Chapter five hundred and ninety fifth collect specialties along the way
In the Southern Cross Arm of the Milky Way, somewhere in an ordinary star system, human civilization is thriving on the fourth Earth-like planet orbiting the star.
Early in the morning, the sun shines through the morning fog into the wooden house next to the black pine forest, making it pale and weak. Lying on the bed by the window is a strong blacksmith.
Andy Anvil managed to open his eyes. It was another new day, a day without any disturbance. There was a musty smell on the linen bedding. He was used to it, and he even felt that this smell had penetrated deeply into his own body.
, just like those salted cheeses, the salty taste penetrates into the bones, and it seems that one bite can melt through the tongue.
He sat up and leaned against the window edge, wrapping the quilt around him again. His wife had already gotten up, but there was no trace of her. The fire pit was not lit. It was cold and wet indoors where there was no sunlight, and the ground seemed to be covered with fog.
It was as thick as mist, and the farm tools he had laid were leaning against the opposite wall, the cold metal light shining like stars.
Andy warmed his palms and pressed them on his lower back. Swinging a hammer was not an easy task, and swinging a wife was even more difficult. He was a blacksmith, not a forger.
In a few days, I will deliver the customized farm tools to the customer's home.
He poked his head out of the window and saw his wife in a linen skirt on the hillside to the north fetching water. He silently watched her carrying the bucket and slowly walking back along the thin path, with morning dew on both sides.
The long grass soaked the hem of her skirt.
The woman is back.
Andy asked: "Has Jimmy gotten up yet?"
"He's still snoozing. I called him."
"Tell him, if he doesn't get up, I'm going to kick his ass." Andy frowned, and his body finally warmed up. He lifted the quilt, and his dirty body was mostly covered with hair, and a thin strip of hair hung around his waist.
white cotton cloth.
The wife went out to the woodshed next door, and then the son's cry sounded like a pig being killed.
When the son got up, Andy rushed him to do some errands. Andy had to continue to work hard and eat two meals a day.
This is an ordinary and simple day of a country blacksmith.
It was also Andy's last day. That night, before going to bed, he saw meteors streaking across the night sky, all falling on the horizon. Two hours later, he was surrounded by a group of brass-colored iron men.
He was lifted from the bed and dragged all the way to the center of the village. The ground was full of corpses and the ditches were filled with blood. He saw the women being put into flying iron boxes, while the rest, people like him, were put on the spot.
slaughter.
Andy was pressed to his knees on the ground, the butcher's knife flashed coldly in the darkness, his childish son's head rolled on the ground not far away, and fell into a pit, floating on the ground washed by blood, and his wife screamed
The sound was far away, and he wasn't sure if it was
It was his wife's voice. He looked up again. On the horizon, where the meteor fell, a giant straight-branched metal tree vaguely rose. It was shrouded in blue light. The shining twins sang in the air with their hands together, that hazy brilliance.
Just like the white fish belly in the diffuse morning light.
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In the Sagittarius spiral arm of the Milky Way, somewhere in an ordinary star system, human civilization is thriving on the fifth Earth-like planet surrounding the star.
The sun shines through the brown haze into the southwest corner of the dilapidated old concrete building.
Cheng Pingke woke up from his sleep. He fumbled with the bandage on his ribs and found that there was no further bleeding. He was sure that he survived.
The early morning light shines through the broken window glass blurred by black grease and hits the ground, forming a pillar of light filled with dust and smoke. The thin wind blows, and the tiny dust also moves around, like a dandelion, like a graceful ballet dancer.
The hem of the skirt. Cheng Pingke enjoyed this scene.
A woman in a short black leather skirt who was hiding in the shadows came out, her high heels as red as a wet cherry making an echoing clicking sound.
"Tingpingke, even the pursuit last night didn't put you in a desperate situation. You are truly worthy of being the famous White Dragonfly in the alliance."
The man asked: "Do you have any cigarettes?"
"Smoking affects the body's recovery." She said as she took out a women's cigar, "Are you used to it?"
"Okay." Cheng Pingke took the cigar and lightly drew a circle around the tip with his right index finger. The air hissed slightly and the head of the cigar fell. His facial expression relaxed and he held the cigar in his mouth.
Light the fire and the cigar will ignite spontaneously.
"Has your airflow control reached level six?" The woman was a little surprised.
"Those who can't kill me will only make me stronger." Cheng Pingke grinned and blew out half a ring of smoke.
Applause came from the door of the building, and a man with yellow hair in a white air force uniform shuffled in, "That's very well said, little insect."
The woman's delicate complexion quickly turned pale, "Will General Han Fei actually participate in a small operation of this level?"
Sheng Pingke's face became even uglier, and he couldn't tell whether it was due to injury or a bad mood.
"Hand over the scroll of the Beast God, and your family will be able to live with one wife, two mistresses, six children and two dogs." Han Feiqi is a pragmatic person. He spent a lot of money on the task he took over early this morning.
A full three hours were spent arresting all the target's family members.
"Sir, are you just trying to take away the treasure I risked my life to steal for nothing?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to afford the reward for a bastard like you."
"Then aren't you afraid that I will use up my prayers here?"
"You don't have miraculous blood, so you can't pray to the beast god at all." Han Feiqi smiled, took out the phone from his pocket, pressed the speakerphone, and a young man yelled from the speaker, "Your answer is wrong. In this case,
Kill your eldest son first, you love him the most."
Cheng Pingke bit off the cigar, "Don't push people too hard!" He listened to the yelling on the other end of the phone turning into a cry of terror, and then fell silent after the sound of fallen leaves rustling in the wind.
"The answer is still wrong." Han Fei was happy, "Let's see how many relatives you have for you to care about. I'm not in a hurry."
The air was silent, and the distorted voice coming from the phone was like a photo taken in a dark room, and the scene seemed vaguely familiar.
Two pairs of jade-colored dragonfly wings suddenly appeared on Cheng Pingke's pale cheeks. This change made Han Feiqi sneer, "Are you going to fight me to the death?"
Taipingke sneered. A year ago, there were rumors that the national treasure of the Jinting Empire, the Picture of Beast Gods, was stolen by a group of unknown thieves. However, he got the picture from a young woman a week ago, and
That woman is the personal maid of the Princess of Jinting Empire.
The Beast God Scroll itself is unremarkable, but it is said that the person who obtains the scroll can pray to the Beast God as long as he has a miraculous bloodline, and no matter how ridiculous the wish is, all wishes will come true.
There are three wishes in total, and six thousand years of history, two wishes have been used. The first wish is to pray for the defeat of the enemy country, and sure enough, all the enemy generals died suddenly that day. The second wish is to pray for increased strength. The gods at that time
The Miracle Man is the only unparalleled powerhouse in history who possesses thirteenth-level superpowers.
Cheng Pingke put his hand on his chest, and a golden scroll flew out. The sunlight shone on the scroll. The beast god's body looked wild, and his three pairs of eyes seemed to be alive. This posture shocked the onlookers in the venue.
.
Could it be that this guy really has miraculous blood?
"I pray that all those who may be hostile to me will be eliminated."
As soon as he finished speaking, a willow leaf-shaped spaceship that looked like a mountain of pasta suddenly appeared above the city. The air waves were emptied. Then, the base opened and a torrent of steel poured out like rain.
