Chapter 1369: A little awkward correspondence

As soon as I got home, I started writing letters to God the Father. Of course, I knew that there was a more convenient way of communication between Divine Realm and Shadow City. I used Dingdang's shrine (that is, Divine Realm's ambassador to the empire) as a relay and dialed the inside line. After dialing the number 2 key after receiving the voice prompt of channel A at 100100 rpm artificial station, you can directly contact the Father God: if he happens to be at home. However, if it is not an emergency, we actually prefer to write a note to each other. This was the habit of God the Father at the beginning. He often asked Bingtis to bring me a piece or two of torn notes from Cindia or Gatti's workbook to convey greetings, and then I was given by him. Infected……
Anyway, it will take a few days before I leave, so let's write a letter.
Xiao Pao is doing her homework on the coffee table next to her: What she says now is also a student studying at Emperor's Academy, and although she has been wandering around in various grades and classes, she still learns something, such as going home from school to write Homework and more than 20,000 "early" characters were engraved on the outer wall of the pre-school teaching building-well, the little girl obviously misunderstood what she was doing in class, but at least she did not forget the "write homework". The scene where the baby girl lay on the coffee table and worked hard to please her old Huai Huai, this is probably the most fulfilling moment of being a father. Little Bubble grabbed the pen in a non-standard posture, and drowsily wrote and drew pictures there. I couldn't help but wanted to see what she was writing, but I almost cried with a glance: practice The first half of this page is filled with Xiao Wang Ba, and the second half is the design drawing of the fortress fire platform.
This is very similar to my homework when I was in elementary school that year, except that I used the first half of the page to draw Xiao Wang Ba and the second half of the page ... From this point, Little Bubble is more diligent than her father Hard to learn, the work of the children of the imperial family is really high energy.
Which taught little bubble painter Wang Ba!
"Gua?" Xiao Pao noticed that the light above was blocked, looked up and found that I was watching her, and immediately rejoiced, shouting and holding the workbook in front of me, "Dad! Look at aa!"
"Oh oh." I touched the little girl's head. "How about I tear a piece of paper and send it to Uncle Xingchen?"
The little girl nodded happily, so I carefully tore off a piece of paper with Xiao Wang Ba from the front of the workbook (make sure that the serious work of the little girl was not torn off-although I was doubtful whether any teacher could check her drawing (Drawings), write on the back and write your head up, by the way, rub the previous drafts written on Putong Communication Paper into a ball and throw them aside: you still have a good connection with the big brother, and use your own girl's work paper to write the letter as if you don't have a sense of accomplishment. .
"My friend Xingchen: I have n’t seen you for a long time, I miss you, and I hope everything is okay in recent days. The void is separated ... I ca n’t drag it down, so the back is the text: I will go to your side in a few days, Bingtis There is an accident when using divine magic. Now I am in an awkward state. I do n’t know much about divine magic. I would like to ask you to help. In addition, there are some things about the ancestors of the Spirit and the hometown world. You need to use your huge library of information. It is said that the huge library must be prepared in advance to be open, so the letter informs in advance ...
"Attach a little girl and a small bubble painting. Although the little girl has a subtle cognitive problem in all aspects, so that a girl has learned to draw Xiao Wang Ba in her workbook, but she painted very well. The style is attached, and fun with friends.
"Ps: Draw on the other side, those sesame pancakes with legs and heads."
Finally write down the payment date. Take a look at my own crazy grass with satisfaction. Apart from the name, it is basically the same as the other parts of the matter. I vomited and thought that I might really practice the word ...
"Bingtis! Help to send a letter to Divine Realm—" I habitually whispered in the direction of the second floor, and then reacted. The female hooligan was now stuck with herself, and Sister Bing followed in her mind. Depressed voice: "Blind hair, here you are!"
This is a habit for myself, because it is usually Bingtis who is responsible for running around between the divine realm and the empire capital, passing on messages with specialties or giving personal gifts to the leaders of the two sides, such as being every time She stole the leek box given to the Father on the road. When did the female hooligan become a messenger between the Protoss and the Empire? I thought about it for a while and found that I had been running Bingtis for a lot of things, not only the communication with the divine realm, but also occasionally running out of space to save her when she was understaffed. I have not been able to understand things more than once by the female hooligan who can scare people through their experience. Everyone in the family is accustomed to consulting Bingtis when encountering life problems: Although her solution has always been very rough, but those words Coarse and not coarse preaching has always been very effective.
Although Bingtis always gives the impression of being idle. But now she has truly become a stuck "idle", and I slowly remembered what she usually does. It's just that this careless guy doesn't show his actions. Everyone takes her Going east and west is taken for granted. At least I did.
Now, even sending a letter to Divine Realm, I have to find someone temporarily.
"What do you want?" Bingtis noticed that I was frustrated for a long time, and finally couldn't help crying, "Let Lin deliver the letter! That girl was Dingdong Squad running fastest, you just let her go-- You ca n’t remember anyone else if you ca n’t move, right?

