Chapter 1369 A little embarrassing letter exchange
As soon as I got home, I started writing to Father God - of course, I knew that there was a more convenient way of communication between the God Realm and the Shadow City. I used Dingdang's Temple (that is, the God Realm's Embassy in the Empire) as a relay and dialed the internal line.
Transfer to the manual station 100100, answer the voice prompt of channel A, and dial No. 2 to directly contact God the Father: if he happens to be at home. But if it is a non-emergency situation, we actually prefer to write each other a note. This is from God the Father at the beginning.
As a habit, he often asked Bingtis to bring me one or two small notes torn from Cyndia or Jiadi's homework to convey greetings, and then I was infected by him...
Anyway, I have to leave in a few days, so I might as well write a letter.
Little Paopao is doing homework on the coffee table next to her: she is also a student studying at Imperial College now. Although she is wandering around in different grades and classes, she still learned some things, such as writing when she comes home from school.
Homework, and more than 20,000 words "morning" were carved on the outer wall of the preschool teaching building - okay, the little girl obviously misunderstood something during class, but at least she remembered "doing homework" correctly.
The sight of my precious daughter lying on the coffee table and studying made me happy. This was probably the most fulfilling moment for me as a father. Little Bubble grabbed the pen in a non-standard posture and muttered:
She was writing and drawing there, and I couldn't help but lean over to see what she was writing. When I saw it, I almost cried with emotion: the first half of the page was filled with drawings of little tortoises, and the second half of the page was the design of the fortress firepower platform.
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This is very similar to my homework when I was in elementary school, except that I drew the little tortoise on the first half of the page and the big tortoise on the second half of the page... From this point of view, Little Paopao is more diligent and studious than her father.
, the children of the imperial family are really capable in their homework.
Which bastard taught Little Paopao how to draw a tortoise!
"Guacridine?" Little Bubble noticed that the light above was blocked, looked up and found that I was looking at her. She immediately became happy and shouted happily, holding her homework in front of me, "Dad! Look!"
"Oh," I touched the little girl's head, "How about I tear up a piece of paper and send it to your uncle Xingchen?"
The little girl nodded happily, so I carefully tore off a piece of paper with the little tortoise on it from the front of the homework (making sure not to tear off the little girl's serious homework - although I doubted whether any teacher could check the drawings she drew.
), wrote on the back with a letterhead, and crumpled up the draft I had written on ordinary letter paper and threw it aside: I'd better keep in line with the big brother. Writing letters using my daughter's homework paper seems to give me a sense of accomplishment.
"My friend Xingchen: I haven't seen you for many days and I miss you so much. I hope everything goes well in the past few days and we are separated by the void... I can't drag it down anymore, so the following is Zheng: I will go to your place in a few days. Bingtis uses
There was an accident in the magic, and now I am in a very awkward situation. I don’t know much about the magic. I would like to ask you to help me take a look. In addition, there are some things about the Xiling ancestors and the home world. I hope the gods can help investigate. Maybe
Your giant database of information is used. It is said that the giant database cannot be opened until it is prepared in advance, so I sent you a letter to inform you in advance...
"Attached is a painting of a little girl called Bubbles. Although the little girl has subtle cognitive problems in various aspects, so that she, a girl, learned to draw little tortoises on homework, but her drawings are very similar to those of my time.
Style, so attached. Have fun with friends.
"PS: On the other side, there are those biscuits with legs and heads."
Finally, I wrote down the date of signing, and looked at my handwriting with satisfaction. Except for the name, it looked normal, and the other parts were basically as if they had been encrypted. As I vomited, I thought that I should really practice this handwriting...
"Bingtis! Help me deliver a message to the God Realm -" I yelled in the direction of the second floor out of habit, and then I realized that the female gangster was stuck with me, and the words of Sister Bing also rang in my mind.
Depressed voice: "I'm yelling at you, I'm here!"
