Miriel complained in her mouth, but took off the soft whip on her waist, flicking her wrist and making a crisp 'snap' sound.
"Let me confirm again. Do you really want me to use ten thousand whips on you? Although I don't have any strange hobbies, it still hurts when the whip hits someone."
"What are you thinking about? I just think I may have found a way to crack your illusory whip shadow..." Before Li Zheng finished speaking, he looked straight at the soft whip in Miriel's hand: "Where is this weapon of yours?"
Coming?"
"Where did it come from?" Miriel showed a strange expression: "This thing has always been hanging on me, have you forgotten?"
"Of course I know that I have been hanging on you, but the problem is... Oh, I remembered it." Li Zheng remembered that when he went to register the weapon information, Sakura and Miriel were waiting for him not far away, so Miriel
The soft whip that I left on my body was ignored.
Maybe... those registrars regarded the soft whip as some kind of decoration or... organ on Miriel's body?
Like a tail or something?
"Ignore that for now, use all your strength to return the clan with ten thousand whips!" Li Zheng stood attentively. If he guessed correctly, he should be able to see through the shadow of the whip created by Miriel's mental power.
"good."
Miriel waved his hand, and whip shadows appeared all over the sky, whipping around Li Zheng.
Li Zheng concentrated his attention and saw that the whip shadow in the air gradually became less and less, and finally there was only one left.
"At this!"
Li Zheng stretched out his hand and grasped the power point of the soft whip directly, cracking Miriel's most proud move.
The whip shadows all over the sky disappeared instantly.
"How can this be!"
Miriel was stunned for a moment, with disbelief written all over his face.
It took her decades of research to complete the trick of returning to the sect with ten thousand whips, but Li Zheng cracked it so easily?
"Xu has left me a big trouble and a treasure at the same time..." Li Zheng sighed and let go of the soft whip.
Miriel thought for a moment and said, "Can your weapon drawings still be made? If possible, give me a barbed whip."
Li Zheng's expression froze, Miriel was preparing to act like a human being...
He searched for the blueprint page but could not find it, and said to Miriel: "After entering the outer city, there will be no system interface. I will change a weapon for you when I go to the matrix or when I leave the outer city.
"
"Okay, it's almost time to eat. I'm going to cook." Mireel hung the soft whip back on his waist and walked towards the stove.
Li Zhengze continued the learning process with Lao Pu, and the fingers that clicked on the handheld computer almost had residual images.
Soon, Miriel came over and asked Li Zheng to come over for dinner. They had three classic dishes and one soup, and the portions of each dish were quite large.
Li Zheng was eating his meal, thoughtfully.
Miriel asked: "What? It's not to your liking?"
"That's not true." Li Zheng put down the bowl and chopsticks and pointed at Xiaoying: "I just feel that if we continue to eat like this, the ingredients will not be replenished, and we will be left with nothing."
"But didn't you just exchange a lot of money with that old man?" Miriel pointed in Kanger's direction: "We don't have enough ingredients, can we just buy them?"
"No……"
Li Zheng shook his head: "I just suddenly thought that although there are killings every day in the matrix, all living materials can be obtained with one's own hands. However, although the outer city is peaceful, it is difficult to move without money. For a moment, I actually missed being there.
Days in the Matrix. You said, if life is a survival game, is it more difficult in the Matrix or in the outer city?"
"Of course it is..." Miriel opened her mouth to say that it was in the matrix, but then she thought about it and thought it was more difficult in the outer city, so she stopped.
"The planet I used to live on, I had no worries about food and drink, and as long as I had money I could travel all over the world." Li Zheng recalled: "But is it really free? If it is really free, why do so many people still write fictional novels?
How about seeking solace in online articles? Some people specifically choose so-called 'survival' online articles to read, thinking that the world there should be more miserable than their own, but they don't know that the most miserable life is always their own life...
…”
"In their twenties and thirties, they have nothing. Houses and cars are all pressure, and whether they can find a partner is still a problem. Just their daily work is enough to bend their backs. If they are unlucky and get some chronic disease, they have to live every day.
Under the shadow of death, I am afraid that I will never wake up if I fall asleep."
"Isn't this more difficult than the so-called survival game?"
Miriel raised her eyelids and thought for a moment: "I have never experienced what you said, so I don't have much resonance. But if life is really like what you said, the pressure of survival will indeed be higher."
"Yes... I have never experienced... such happiness." Li Zheng sighed: "On our planet, some people have never experienced it. They were born with a silver spoon in their mouths and received the highest level of education since childhood.
I never know what pressure is. Even if your academic performance is not good, you can still use your money to buy a golden opportunity to study abroad."
"There are also people whose elders are politicians with superior status in society. With these resources, they can even get scholarships set up by universities or government subsidies for poor students. The most outrageous thing is that they spend the country's money
They have money, but they are insulting their own country abroad, as if the country owes them that money."
"You said, with the existence of these people, what is the meaning of the survival of those below who are not as good as them?"
"It's meaningless. Why do I feel like you're scolding me?" Miriel knocked on the plate, "Just tell me whether you want to eat it or not."
"Eat." Li Zheng picked up the bowl and chopsticks again: "You have cooked it, I will definitely eat it."
Seeing Li Zheng struggling to eat, Miriel said: "Look, life has never been meaningless. As long as you can still eat and drink while alive, that is the only meaning."
She picked up a piece of oily meat and put it into her mouth, chewing it while saying: "As long as you can still enjoy delicious food, as long as you can still breathe fresh air, as long as there is... the care of people around you, doesn't this life have meaning?
Yet?"
Li Zheng stopped and was in a daze for a while, and then said: "When the mental storm is resolved one day and I find a way to go back, I must open a restaurant in our house. At least let people enjoy the impact of delicious food on life."
significance."
"..." Miriel's mouth bulged, and after a while she asked: "When you leave the matrix, will you lose your storage space? With your cooking skills, what delicious food do you think you can make?"
Hearing this, Li Zheng's expression froze.
That's right, my cooking skills are only so-so, and the dishes I usually put out that cause a stir are all the result of the stove. When the stove is gone, who will I be?
