Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

When Yuan Hei woke up, the lights in the room turned on automatically, and said in a hoarse voice, "Turn it down, he's still sleeping."

The smart butler naturally turned off the lights, Yuan Hei turned over from the bed, and looked back at Song Zhixun who was still sleeping.

Song Zhixun was indeed getting fat, and he looked very cute with a little flesh. Before that, he and himself had always looked malnourished.

Living in the upper class has its own rules, but it seems that it is not as unobtrusive as the lower class, and Song Zhixun is the lucky one who struggled hard to stay in the upper class and has not been kicked out, to some extent.

"Now it seems that you are lucky to send this guy?" After all, being chosen by the gods, the resources that can be used have greatly increased.

I have never minded supporting Song Zhixun, and even Song Zhixun's naturalized parents who are willing to join his family will not object, but I don't know why Song Zhixun has been very strong and unwilling to be naturalized, and has been struggling with his own efforts.

Yuan Hei once looked at Song Zhixun who was too thin, and proposed to supply Song Zhixun with nutritional medicine for a period of time, but was rejected.

"It's okay, I found a new job, and I will have money to eat soon!"

That stubborn boy at the time was now fattened up in Palace Lastre.

He has always been unwilling to accept help from others, that is to say, perhaps Song Zhixun has accepted in his heart that he belongs to the Rastri Palace.

Fished out Song Zhixun's wrist from the quilt, where it was supposed to represent the ID of the upper class, but now there was nothing there, and the punishment of almost breaking the arm that would have been suffered by forcibly taking off the bracelet, now there is no trace left on the arm. No trace of any scars, as if there was nothing here in the first place.

Now he...was no longer from the same world as himself.

"It hurts very much." Song Zhixun closed his eyes and said, "When I took off the bracelet, it hurt so much. I really thought my hand was going to be broken. In the end, it was just a skin trauma, and it will heal soon."

"If you insist on taking it off by force, why don't you just ask your gods to help?"

"In order for those people to locate me accurately, I came out that time to let them know where I am."

"What about this time? Will you be able to pass normally in the country of steel when you come out this time?"

"I was worried at the beginning, but later I realized that worrying was unnecessary." Song Zhixun sat up and took out the Tongliao card from his clothes. "This seems to be universal."

Yuan Hei glanced at the card in Song Zhixun's hand, and frowned: "I guess it's not that simple. Since all the things of the person who was brought in are equivalent to cancellation, you can still use it when you take it out... You can guess that they should be You did something wrong or you have been followed and let go since you came out."

"It's very possible that I don't even have anyone to verify my identity when going to and from the upper and lower floors." Song Zhixun didn't think about it at first. He thought it was because everyone was used to machine work, but the machine had an omission.

"I'm afraid you are the first stowaway in the Iron Kingdom for a long time." Yuan Hei smiled, "It's actually quite touching to think so."

"Come with me? I'll take care of you?" Song Zhixun joked as he leaned against the head of the bed with a smile.

"Back when I wanted to raise you, you refused, but now you want to raise me, do you think I will?" Yuan Hei stretched out his hand and pushed Song Zhixun back into the bed, stretched out his black hand towards Song Zhixun's itchy flesh, Song Zhixun rolled over with a smile In the quilt, I used the quilt to surround myself, hiding incessantly.

Song Zhixun's face turned red when he smiled, and he was fighting with Yuan Hei like a child. It was a reassuring smile that he had never shown in the Raster Palace, pure and innocent, without any worries.

The god sitting in the bottle looked at the two human beings. As human beings, they are not young, but the childishness has always existed in the human body, and it will only be released unscrupulously among the closest people.

A fantasy that had never appeared before emerged in Gong Gong's mind. If the Queen of God also showed such an unscrupulous expression, laughing and playing around and entered his arms... He was looking forward to the birth of such a happy scene.

But it's not possible.

They are essentially distinguished from Yuan Hei.

"So do you know carpenters?" Song Zhixun asked with his head tilted as he sat on the round black aircraft.

"I don't know much, but I know where to look for it." It's completely different from the usual formal clothes, and the baggy clothes are quite different from usual.

Song Zhixun grinningly reached out and opened Yuan Hei's clothes to poke his abdominal muscles: "You usually exercise a lot?"

"Be more diligent than a fat guy like you."