"Oh, you didn't realize that my brain was slow," I nodded quickly, and roared with a throat, "Lin!"
From the yard came the Dragon God Girl's unclear response, and then only heard a loud noise from the door, Lin appeared in front of me like a small golden whirlwind. On such a cold day, she was still in a cool little dress, with a small shoulder, a leather skirt, and even wearing strappy sandals on her feet. It seemed that it was time to remind the dull dragon to pay attention to the weather change. Secondly, what do you say if someone goes out with her and someone calls the police to say that I bully a teenage girl with a mental disability? Lynn forgot about the disguise ...
The Dragon God Girl was holding a large gardening shear in her right hand. It seemed that she was helping An Weina to build a flower bush just now. She was holding the door of our house with her left hand. It seemed that ... the door of the house had to be changed again.
"Send this to the world," I handed the "letter" in my hand, and saw the door pulled down by the dragon girl felt a bit inappropriate, so I tossed from the carry space for a while, and sent the letter to the couple of Xingchen Such a small snack is placed in a star gold locket, and the locket is placed in a password box. The code box was placed in the military safe, and a layer of charged armor was set on the outside of the military safe. With a look of solemnity, he pushed the box that was already one person tall and able to resist the end of the world to the strange girl. "That, sister Dragon, Do n’t take it lightly, this Father and God personally ...

Lin was timid. This time, she was directly frightened by the pile of safe deposit boxes and the words "Father and God", she threw the gardening shears and the door of my house aside, and almost shoved the boxes that I pushed past into With her own space, when she looked up, she had a look of ashamed expression on her face. I am afraid that this girl is going to send this letter with the mentality of daring to enter the gate of the abyss: look at her eyes, and smashed the teaching lightly Director's glass. I took this look when I took the initiative to go to the Registrar's Office.
"Well, don't be nervous, I'm just afraid that your hands are too strong to break the letter and snacks," I felt it necessary to relax this timid and abnormal girl, so I was talking from the space again I found a small pocket of An Wei Na's muffin and stuffed it. "This is for you to eat on the road, go early and return early."
Dragon God Maiden nodded happily. Turn your head to open the portal to the Tree of the World Shrine and leave: a packet of dim sum can be bought like this, which is usually not bullied by anyone.
Bingtis watched the whole process, and at this time couldn't help but hesitated: "Fuck! Can it be more unfair! I usually run so many times for you, and you have n’t given any dry food on the road. Why is this messy? The little dragon has snacks! Do you want to spoil whenever you see a girl who sells cute men? "
I hesitated in the spiritual connection: "Do you talk about how much you usually eat on the road? I will let you sip a bottle of soy sauce for your father, you can drink half a bottle of salty salt-you and Sandorah really It is indeed worth playing for tens of millions of years ago. "
Then Bingtis stopped talking.
"Should you bring some people to God this time?" The older sister looked at me, and handed over a peeled orange, asking gently. "How long will it take?"
"I'll be alone ... just bring Bingtis, just hang on the door," I stuffed a small bubble of oranges and watched the little girl like a little squirrel holding a pine cone. Juice, saying casually, "Stay there for three or five days and see what they can find from those ancient giants. The age of the Greeks ... that is ancient enough for the Protoss. I'm afraid it will take a while to find the information. By the way, we must solve the problem of Bingtis ... "
There are only two things to go to the divine realm. If you think about it, you have to face an easy journey.
"That's right. Remind you, take your body with you when you leave," Bingtis suddenly uttered in my mind, "out of control of the magic is not necessarily a problem with the soul, it is best to bring Up your body. "
I looked up and looked across the long coffee table. Bingtis's body sat dignified, expressionless, eyes closed, hands folded on thighs, and silver hair with long ankles scattered behind. Open, like a silver waterfall, the sun shining on her in the winter, I don't know if the divine light in the goddess resonated with it, making her haunt a layer of halo around her. This is a quiet version of Bingtis, beautiful like a porcelain doll, but lifeless.
The body could still feel the surrounding gaze and respond slightly, so she lifted her head slightly along my gaze and looked at it stupidly.
"How is it? The body is beautiful, isn't it?" Bingtis's soul said in my head. "Aunt, I thought I was so beautiful from this perspective. I thought I was really not feminine. And-to be honest, are you charmed, are you charmed ... "
Without saying a word, I felt a large piece of cloth, and went up to cover the ices (body) from head to toe.
"Hit me, what are you doing!"
"Glare, cover it up."
Lin's efficiency of action is very fast. She returned from Divine Realm that afternoon and brought back many gifts: all were brought by God the Father, including snacks from the Divine Realm and some other weird gadgets. You can tell at a glance that it was given to a large group of bear children here. She also received a reply from God the Father. While I stuffed a special honey from the Temple of Life in my mouth, I shook open the stationery on which the little stars and squares were drawn: this thing is definitely the Father God from him The girl's workbook was ripped off, and our brothers are completely in line in this regard.
