely ruined my working time. I looked at the information on hand and found that half of it had been processed. Most of the rest needed to be discussed with Sandora, so I let out a sigh of relief and settled in smoothly.
He carried Little Bubble on his shoulders and walked outside, while saying to Cyndia who was following suit beside him: "By the way, Cyndia, I'll take you to Celestial City tomorrow to see..."
Just when I was halfway through what I said, I heard a loud "bang" sound coming from above. I felt a tremor on my shoulders at the same time. Then a large piece of cement fell down with half of the door beam, and I looked up blankly.
After taking a look, I found that the wooden beam on the door frame was gone, and there was a head-shaped gap left in the cement wall above. Little Bubble was holding a head of white dust, and looked forward with wide eyes, as if he was startled.
She didn't react yet, but soon the little girl knew what to do: she started to cry at the top of her lungs.
Next, I was educated by the whole family for more than ten minutes... Paopao sternly condemned my mindless behavior of carrying the child through the door. Anweina took the tools to repair the study door, and Paopao was lightly
Qianla went to take a shower. I turned my head in confusion and looked at the little doll sitting opposite the sofa, reading comics with gusto: "I usually carry this girl around on my shoulders, but why haven't I hit the door?"
The little doll immediately jumped onto the armrest of the sofa, clamped the armrest with its legs, leaned back and made a fairly standard iron bridge posture: "I react quickly, and I avoid it like this every time - you idiot, you have hit me before
Have you forgotten what happened once? You didn't take it seriously after that time, but I paid attention."
At dusk, we saw off Miss Lin who left on time after dinner, and led a group of children to rest on the lawn in the yard. Bingtis started to take the whole family of winged people to dry their wings again... Oh,
At this hour, we should not be drying our wings, we should be drying them. A bunch of angels and gods were there saying "One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four, change the direction, do it again." The two could not be repeated. The nine-tailed fox finally had enough.
Her ecological ball released the dizzy butterfly that was almost frightened to death, and crept into the house, probably going to the kitchen to steal something. I sat on the wicker chair, like a retired cadre.
He put a pot of warm tea at hand and spread out the Shadow City News Weekly in front of him, reading the report that the dwarves and the halflings of Vidis were preparing to join forces to form a basketball team in the Shadow City. Occasionally, he raised his eyelids to look at the doll heads next to him.
A group of kids found something fun again today. After Lilina suggested, they started a soap bubble blowing competition... God knows why they suddenly became interested in this matter. Anyway, they seemed to be quite enjoying themselves, even...
Even Pandora, who looked blank and didn't care about anything, was pulled over by her twin sister. I lowered my head and looked at the armrest of the wicker chair. There was also a little participant here, and Dingdang was holding her little cup in a similar manner.
She followed the example of blowing bubbles, but her method was a bit special. She took a big sip, then opened her mouth to blow a small bubble, took another big sip, and blew another bubble... She just "blowed" six or seven
, she really couldn't drink anymore, and started rolling on the armrest with her belly in her arms, and finally fell to the grass with a thud.
I picked up the little thing, held it head down, and gave her some empty water.
The colorful soap bubbles reflect the orange-red glow and rise slowly into the sky. The bubbles blown by the little crow are probably the most distinctive among all: there is a little crow in each of her soap bubbles.
...I don't know how that girl did it.
I suddenly felt something in my heart, and felt apologetic. These children (at least most of them) who were born in the war and have been with the war all their lives, can finally have a moment of peace and enjoy the few times a year with their families. For them, the time spent playing together, having their family members by their side after returning from the battlefield, even blowing soap bubbles for half an hour, is probably a luxurious memory. I no longer dare to count how many days I have in a year now. I spent time on the front line and in a different world where problems occurred. I only knew that "coming home from get off work" was now regarded by Little Bubbles and Little Dolls as if it were a festival. It was a time that ordinary people enjoyed every day. Children like me But enjoy it as an anniversary...
However, this kind of life has to continue, just as a person must pay a price for everything he enjoys - I lowered my head and looked at the short message from the other side of the void.