I am used to it. Because Bingtis is usually responsible for running back and forth between the God Realm and the capital of the empire, delivering news and bringing some specialties or bringing some personal gifts to the leaders of both sides - for example, he is always
She secretly ate the leek box for Father God on the road. When did that female gangster become the messenger between the Gods and the Empire? When I thought about it, I realized that there were many things that had been bothering Bingdi.
Si was running around, not only to communicate with the gods, but also occasionally when there was a shortage of manpower, she was asked to run across the void to rescue the scene. There were things that she couldn't understand, and she was frightened to death by this experience more than once.
The female hooligan preached, and everyone in the family was used to consulting Bingtis when they encountered life problems: although her solutions were always very rough, her sermons were always very effective.
Although Bingtis always gave people the impression of being idle, but now she has really turned into a stuck "idler", and I slowly remembered what she did on weekdays, just this careless guy
She doesn't know how to show off her actions, and everyone takes her running around for granted, at least that's how I am.
Now, even to send a letter to the God Realm, I have to find someone else temporarily.
"What are you thinking?" Bingtis noticed that I was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting, "Let Lin deliver the message! That girl is the fastest runner in the Dingdang team, why don't you just let her go -
If I can't move, you can't think of others, right?"
"Oh, you don't know that I'm slow-minded," I quickly nodded and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Lin!"
An unclear response from the Dragon God Girl came from the yard, and then I heard a loud bang from the door, and Lin appeared in front of me like a golden whirlwind. She still looked cool on such a cold day.
She is wearing a little outfit, a small waistcoat, a short leather skirt, and even strappy sandals on her feet. It seems like it is time to remind this stupid dragon to pay attention to the weather changes. Whether she is cold or not is another matter. What if you take her with you?
What should I do if someone calls the police when I go out and accuses me of bullying an intellectually disabled underage girl? Lin’s brain forgets to pretend to be disguised every now and then...
The Dragon God girl is holding a big pair of gardening shears in her right hand. It seems that she was helping Anweina to plant a flower bush just now. She is holding the door of our house with her left hand. It seems...it seems that the door of our house needs to be replaced again.
"Send this to the God Realm." I handed over the "letter" in my hand. I felt something was wrong when I saw the door that the Dragon God Girl had pulled down. So I rummaged around in my pocket for a while and handed the letter and a few letters to Xingchen.
Such small snacks were placed in a small box of astrology stone. The small box was placed in the password box. The password box was placed in the military aircraft safe. The military aircraft safe was also covered with a layer of charged armor. With a solemn expression, he placed the already tall person in the safe.
The box that could withstand the end of the world was pushed in front of the girl with strange powers, "Well, Sister Long, you must handle it with care. This Father God personally..."
Linlai was timid, and this time she was directly frightened by the large number of safe deposit boxes and the words "God Father". She threw the gardening shears and my front door aside, and almost trembled at me.
The box she pushed was put into her own space. When she looked up again, she had a look of death on her face. I'm afraid this girl is going to send this letter with the mentality of bravely entering the gate of the abyss: look at her eyes,
That was the look in my eyes when I took the initiative to go to the Academic Affairs Office to take the blame when I smashed the dean's glass.
"Um, don't be nervous, I'm just afraid that your hand will be too strong and damage the letter and snacks." I felt that it was necessary to let this timid and abnormal Dragon God girl relax, so while saying this, I came out of the portable space again.
He took out a small pocket of muffins baked by Anweina and stuffed them in. "This is for you to eat on the way. Go early and come back early."
The Dragon God girl nodded happily, turned around and opened the portal to the World Tree Grand Temple and left: A pack of snacks can be bought like this, and it's not a loss at all if you are usually bullied.
Bingtis watched the whole process. At this time, he couldn't help shouting: "Damn! Could it be more unfair? I usually run so many times for you, but you haven't even given me any dry food on the way. How come you are doing this in such a muddle-headed way?"
My little dragon has some snacks to eat! You just want to pamper a girl who is cute and soft-tempered, right?"