"My friend Chen Jun, the painting was received and it was very creative, but the notes behind the painting did not understand what it meant ..."
I:"……"
Bingtis smiled and went crazy in my mind instantly: "Hahahaha! Look at the broken word like your dog! God the Father was already awkward ..."
I lowered my head and buried my head deep in my crotch. What ’s wrong with the words? What ’s wrong with your own name and
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? Do you know Picasso, do you know Van Gogh, do you know Malevich-well, what I wrote It may be more difficult to understand than the paintings they draw, but I think the more important reason is that the father and God are clumsy ...
"That ..." Lyn looked at me carefully. Afraid of being afraid of being bullied, I waved at her weakly, and asked my sister to help me write a new note, so that the dragon goddess ran another trip: it's really a hard-working and honest girl.
After Lynn left, I went to the second floor to find Sandorla, who was reviewing the documents in her room, about the ancestors. It's time to discuss with her.
Sandora's room was transformed by herself like the Starship Command Center, with various terminals and projection equipment on all four walls. When I entered, she was surrounded by a lot of dazzling holograms. Those The plans or new research and development materials that need to be reviewed by the emperor are uploaded below. I also saw the design drawings of the next generation of abyssal submersibles and a weird catamaran: this should be something submitted by Tavel.
Sandora looked up and saw me, and a happy smile appeared on her face: "Ajun, you're here. Take a look at this-Tavel has combined a small dismantling generator with a weapon-carrying platform, a grass-like look of the new spaceship That's it ... "
She pointed at the weird catamaran and said happily. It turned out that it was the new warship that Tavill had said before. It was specially designed for the small dismantling generator (Genesis). I was very moved when I saw the spaceship concept. : Tavel finally listened to my suggestion, and did not design a spaceship that looks like a coffin, it looks like two coffins ...
"Uh ..." I tried to shift my attention away from the coffins that were lined up side by side, and my heart said that Tavel would probably not change her aesthetics in her life. Do n’t make any effort in this regard yourself, "I will talk about the spaceship later. Today I mainly want to talk to you about the ancestors. I saw Anthes this morning, and there are others who have just completed the resurrection. Patriarchs ... "
I talked for 30 minutes, and poured out all the brains I saw in the morning and the thoughts I had thought of before. I knew that Sandora's previous attitude towards her ancestors and her decisions were well-intentioned. And from the perspective of the Apostles of the Spirit, these are "no problem", but the so-called authorities and care are chaotic, even the wise and meticulous female emperor. There are also times when it is not well thought out, so I have to remind them all at once to let her realize that in addition to being the creator, the ancestors are also a group of ordinary people who are physically and mentally fragile.
Sandora didn't intervene from beginning to end, just listening quietly with a thoughtful expression, and then nodding slightly, and after I had all said it, she got up and poured water for me, and then she said, "Is that so ... "
"I originally expected you to think about this yourself," I took the water glass and poured it down for the most part. "Bingtis was right when he said that resurrecting the ancestors was a very bold move. For an already extinct ethnic group, resurrect the minority A few people, it ’s easy to become a kind of torture for them. Although the apostle is the heir of the spiritual civilization, but now you see, in addition to that layer of presentation relationship, there is a 'sibling' element between the apostle and the spiritual people What. "
Sandora turned off a lot of projections in the room, and the surroundings suddenly refreshed. She sat back at her desk and sighed softly: "Ajun, I know all of it, and I also imagined that if I were Freezing for a trillion years, and then being awakened by a group of strange lives in a completely strange environment, what will happen to my life ... but I don't have as much as you think, and I ca n’t really feel that kind of fate ... Sorry, I think it over. "
I was surprised because I thought it would take a lot of effort to change her mind: Her Majesty's decision has always been as indestructible as steel, but she nodded so easily that you said I had prepared two hours before What to do with the draft ...
"Eh," I scratched my hair. "Now I have asked my ancestors to organize the logbook of the year. In addition, I plan to relax their travel restrictions, accompanied by the Royal Guard ~ EbookFREE.me ~ They are willing to be in the shadows. It shouldn't be a problem to move around in the city, do you think? "
"Listen to you," Sandora exhaled, and waved her hands vigorously. "I won't care too much about this. You are right, I always measure my ancestors by apostles, or even higher standards. , But torture them. "
"... You won't be violent and give up." I couldn't help but step forward and squeeze Sandora's face.
"Chai Yuyu (not only)!" Sandola pulled open my claws. "It's just that you're right, so I'll listen. Isn't that the meaning of a partner, support each other, correct each other, you are me The other half, I'm your ... uh ... "
Speaking of which, Sandor paused: "Well, I'm a third of your other half ..."
I: "... you don't have to calculate it seriously at this time!"
"Damn, it's very stressful to be stuck here," Bettis's voice suddenly interjected. "You two, pay attention. There is a passive light bulb."
I almost forgot that this female hooligan was still there! (To be continued ...)