Chapter 562:

The voice of the mountain said: "Station -22 is the super station of the Broadcast News Service in Los Angeles, California."
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Larson panted, "Tuned at the Greater Los Angeles Station! Huge crystal detector! Those heavy metal inserts provide inductance." Then, his incoherent words ended, the mountain was talking.
"The dispatch of the radio printing press: the invasion of the rats has not been prevented. Late last night, the Army and the Air Force had an excellent engagement and was defeated. More than a hundred fighters were blown up. Even new fighter types, the latest The air was fearless and gave in.
"Heavy loss of life, despite evacuating the civilians in the three towns before the harassers destroyed them. Gordon Smith was reportedly killed. Smith was connected to Dean Lee, who first appeared in the harassers’ Tunna Basin. Smith is a member of the California National Guard. His fearless force returned from Washington and crashed into the enemy’s line of defense."
Li Bai's tanned face turned pale. He knew that everyone else was looking at him curiously, except for those on the table, everyone else's pens were flying angrily over the waiting scroll. Luo Ya, who was in front of him suddenly opened his eyes wide, fell into a predicament, dizzy. He could barely see-he saw other sights of another world.
"They went out," he said halfway softly. "The red devil is gone-Smith-Smith is gone!"
Simple herdsmen, bright people! In their inner world, a disappearing world, what was almost once a vast country is now almost covered by the constantly eroding ocean. They resisted degradation, and degradation can easily follow the destruction of complex civilizations. Their lives are simple, their minds are clean, and they have the past culture taught to them by wise people. Now, the Son of Light has found a new god.
It’s not that Dean Lee asked for this lofty position; on the contrary, he did his best to make them understand that he was just one of millions of people, some for good and bad, but all Just humans.
He said the language of the holy mountain first convinced them. However, when the oldest and darkest servant on the mountain, Old Luo Tan, was in a daze, Li Huai could no longer get rid of the honor imposed on him.
"The time to rescue has arrived," Old Rotan said when he woke up. For so long, his voice was broken, weakened, and suddenly became stronger, full of confidence in the coming vision.
They are in the inner room of Baishan, heartache, lonely and desperate Dean Lee is listening to the outside world most of the time. Brother is there, Roa. The writers left their desks and gathered at the old Rodin. Now the old servant on the mountain is standing there, his gleaming eyes staring firmly at Li Badi.
"Listen," he ordered. "Rotan is telling the truth. The Son of Light will never return to the outside world; we stay here. Now, our lost world will return to us." His eyes were unusually bright and he met the people around him. His strange gaze, then returned to Li Bad.
Enn-Rah-Sun! He said, "'Lach'-haven't you seen it?" These are our own words,-messenger! Dean-Messenger of the Sun! The sun sent him-he will set us free. He will restore our lost city. The people of the Holy Light will spread out to fill the new land; they will multiply and become a powerful nation again, living a happy life in their lost world.
"Dean!" he said. "The Dean-the messenger of the sun!" He was attracted to his frail height, arms outstretched. But Li Huai saw the old eyes closed, and felt the first relaxation of his tight body. It was he who flicked, grabbed the drooping figure by the arm, and then put the lifeless body on the crystal white floor.
Even happiness can be killed. A weak heart will stop beating under emotional pressure that is too beautiful to bear. Rodin is the smartest man, already serving his sun in another world.
Since then, it is undeniable that Dean Rah Sun’s Lee Bad is a god. But he wanted to know, even so, when other people knelt down in the humble service, why Loa's eyes were full of tears, but suddenly turned into uncontrollable sobbing, and blindly rushed out of the room.
Li Bad White's unwavering, simple belief is just an extra pain. Rodin's vision was undoubtedly accepted by them. The light of their worship followed where Li Huai went, and the children laid a carpet on the road leading to the holy mountain with golden flowers.
Li Huai sat there, silently cursing his own helplessness, while Shan's voice told us of further destruction. His plan to lead an anti-mole force was abandoned. On the island, there are only about two thousand people left in this inner world, men, women and children. There are very few children. The population was strictly suppressed. Their current number is the entire number that the island can support, even though all possible feet have been cultivated.
Li Badi admitted frustratedly: "There are only a few people, not any kind of weapon. They have always maintained themselves. Only Roa and a few others have enough curiosity and courage to explore the house of the Ratman and she even understands Their conversation! Lord, I will give her a thousand, her a thousand nerves, and then give me, a thousand men! Then, with weapons and vehicles..." But he stopped, consciousness Until all these ideas are futile.
He tried to talk to Gore, trying to tell him his limitations. Gore just smiled happily and repeated: "Rotan has spoken. It will become a reality!"
His thoughts revolved endlessly around the despair of his situation. He is alone. No matter what he wants to do, he must do it alone, and he can do nothing! But he would not admit that his painful loneliness became the focus of the smiling eyes of the memory girl and the touch of the soft hands.
He argued: "They are fighting there, fighting for their lives, I can't do anything. What do I think of Loya or myself?" Nevertheless, he suddenly stood up, leaving the mountain and the sound of the mountain behind him. Go find that girl.
He shouted: "I have to make her understand." "I have to talk to others. But I can't make her stand out. She is so respected-behaves as if I am a little tin god. However-she is not Always like that!"
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In Gore's home, he found Roa as slim and beautiful as ever. She just got out of the bathtub. The creamy texture of her skin turned red to rose in the cold drink pool. Her jeweled breastplate gleamed. A cloth shimmering like silk wrapped the buttocks in soft light rose folds and hung on a ridiculous little skirt. She may be the spirit of the youth itself, a lovely vision. However, when she bowed humbly and took his request as a royal order, Li Huai felt an almost uncontrollable desire to grab her with both hands and shake her.
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