I chuckled in the spiritual connection: "Tell yourself, how little do you usually eat on the road? I asked you to carry a bottle of soy sauce to Father God and you secretly drank half of the bottle to taste it - you and Sandra are really
It’s worthy of being played together tens of millions of years ago.”
Then Bingtis fell silent.
"Do you want to bring someone with you to the God Realm this time?" My sister saw that I had finished my work. She handed over a peeled orange and asked softly, "How long will it take to go?"
"I'm alone... I just need to bring Bingtis with me, just as a drop-in," I gave Little Bubble a piece of orange and watched the little girl suck it like a squirrel holding a pine cone.
Juice said casually, "They will probably stay there for three to five days to see what they can find from those ancient giants. The age of the Xiling people... that is enough for the gods to reach ancient times."
, I’m afraid it will take a while to find information. By the way, we also need to solve Bingtis’s problem..."
There are only these two things that need to be solved when going to the God Realm. Thinking about it this way, what I have to face is quite an easy journey.
"By the way, let me remind you, take my body with you when you leave," Bingtis suddenly said in my mind, "Losing control of divine magic may not necessarily mean that there is a problem with the soul. It is best to take your body with you."
Upper body."
I raised my head and looked across from the long coffee table. Bingtis' body was sitting there dignifiedly, with an expressionless face, eyes slightly closed, hands folded on his thighs, and ankle-length silver hair hanging down his back.
Open, like a silver waterfall, the winter sunshine shines on her body, and I don’t know if the holy light in the goddess’ body resonates with it, making her whole body surrounded by a layer of halo. This is silence.
The version of Bingtis is as beautiful as a porcelain doll, but lifeless.
This body could still feel the gazes around her and could respond to them a little, so she followed my gaze and raised her head slightly, looking here blankly.
"How about it, I'm very beautiful, right?" Bingtis's soul said loudly in my mind, "Oh mom, it turns out that I am so beautiful from this perspective, I thought that I really have no femininity at all.
Well - tell the truth, are you fascinated, are you fascinated..."
Without saying a word, I took out a large piece of tarpaulin and went up to cover Bingtis (body) from head to toe.
"Hey, let me go, what are you doing!"
"It's glaring, cover it to block the light."
Lin's action efficiency was very fast. She came back from the God Realm that afternoon, and brought back many gifts: they were all brought here by God Father, including snacks special to the God Realm and some other strange gadgets.
You can tell at a glance that it was given to a bunch of naughty children here. She also sent a reply written by Father God. I stuffed a piece of special honey produced by the Goddess of Life Temple into my mouth and shook the picture open.
Letter paper with little stars and squares on it: This thing must have been torn off by Father God from his daughter’s homework. We two brothers are completely in tune with each other in this regard.
"My friend Chen Jun has received the painting he sent. It's very creative, but I don't understand what the annotation on the back of the painting means..."
I:"……"
Bingtis laughed like crazy in my mind in an instant: "Pfft hahaha! Look at your broken words like a dog chewing! Father God is blind..."
I lowered my head and buried my head deeply in my crotch. What's wrong with the ugly writing? Only my name and the words "read" are written decently. What's wrong? Do you know Picasso? Do you know Van Gogh? You
Do you know Malevich? Well, what I wrote may be a little more difficult to understand than the paintings they drew. But I think the more important reason is that the father has poor eyesight...
"Um..." Lin looked at me carefully, as if she was afraid that she would be bullied because of something she did wrong. I waved to her feebly and asked my sister to help me write a new note, which made the Dragon God girl run away again.
Fang: It’s really hard work for this honest girl.
After Lin left, I went to the second floor and found Sandora who was reviewing the matter in her room. It was time to have a good discussion with her about the ancestors.
Shandora's room was transformed by herself to look like a starship command center. The four walls were covered with various terminals and projection equipment. When I entered, she was surrounded by a lot of dazzling holographic images.
