Lingpingan pulled down the rolling shutter and locked the cashier drawer.
Then, he placed a towel in the corner of the door as usual.
Kitten Best jumped down from the counter and lay down on the towel.
"Good night!" Lingpingan placed a small plate of cat food in front of it and said softly.
Then I picked up my cell phone, put on the ring watch, hummed a little tune, and walked up the stairs.
Kick, kick, kick!
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
The kitten lying on the towel sniffed the cat food in front of him.
Then he opened his mouth carefully and took each pellet into his mouth.
On the top of its head, a huge eye pupil opened quietly.
These eyes scanned the entire bookstore.
Under His pressure, the entire bookstore became extremely quiet.
Even the air seemed to be frozen.
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I took off my slippers and took a shower.
Lingpingan put on her pajamas and fell down on the sofa.
Holding the phone, he yawned boredly.
Then, he opened the canyon without giving up.
Naturally, the result is that it is still banned.
"Hot chicken game!" He cursed twice and backed out.
Clicked on the nightmare legend again, and got a prompt: Dear players, the nightmare server is under maintenance...
"Gan!" The young bookstore owner felt that he was being targeted.
"Could it be that God wants me to write novels?" he thought.
Thinking it was still early, I simply opened the coding software on my phone, and then started thinking about what to write in the new book?
history?
city?
Xian Xia?
Just by choosing this topic, he felt like several hairs were falling out.
"Alas..." he sighed: "Code writing is not easy, but you have to practice and cherish it..."
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Jumping from an abandoned building, Han Li landed steadily on the ground.
The spiritual blade in his hand suddenly drew a circle around him.
"You can't run away!" she said.
An illusory shadow, imprisoned in place by the circle she drew.
The shadow looked at Han Li and knew that he couldn't run away.
Then it bared its teeth and claws, spitting out a cloud of cold and evil breath.
Unfortunately, Han Li only waved his spiritual blade.
The powerful and sharp spiritual blade in his hand easily dissolved the breath.
Then she slipped.
A blade nailed the shadow that was about to escape into the ground into the cement floor.
ah!
The shadow let out a shrill and terrifying howl.
The surrounding cement blocks disintegrated one after another as a result.
pity……
Its struggle is destined to be in vain!
The spiritual blade in Han Li's hand burst out with brilliant spiritual power, killing it completely.
Snap!
A small white crystal fell to the ground.
Han Li knelt down and picked it up: "It's the twenty-fifth one!" She said, "But I still don't know where to look for the Lich Brain Core and the Flame Demon Marrow!"
She has searched all the ghost lairs and evil spirit territories in Donglin City.
The lich and the Balrog are still missing.
The only good news is that Hanli knows their characteristics.
The "Inspection Report on the Lower Abyss" gave her detailed information and tips.
As long as those two kinds of ghosts appear, she can track them immediately.
"Major Hanli!" At this time, the communicator on her body called: "Major Hanli!"
"Please tell me!" Han Li put away the soul crystal in his hand.
"I just got a notification from Linhai City..." the person in the communicator said: "The traces of the lich that manipulates corpses and evil spirits you mentioned were found!"
Han Li's eyes immediately lit up: "I'll rush to Linhai City right away!"
"Please help me notify the local safety committee in Linhai City!"
"Do I need transportation for you?" the man asked.
"No need!" Han Li raised her head and looked at the sunshine in the sky. Her increasingly plump body reflected an enchanting shadow on the ground: "I'll walk there!"
"By the way..." She laughed, with the childishness of a girl and the unique charm of a mature woman: "I will clean up the things near the road!"
Now, due to her efforts, Donglin City has changed from light red, representing danger, to green, symbolizing safety, in the records of the United National Security Organization.
In the entire urban area of Donglin City, there are no ghost groups with more than double digits anymore.
As for evil spirits...
The one she just killed was probably the last evil spirit in Donglin City.
Therefore, the area of Donglin City's safety zone expanded three times in just a few days.
This city, the city that gave birth to her and raised her, finally ushered in the day of recovery.
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Elizabeth finally opened her eyes.
The steel and machinery that wrapped her body separated automatically.
And with the separation of steel and machinery.
In front of her, a dense crowd surged up.
People raised their heads and looked at her.
Steel covered Elizabeth's body, and mechanical will emerged from her body.
Blossoming steel lotuses bloomed from under her feet.
Elizabeth also looked down at them.
These ragged people, these poor people, these helpless people.
They are refugees from the neighborhood.
The so-called refugees are people who have been displaced after the fortress where they lived was destroyed by the minions of the evil god.
They are the most pitiful and pathetic group.
Because they are alive not because of themselves.
It's just those descendants of the evil god who were kept on purpose.
Just like the domestic animals that humans once raised.
The humans in the Doomsday Fortress are like cattle and sheep raised by the power of human industry before the void storm.
Large-scale breeding and centralized slaughtering.
but……
Elizabeth stood up.
She opened her palms, and the green grass appeared from her hands.
"What I serve is..." She looked at everyone in front of her: "The great spirit of all machines, the immortal in machinery!"
"He is our Savior!"
"And the only truth!"
"He creates everything and destroys everything!"
"Duozheng Jiaogang is Him, and Namo Gatling Bodhisattva is also Him!"
"He is the Father, the Holy Mother, and the Son!"
"Will you follow me and serve this great Lord, the ultimate truth of the universe?"
Everyone lowered their heads and worshiped this mechanical saint.
"Yes! Yes!" people said in unison.
"Very good!" Elizabeth stretched out her hand and held a multi-barrel artillery made of steel.
She held the mechanical marvel high and kept pulling the trigger.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, depleted uranium armor-piercing bombs exploded in the air.
This is a tribute to machinery and a blessing to steel!
So, Elizabeth led the crowd, facing the sacred mechanical altar, the steel church, and started the first mass.
She holds the "Mechanical Gospel" in her hand.
Begin to recite the Gospel piously and powerfully: "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..." People knelt on the ground devoutly and dedicated their faith to the miraculous temple.
"Toll the bell twice, ignite the engine, ignite the turbine, and inject life..." Elizabeth led the chant solemnly and solemnly.
"Toll the bell twice, ignite the engine, ignite the turbine, and inject life..." The crowd worshiped again.
As they worshiped, miraculous changes appeared in them.
Many people's broken limbs suddenly began to be reborn.
Steel recasts their flesh and blood.
Machinery gives them new vitality.
And the bodies of those skinny children gradually became fuller.
The nano-cells in their bodies that had already failed due to malnutrition and insufficient lubrication were reborn one by one.
Even those who had been injured by the evil god's minions and had many irremovable scars and marks on their trunks and bodies were also surprised to find that their bodies were being repaired.
Steel reconstructed them and saved them.
So, people no longer had any doubts.
Everyone worshiped the great steel altar and the sacred mechanical temple devoutly and fervently.
"Ring the bell three times!"
"Praise machinery! Praise steel!"
"O great spirit of all opportunities, you are the master who molds all things, and you are also the apocalypse who destroys everything!"
"More is better, big is beautiful!"
"Evaporate! Burn! Cast!"
"Steel is eternal, machinery is eternal!"
"Amen!"
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Lying on the sofa, my soul has fallen asleep peacefully.
In his daze, he seemed to hear a faint roar of an engine.
"Well..." He turned over and buried his head in a pillow: "Racing in the middle of the night is really uncultured..."
In the past, many young people in Jiangcheng City were racing on motorcycles on deserted streets in the middle of the night, causing many accidents.
When he thought about it, this was probably a young man from some other family. He was so full and idle, making fun of his own life and the lives of others.
