Chapter 124 Don't smash the world and ask for a monthly pass
Lingpingan stood at the door, watching the foreign guest, holding the book he just bought, gradually disappear into the mist.
He also felt like he was a little drunk.
He yawned.
Looking back, I saw the kitten Best lying on the blanket.
"Little guy!" He laughed and pulled down the rolling shutter door: "I call you greedy!"
But then again, without this little guy, I would have missed out on such delicious food.
"The United States of America!" Lingpingan pinched a spar again, threw it into his mouth, and quietly felt the sweet taste: "That must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!"
"There is a pastoral life in the fields, and there is a leisurely relaxation under the southern mountains..."
"If I have a chance, I might be able to go there and have a look..."
The pursuit of novelty is a common hobby of the people of the Federation.
After closing the door and extinguishing the lights, Lingpingan walked up the stairs holding the iron box.
He threw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
He yawned again, then walked to the bedroom, threw his head back, and fell into a sweet sleep.
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Elizabeth walked out of the fog and looked back to watch the fog dissipate little by little in front of her.
She raised the "Iron Bible" in her hand.
The Bible burst out with dazzling light, unfolding words full of truth one by one before her eyes.
At the same time, the other book on her body, the "Mechanical Gospel", seemed to be attracted by it, actively suspended, and also released the brilliance of steel.
The two radiances are intertwined and blend into each other.
Eventually both books began to melt.
Finally, it was combined into a book and fell into her hands.
The gospel of machinery began to sing: "Ring the bell once, push the lever, and start the piston and engine!"
And the steel Bible also began to shine with the light of truth.
It gave Elizabeth a deeper understanding and knowledge of the principles of steel and the truth of machinery.
She held this brand new holy book devoutly, the immortal holy book called "Mechanical Scripture".
Start heading towards her steel altar.
She knew how to upgrade this steel altar into a mechanical temple!
In addition to flesh and blood, she also needs faith!
More faith!
The great Spirit of All Opportunities needs more faith, and the great Gatling Bodhisattva also needs more believers!
Only with the devout faith of at least 100,000 believers can the Iron Altar have the possibility of evolution.
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In a daze, Lingpingan felt that his consciousness was floating aimlessly in the world as if he were sitting on a swing.
He floated from one side of the world to the other side in less than a second.
"It's such a small world!" he said.
But dreams are always like this, strange and confusing.
Moreover, he was also a little tipsy.
Even in a dream, I don't want to open my eyes.
I just want to keep floating like this, the feeling of swinging is pretty good.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand caressing his head.
Drowsily, Lingpingan opened his eyes.
A vague female figure stood beside him.
"Mom!" Lingpingan shouted instinctively.
"I'm not your mother..." This figure touched him gently: "You are just a child born in my belly..."
"Mom!" But Lingpingan ignored it and grabbed her warm hand.
"My child..." she asked softly: "How do you feel about this world?"
"It's very warm..." Lingpingan replied: "I feel very good!"
"That's good!" The blurry figure slowly disappeared into nothingness, but her gentle voice still came: "You have to remember the warmth of this world..."
"Don't smash it!"
wake up!
Lingpingan opened his eyes and looked around. He let out a sigh of relief.
"I dreamed about it again..." he sighed.
Every year, he might have such a dream.
Dreaming about his mother or father.
And every time, they reminded him - don't smash the world to pieces.
But the problem is...
Lingpingan touched his head: "How can I smash a world? It's not a glass ball..."
He sat up from the bed. It was already dawn, and the morning sunlight was falling from outside.
He understood that he would have such a dream.
It's because he is missing you.
I miss the warmth of my childhood and the warmth of a family of three.
pity……
He can't even remember the appearance of his parents now.
There are only vague figures and impressions, which can only be dreamed of occasionally in dreams.
Therefore, every time he dreams, even though he knows it is false, he still wants to indulge in it for as long as possible.
Unfortunately, even dreams are short-lived.
For this reason, he sought help from some psychiatrists and was diagnosed with a lack of caring and the possibility of suffering from traumatic stress disorder.
But the problem is...
He really doesn't have any mental illness or lack of love.
He knew how to play games when he was very young, and learned to code when he grew up.
Life is fulfilling and relaxed, without any pressure.
Apart from occasionally missing my childhood life, there are no other problems.
"In two days, let's go to the Federal Meritorious Cemetery to visit their two elders!" Lingpingan thought: "I haven't visited my two elders in a long time!"
"Probably because of this, I keep thinking about it in my heart, and my subconscious reminds me through dreams!"
That's about it.
After figuring this out, he became heartless again.
After briefly washing up, Lingpingan remembered the peach tree he kept upstairs, so he got some water and walked upstairs.
Open the door and the plastic basin is placed next to the door.
A small sapling has revealed its head and sprouted some twigs.
Small, like a cute little child, swaying gently in the breeze.
Lingpingan looked very happy.
He felt like this little sapling was like his own child.
So, he lightly sprinkled some water, then squatted down and looked at the sapling: "Little guy, you must grow up healthily!"
"I'm just waiting for you to grow up and eat the peaches you grow!"
The young leaves of the saplings swayed gently, seeming to give an answer.
Lingpingan nodded, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs.
Before he reached the stairs, a text message came from his cell phone.
When he picked it up and looked at it, his face suddenly twitched.
A text message was displayed on the phone.
Auntie: Xiaopingan, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow!
Lingpingan swallowed.
Why did this great aunt come back so soon?
Didn't we agree that we would stay in the Northern Zhou Dynasty for three months or even half a year?
Is it possible that current archaeological excavation work can be done so quickly?
But he didn't dare to complain too much, so he could only pick up his phone and enter a message obediently: Got it! Auntie!
