Fist of Imagination

Three days later, on the first floor of Hongye Building, Shanqian Street.

Liang De carried the suitcase of the portal in the realm, and stood on the thin blanket in front of the sofa in the living room with Sun Xunqiao to pass through the realm. The light circle on the thin blanket flashed, and the two people quickly disappeared on the spot, entering the new air and sea channel that randomly crossed this shore.

The light gray thin blanket flew forward at a constant speed. This time the voyage was much farther than the yin and yang spirit world. After several hours, there was no shadow of the boundary membrane.

Liang De stood in front of the thin blanket and looked around, while using his peripheral vision to glance at the situation of the second senior brother.

Sun Xunqiao regained his deep face that was hurt by love. He said nothing and stared blankly at the empty sea in a trance.

Liang De hesitated to speak, because his boyish heart was about to be overloaded. To be fair, Mr. Liang did not hate the topic of love. When he was a student, he often urged his friends to confide in the dormitory chat and talk about the girls or boys he liked.

But he had watched Sun Gou's recollections of his love history several times in the "Save Sun Gou" group. In addition to the five versions of the video, there are also a large amount of graphic materials.

Mu Yigui, Bai Hekong, Lin Baolong and others were forced to listen to Sun Gou's emotional radio station under the pressure of making a living. They listened for at least three hours at a time and had to answer Sun Gou's mental retardation questions from time to time. They were miserable.

Bai Hekong even made an emotional chat puppet to deal with Sun Gou. As a result, Sun Gou and the puppet with the voice of a close sister chatted for seven days and seven nights.

Because each version has different new information, Liang De could only watch all five versions. During the viewing process, he turned on his time senses and observed Sun Gou's micro-expressions frame by frame and millisecond by millisecond to guess whether what he said at the time was true or false and what kind of mood he was in.

In this process, Liang De made great sacrifices in his heart. He really didn't want to watch the live version again, but the journey was long and there was no end in sight. It was embarrassing to keep silent... What's more, he wanted to get some clues from Sun Gou so that he could help Sun Gou get back the lost 8,000 and dignity.

I can only try to take the initiative in the topic while chatting, and talk about topics that are far from love to avoid spiritual pollution, but I can also draw inferences from one instance and cleverly get key clues from Sun Gou.

The essence of the world is full of holes, and if you find the right hole, you can see the truth.

And different paths lead to the same destination. As long as a clear goal is determined, the same thing can be seen through different holes.

Flowing water has no shape, and drifting wind cannot find a trace. The answer is not hidden in some key evidence, but in the myriad things. Whether this answer can be found depends entirely on the detective's heart.

So that's how it is, I understand...

I understand shit!

If I could do this, I would have written a mystery novel long ago, and there would be no need to be a material assistant and a love sword and shield soldier for Teacher Fengxian.

By then, I will become famous overnight and make a long novel that will be serialized for thousands or hundreds of years, with full copyright development, multi-channel operation, countless fans, and long-lasting popularity.

By that time, Mr. Xie from Yingxuetang will come to me for autographs, and there will be no need to be like a headless fly running around like now.

There is no other way. Now I can only improvise. The love-brained Sun Gou has lost the most important wisdom of a straight man. As long as I don't ask any naked straight questions, he will not be suspicious.

"Brother, don't you ask us which world on this shore we are going to this time?"

Liang De has not yet translated the meaning of the word "surprise" in the surprise tour on this shore to Sun Xunqiao, but Sun Xunqiao has not said a word after entering the gate of the world, and he didn't even look at him. Mr. Liang, the black-hearted companion, has no chance to reveal this big surprise.

"It doesn't matter where I go. No, it's better to say that no matter where I go, my heart can't be healed. There is no place in the heavens and the worlds that can heal my heartache.

I am a wanderer on the other shore. I am a prisoner of love."

Sun Xunqiao closed his eyes and opened his hands, looking up, his square face yellow, yellow to sadness.

Seeing this familiar love-talking opening move, Liang De, who had watched five versions of the video, knew that he would not be able to escape today.

Xianjia chopped, this can even be related to love... come on!

Liang De clenched his fists in despair, and Sun Xunqiao's voice, like the greasy male host of a late-night radio emotional program, rang in his ears.

"Many years later, even if I stand in front of the guillotine, in front of the firing squad, and am only a hair's breadth away from death, I will still remember the day I first met her at the other side of the dark cooking competition..."

Damn it, this ambiguous abstract opening again, Sun Gou, you always use the same old tricks to harvest new listeners, you must die!

...

After consuming 6324 crystal clusters to pass through the boundary gate, Liang De, who had no desire to live after listening to the emotional story, stopped the light gray thin blanket outside the boundary membrane, while Sun Xunqiao next to him was radiant, as if thirty years of constipation had finally been cured today, and he couldn't wait to replay it.

After putting away the boundary gate, the two jumped through the purple boundary membrane. Liang De opened the suitcase portal the moment he passed through the boundary membrane, and touched the "non-existent glasses" on his nose with his right hand, activating the special effect of "in the human world".

There was a dead silence outside the portal.

Liang De and Sun Xunqiao were both boundary travelers who had many experiences of crossing. The moment they set foot on the unknown planet, they covered their bodies with their innate divine power, sneaking invisibly without leaving any traces.

Liang De took out an ice-blue monocular telescope, activated it with the mysterious energy of the sea of ​​illusion, and looked out into the sky.

There are several artificial satellites orbiting this planet, but there are no traces of mining or exploration on the mineral-rich planets in the star system.

The technological content of artificial satellites is very high, at least one generation higher than that of Liang De's hometown.

But the number of satellites is too small, and they are extremely old, with bumpy surfaces. It is unknown how many years ago they were launched.

Some of the core components of two artificial satellites have reached the point where they are in urgent need of replacement. They can be said to be crumbling, but they are still operating in space.

With a technological civilization that has reached this level of aerospace technology, how come there are only so few man-made celestial bodies around its home star?

He extended the observation distance to thousands of kilometers, but still could not see any vegetation or intelligent creatures on the surface.

"Senior brother, this place is a bit weird. Let's fly to a high altitude to conduct reconnaissance and see what's going on."

Sun Xunqiao nodded and said: "Actually, every world has weird places. As long as you look carefully, you will always find something strange. Just like love, it seems to be going smoothly on the surface, but in fact there are countless rocks hidden under the calm sea. You You know, I talked to her about that day in the future..."

I don’t know and I don’t want to know, Sun Gou, get out of here!

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In the underground base, Jiangshanjiao opened a live broadcast window and a device that looked like a metal wheelbarrow, and began to generate electricity at home under the supervision of tens of thousands of people.

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