Solar System Survival Program [Unlimited]

Although this is not a good situation, Fu Chongming still sits firmly on the throne, holding Lu Huaixing in one hand, and picking up the fruit in the fruit plate with the other. He even behaves like he can see mummy dancing pole dance outside his window every day. With a look of commonplace, he said casually:

"You deal with it, but be quick, if it affects the perfection of the wedding..."

He dragged his voice meaningfully, and didn't complete the sentence, but the implication was very clear - if you can't do it, you have to die.

Under his gaze, the guards gradually turned on the shaking mode. Fu Chongming waved his hand lazily, and the guards tried their best to maintain elegant etiquette, and left at the same speed as five times fast forward.

"Tsk." Fu Chongming broke his power a second after the door closed, "It turns out that being a tyrant is quite interesting."

Lu Huaixing nodded - it is interesting to see Fu Chongming as a tyrant.

As the supreme ruler of a kingdom, he still wants to marry a god. If Fu Chongming is not a "tyrant" enough, something will happen.

As for perfunctory and intimidating guards, it was Fu Chongming's actions after careful consideration. After all, how could an emperor and king express his concern and rush to the front line as soon as he heard about some strange troubles?

Suddenly, some kind of heavy and generous music played a prelude, and then a female voice suspected of being Mona Lisa said in mourning:

[In the 376-point arena, the contestant Luo Xi was kicked off the throne by her people, and failed to regain the royal power in the present world within the stipulated time. She was ruled out and left with regret. 】

——Sudden broadcast.

The smiles on the corners of their mouths disappeared instantly.

Fu Chongming: "Do you think she died in the competition?"

"It's decided to be out, it's a pity to leave, it's hard to say." Lu Huaixing's face darkened, "But this wording at least shows that dying once in this game is not really dead, and not dying in the game does not necessarily mean that you can live Leave."

... Could this be the reason why you have to fight to the death for the position of supreme pharaoh?

In a hurry, the days in the game are still going on in an ancient slow-paced way. In this era, there is no Internet, and there is no navigation or positioning. Facing the hand-painted scribbled map, Fu Chongming can even judge the terrain and direction. No, I can't find where the other seventeen kingdoms are.

So he got up and went to the temple, wanting to ask Luo Songyang if there was any good way, but when he entered the door, he saw Luo Songyang looking up at the sky.

Fu Chongming looked over suspiciously. The main hall was very high and there were murals on the wall, but the places above were too high to be illuminated clearly, so it was hard to see exactly what was painted.

"A clue?" he asked.

Luo Songyang looked sideways and waved his hands: "No, I just have a nosebleed."

Fu Chongming lowered his head again: "..."

The tech boss had no idea that he had led the untechnical combatants into the ditch. He picked up a piece of cloth next to him, covered the tip of his nose, and asked sullenly, "What's wrong?"

"What's going on with you these two days?" Fu Chongming asked seriously as if nothing happened.

Luo Songyang shook his head: "About this game? Not yet, but I'm thinking about other things."

In front of him were a few slates, on which a lot of formulas were drawn and written with carbon sticks, and there were also some design drawings that non-professionals could not understand.

Luo Songyang noticed Fu Chongming's gaze and explained: "The priests found a bunch of spell books and let me read them. I can't really study the ancient Egyptian writing. There is no paper to use here, so I I had to draw on these spell books."

"No." Fu Chongming frowned, "Don't move, I'll write it down and take it back for Chief Lu to look at. Although I don't study history, I have watched many Egyptian-themed TV series before, and the hieroglyphs in them It doesn’t quite resemble the one on your slate, so there might be some clues.”

Luo Songyang was taken aback, and quickly handed over the slate: "I don't know him, and I don't watch TV, remember."

"Forget it, I can't remember, there are too many." Fu Chongming said, "I don't paint either, so just give me the slate."

Luo Songyang: "...you are the pharaoh and you have the final say."

These scriptures are all used to praise the Sun God, but since Fu Chongming will soon be the "God Queen" of the Sun God, no priest would dare to stop him from taking a piece. , just because the slate is too heavy.

However, Lu Huaixing was stunned the moment he saw the slate.

Immediately, a strong murderous aura flashed across his eyes, and the pendant gem on his chest instantly turned red, but only for a moment, more emotions surged, stronger than anger, and soon, this redness turned back to gray again Fu Chongming was shocked to find that after the killing intent passed, something in the corner of Lu Huaixing's eyes became crystal clear.

"You..." Fu Chongming never thought that Lu Huaixing would have such a reaction, he was at a loss for a moment, and after a while he came over, carefully touched the tears from the corner of Lu Huaixing's eyes with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, " You... don't cry."

"I don't." Lu Huaixing replied with his head tilted, and replied with a stiff neck: "Light and darkness, you are wrong."

"Well, I was wrong." Fu Chongming nodded.

However, Lu Huaixing's slender fingertips were still clinging to the grooves on the edge of the stone slab, and the wings of his nose were slightly opened and closed, as if he was suppressing the sound of sniffling.

Perhaps it was because the worry on Fu Chongming's face was too obvious, Lu Huaixing sighed slowly: "Well, I cried, but it was because I was happy. You can laugh if you want to."

Fu Chongming felt that his heart was as soft as cotton candy, but for the first time, he had no time to play tricks to take advantage of it, because he was a little surprised: "Why, do you really know the ancient Egyptian writing on this slate?"

What is there on it that can make the stellar leader of the Stardust Army cry?

Fu Chongming looked at him, his heart beating like a drum unconsciously.

Can make Lu Weishuang weep... He only has one guess.