Song Zhixun saw the so-called woodworking museum for the first time. He had never appeared in such a place. After he really entered, he was really surprised by the appearance inside.

It is probably because I have long been used to seeing all kinds of wood in the Rasteri Palace. When I saw those woods with no value at all, they were neatly and carefully displayed in the special environment of the museum and carefully preserved. , I understand more and more in my heart the collapse of the situation that the country of steel is facing now.

"I've already contacted the curator here, and I think he'll be here soon." Yuan Hei stood beside Song Zhixun, looking at where Song Zhixun looked, "Wood is a very magical thing. It obviously has life. But it's dead."

"Maybe this is why our biology is not so good?" Song Zhixun asked.

"I remember that my biology score seems to be better than yours." Yuan Hei stroked his forehead and thought.

Song Zhixun's face froze: "It should be because there are too few chapters on the growth of trees..."

God knows that even though he and Yuan Hei have grown up together, his grades have never surpassed Yuan Hei once, and even once, he has never surpassed Yuan Hei. This guy is basically born to overwhelm him in terms of learning. layer.

"However, I have been away from school for so many years, and I basically don't remember what I learned at the time." Yuan Hei knocked on the glass with his hand, "The environment here is specially made. Is the environment the same?"

"I feel pretty much the same on the inside as I do on the outside."

The air in the country of steel is poisonous. In order to adapt to such a harsh environment, human beings have rapidly evolved new organs. It is only through continuous evolution and the efforts of human intelligence that human beings have become the guardians of the planet.

"Actually, I have always believed that even if this world is destroyed, human beings will find their own way to survive." Yuan Hei smiled, "After all, the cockroaches that were once hailed as immortal myths can no longer appear in the country of steel. .”

"Eh..." Song Zhixun blinked, and suddenly knocked on the glass bottle curiously, "Gong, are you the god of the universe or the planet?"

Gong: "...It's not like that."

"How was that divided?" Song Zhixun asked.

"It is divided according to the world." Gong lowered his eyes, "Specifically, each world should have its own rules, not necessarily the division of planets and universes, everything is defined by the former god of the beginning .”

The god of the beginning, Rast... Rast then divided the Ruihe palace.

"Gong..." Song Zhixun said suddenly, "Does Rust hate you and Rui?"

Gong was stunned for a moment: "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know." Song Zhixun turned his head, "I just suddenly had this idea."

"This is the curator." Song Zhixun turned his head when he heard the voice, and the target was an old man. His face was already very old. Song Zhixun was a little surprised. In this era, it is basically directly buried, and there is no such thing as an old man. process.

But the old man in front of him was already bald, his beard was pale, and the wrinkles on his cheeks were obvious. There was no trace of a knife being used. This was simply pure in the country of steel.

"It's really troublesome for you to come here personally." Yuan Hei seemed a little surprised that the curator didn't use a robot but came here directly.

The old man was not tall, but he couldn't tell whether it was because his body had shrunk or his height. When he looked up, Song Zhixun could see the dense wrinkles around his eyes, and felt that aging was a bit scary.

If human beings let it go, is this what it will look like in the end?

"I know you, a very famous person on the Internet." The old man walked slowly, looking trembling, "You said that you gave flowers to people, did you grow them yourself?"

"En." Song Zhixun seemed to know something when he heard the other party's question, and stretched out his hand towards the old man, "Nice to meet you, do you know carpentry?"

"Yes." The old man tapped the cane on the ground, "This is wood in my hand."

"It won't dissipate?"

"Of course it was handled in a special way."

It can be seen that the old man's cane is very cherished, without any flaws. Song Zhixun squatted down and looked carefully. The texture of this wood is very beautiful, and there is a circle of sealed objects around it. I am afraid this is to ensure that the cane will not rot naturally. s things.

"You can tell you really like wood."

"How do you plant flowers? Then you must be able to plant trees too?" The old man raised his head with serious eyes, "Take me to your base."

"It is true that I have planted quite a lot of trees. I want to use these trees now, so I urgently need a carpenter." Although Song Zhixun hoped to find a carpenter, this old man can't even walk...

He remembered that it was a bit laborious for Iser and the others to cut down trees. Could such a trembling old man be qualified for the carpenter position he wanted in his mind?

"How much wood do you have?" The old man raised his head, and Song Zhixun saw joy in his dull eyes.

"Many, very many, inexhaustible."