They are all plans or new research and development materials uploaded below that need to be reviewed by the emperor. I also saw the design drawings of the next generation abyssal submersible ship and a strange-looking catamaran battleship: this should be something submitted by Tavel.
Shandora looked up and saw me, and a happy smile immediately appeared on her face: "Arjun, here you come, let's take a look at this - Tavel combined a small disassembly generator and a weapon carrying platform, a rough prototype of the new spaceship
That’s it…”
She pointed at the weird-looking catamaran spaceship and said happily. It turned out that it was what Tavel had said before, a new type of warship specially designed for the small disassembly generator (Genesis). I was very moved when I saw the concept drawing of the spaceship.
:Tavel finally followed my advice and didn’t design a spaceship that looked like a coffin. It looked like two coffins...
"Um..." I tried to divert my eyes away from the two coffins lined up side by side, thinking that Tavel would probably not be able to change her aesthetics in this life. I should stop trying too hard in this regard, "It's about the spaceship.
I’ll talk about it later. Today I mainly want to talk to you about my ancestors. I met Anseth this morning, and other ancestors who have just completed their resurrection..."
I talked for a full thirty minutes, pouring out everything I saw in the morning and what I had thought before. I knew that Sandora’s previous attitude towards the ancestors and the decisions she made were all out of good intentions, and in Xiling Apostle
From my perspective, these are "no problem", but as the saying goes, if the authorities are obsessed with it and care about it, even the empress, who is wise and thoughtful, sometimes fails to think carefully, so I have to remind her all at once to make her realize that her ancestors are not only creations, but also creations.
In addition to those who work, there is still a group of mortals who are very fragile physically and mentally.
Shandora didn't interrupt from beginning to end, but listened quietly with a thoughtful expression, occasionally nodding slightly. After I finished everything, she stood up and poured me some water, and then she said, "So...that's it.
"
"I was expecting you to think of this by yourself," I took the water cup and drank most of it in one go. "Bingtis was right what he said at the beginning. Resurrecting the ancestors was a very reckless move. To resurrect a few of the extinct ethnic groups.
With a few people, it can easily become a kind of torture for them. Although the apostle is the successor of Xilingming, but now you see, in addition to the presentation relationship, there is also a "compatriot" element between the apostle and the Xiling people.
What?"
Shandora turned off a lot of projections in the room, and the surroundings suddenly became refreshed. She sat back at her desk and sighed softly: "Ajun, actually I know everything, and I have also imagined what would happen if I was
What would it be like to be frozen for a trillion years, and then be awakened by a group of strange beings in a completely strange environment, and then end my life... It's just that I don't think as much as you think, and I can't really empathize with that fate...
Sorry, I didn't think carefully."
I was surprised because I thought it would take a lot of effort to change her mind: Her Majesty the Queen's decision-making has always been as indestructible as steel, but I didn't expect her to nod so easily. You said I had prepared it for two hours before.
What to do with the manuscript...
"Well," I scratched my hair, "Now I have asked my ancestors to sort out the voyage logs from that year. In addition, I plan to relax the travel restrictions on them. If they are accompanied by royal guards, they should be willing to wander around the Shadow City.
It’s no problem, what do you think?”
"Listen to you," Sandora breathed out loudly and waved her hands vigorously, "I won't care too much about this matter anymore. You are right. I always measure my ancestors by apostles or even higher standards.
, but it’s a kind of torture for them.”
"...You're not going to give up on yourself after being hit, right?" I couldn't help but step forward and pinch Sandora's face.
"Chai Wuyu (no)!" Sandora forcefully opened my paw, "It's just that what you said is right, so I have to listen. Isn't that what being a partner means? Supporting each other, correcting each other, you are me
The other half, I am your...um..."
Speaking of this, Sandora paused: "Well, I am one-third of your other half..."
Me: "...You don't have to do calculations carefully at this time!"
"Damn, it's so stressful to be stuck here," Bingtis's voice suddenly cut in, "You two, pay attention, there's a passive light bulb here."
I almost forgot that this female gangster is still here!