"The official text of ancient Egypt should be written in hieroglyphic hieroglyphic script, but this one is not, this one is... ghost symbols." Lu Huaixing laughed softly, "It means—'Sir, don't punish me for running around'."

"Really—?" Fu Chongming's eyes widened slowly, and he couldn't even close his mouth. He was usually eloquent, but for the first time he was tongue-tied and stammered, "This is, this, who wrote it?" of? How did you understand it?"

"The surface layer of this stone slab has two layers of clay, with a slight difference in color in the middle. The surface layer is painted with ghost symbols, and the inner layer is the real message. These interlaced engravings are of different depths, but the color difference can be used to read the text. And for Masquerading as hieroglyphics, the phrase is a mashup of words from four languages."

Fu Chongming stared at the stone slab, as if his sight could burn through it, then he shook his head: "I can't see the difference in color, it's a whole piece of mud color!"

"The difference between the two colors is too small. If you put it into the graphics processing software of the computer, the numerical difference may be only 1, which cannot be recognized by the human eye." Lu Huaixing raised his finger and tapped his temple, "The chip is fine."

Fu Chongming gasped, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice: "So this is...them?"

"Where are the other tablets?"

Fu Chongming immediately replied: "Where is Luo Songyang?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Huaixing slowly pursed his lips into a straight line.

Fu Chongming was silent and looked at him.

"I have implanted two kinds of chips." Lu Huaixing didn't say anything directly, he just explained calmly, "You know, the advanced technology developed by Wen Zhengyuan has not yet been perfected and adjusted. Need to remotely control the orbital gun to help me blow up the asteroid, so I have to use it directly."

"I know, that thing's inaccuracy, and being disturbed by the light tower energy again, is the direct contributing factor to your split personality."

"But before this model, there is another official biochip that has passed the safety test..." Lu Huaixing was silent for a while, and finally said in full:

"That set of chips has functions such as emergency contact, positioning, and auxiliary vision. Every member of the Stardust Legion has them."

"...Can it be taken out?"

"This can't, the two are designed with different materials. This set of chips is equivalent to growing in the nervous system. When the design life is over and it's time to retire, they will be degraded and metabolized under biological action." Lu Huai Xing replied, "If you want to take it out, you probably can't completely distinguish the brain tissue from the chip."

The hall was silent for a long while.

"Let's go, let's go and see the other stone slabs first." Lu Huaixing walked out of the room first.

They rushed to the temple, Luo Songyang was not there, his design drawings and formulas were placed on the table, this time he found someone's robe and drew it with a carbon stick, and he had wiped the other slates clean .

There were seven stone slabs in total, Lu Huaixing's fingers brushed over their surfaces one by one, and when he saw the last one, he finally couldn't help laughing.

It wasn't the kind of tiny expression that twitched the corners of his mouth. Although his voice was not high, even very soft, he did look at the stone slab and laughed out loud.

"What?" Fu Chongming leaned over, "Could it be a joke?"

Lu Huaixing pointed to the seven stone slabs one by one:

"'Sir, don't punish me for running laps'. 'Unintentional, not much awake'. 'Man sleeps a lot'. '11.33.97'. 'Ring, fleet, heavy'. 'Energy traction, anchor, I work hard try to find'."

His fingers stopped on the seventh slate, and he was a bit dumbfounded: "This one is... well, this one is, '"Little Wolf Dog and Pretty Chief" is documentary literature! Sprinkle flowers!'."

After hearing this, Fu Chongming was startled for a long time before he laughed: "This is the adjutant you said loves Lalang?"

"Elena Chernieskaya." Lu Huaixing replied, "She is saying: She is in good condition now, and she still has the strength to worry about being fined for running laps. She didn't keep silent on purpose, but the time she was awake before was not enough. There are a lot of us; we have a lot of people, but they seem to be in a dormant state; 11.33.97 is the coordinates of the Phobos base; there is a large group of machines carrying heavy firepower to surround the earth. She can't describe what it is, probably because time is limited and I can't write it down, and Energy traction has an anchor point for positioning, but where and what the anchor point is, she is trying to find out."

"..." Fu Chongming heard that his breathing was becoming short of breath, but he tried his best to calm down and asked, "Is this really Yelena? If the others are still alive and forced to sleep after being captured, why would she wake up?"

"I can be sure, but I don't know why she can do it." Lu Huaixing replied decisively, "This is the tone and improvisation that Yelena will have. If Civilization X can fake Yelena's news so that I can't even see it False, they would not have made so many misjudgments of human emotions before. At least, the one who was involved in the game by me should not be Lu Yan who doesn't know where he is flying as a whole."

——If Civilization X understands human emotions enough, and has the ability to see everything about Lu Huaixing, then it should be Zhao Yuzhu or Charlie who will be drawn into the competition.But just because Zhao Yuzhu and Lu Huaixing were facing each other on the surface, and Charlie was just a laboratory workaholic who pretended to be a guardian but raised children all the year round, neither of them had ever competed for a bird.

At this moment, Luo Songyang also came in from the door.

Lu Huaixing glanced at him: "How are you?"

Luo Songyang sighed: "Frankly speaking, I'm probably too worried about Xiaobei. I'm a little anxious. I've been having nosebleeds these days."

"I will find him." Lu Huaixing nodded, "I will bring him home intact and healthy."

The author has something to say: Fu 36: Officer Yelena is right, Little Wolf Dog and Officer Qiao are documentary literature!

Mr. Shuang: What a fart.

Little Xingxing (serious): It's not documentary literature!The little wolf dog subordinate there is 36cm, what kind of monster are you?