Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Chapter 310 Eighth Life Is Full of Surprises

After replenishing his sleep, Yan Ce opened his eyes to the faint ringing of morning bells and evening drums, recalling the battle of wits and courage with Miss Lingshi during this period, and the other party was indeed a formidable opponent.

But sometimes it's cute too.

During this period of time, he felt that he was becoming more and more tolerant of the word cute. That Miss Violent Spirit who came to play a guest role on the supernatural film must be very upset now.

On the way of the boy's inspection tour, he discovered that the Mohist research scholars headed by the little classmate Mo Yan began to boldly study black technology after obtaining sufficient and overflowing funds.

The brain hole was fully opened, and the aerospace industry... and the possibility of bombing the sky were discussed intensely.

That's right, it's bombing.

"Young Master Ce, we want to research a weapon that can build a more deterrent force for large sailing ships." Mo Yan held a stack of sheepskin design drawings, and said in a slightly excited tone: "It is the inspiration of Young Master Ce, the future of the Mohist family. The research direction will be transformed into bigger, stronger and more shocking!"

"Ah... so good, so good."

The Mohist technology is shocking.

Yan Ce nodded kindly, expressing his encouragement, but in fact the corners of his mouth were a little stiff, making him look like an arms magnate.

Looking at the parts piled up all over the place, it is really possible to create black technology. The Mohist scholars gathered in Qin State are all the branch of Mohism that focuses on scientific research after three points, and their brain holes are naturally bigger than the other two branches.

"Build with confidence, the money is enough."

"kindness!"

Looking at Gongzi Ce, who is risking his life to support Mohist technology, Mo Yan can't help but feel the sympathy of his bosom friend.

The long-standing obsession of the Mohists may be achieved in a certain era.

The girl fantasizes about the two concepts of success and peace. With the strong support of Yan Ce, the two concepts are constantly strengthened in practice.

The more I think about it, the more passionate I become.

The chest cavity is filled with a mighty positive energy, the hope rooted in the soul begins to explode, and the eyes that are as calm as a wise man appear more agile.

It's like... It's like a legendary girl who entered a secret organization and became more and more hopeful about the future after being instilled with the concept of success.

Yan Ce glanced at the conceptual design drawing, which was full of pragmatism.

Mines, bombs, what's that last, Star Destroyer, and nukes?

According to Mo Yan’s opinion, if the Qin State can create a weapon of great lethality that can deter surrounding Xiaoxiao, expand its territory and at the same time ensure its own long-term development, as long as the rule of law remains unchanged, it will be able to create a near-eternal nuclear peace .

How to prove that the weapon is nuclear energy, you must achieve the achievement of bombing the sky!

All countries fear the heavens and the illusory gods. If they can all be blown up, then it means that peace has arrived and dawn is approaching.

The effect is not enough, the equivalent is added.

It is the characteristic concept of the new era of the scientific research team of Mohism in Qin State.

Yan Ce couldn't help sighing: After receiving financial support, how terrible the brain hole will be.

According to this development, the technology tree is going to break through the sky.

Judging from the current contacts alone, there may be a large number of bombers who engage in the art of blasting in the Mohist school in the future.

Yan Ce will not stop the enthusiasm of the Mohists to explore the unknown. Even if they have not found a stable and controllable explosive, they dare to consult a large number of ancient books to prepare unstable explosives. Inform Miss Bai to prepare a generous spare funeral fund.

After the inspection, the teenager had to prepare to consider the headache of marriage.

The marriage ceremony is held in a big way, and it is announced to the world. The little princess Fusu is not happy to be ridiculed;

That night, Yan Ce didn't sleep well, and woke up several times in his dream. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he was about to become a fairy, and the school courses were temporarily given up because of King Qin's acquiescence.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but the right eyelid has been twitching a lot lately. Fusu must really be going black."

Yan Ce raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to calm down his thoughts.

To be fair, the youth story he wants to enjoy is getting farther and farther away from him.

When the morning sun rose, he went to the Wang Ting to buy practical gifts on his own initiative, and went to Mr. Fei to explain his doubts. The guards of the Wang Ting were still the same people, and when he saw Yan Ce returning to the Wang Ting to check in, he let him go .

Walking through the withered flower garden and two rows of solemn guards, what caught my eye was a head of waist-length black hair, and exquisite clothing with black as the main color wrapped her perfect and proud curves. She was standing on a dead tree Down.

A jug of wine was piled up on the table covered with snow, she looked at the plain white sky beyond the dead branches,

Pick up a jug of wine and have a few sips.

The other palm opened upwards, retaining a piece of ice crystal that was shaken from the branch. Watching it melt rapidly in the palm, the inexplicable emotion on the face seemed to be looking at the demise of pure things.

next moment.

The palms were clenched tightly, and the remaining ice crystals were smashed into pieces, erasing the sentimental and boring emotions.

She tilted her head, and saw the young man who was greeting her, the supreme ruler, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

"As a minister, I'm still as rude as before."

The voice was faint, and Yan Ce did not hear it.

Yingzheng's lips raised a slight arc, and he lightly stretched his jade fingers. The jug hung straight down, and the wine flowed down the spout onto the thin ice.

"What a waste."

Yan Ce noticed that she was looking at him with an expression she had never seen before, and then raised a faint smile, watching the sun pouring down, sprinkled gold powder on her black hair.