Waste Strong Foundation

"I heard from the player that you went around the secret room later, are your hands healed?" Fei Mingqiu sat down with his knees hugged.

Shang Yuan glanced at Fei Mingqiu's empty left hand, "Yes. I was worried about the old man's whereabouts, but I found out..."

"The bone found could be him?" Fei Mingqiu smiled undiminished, "So you are a forensic doctor, Shanggong, you can tell from that."

Shang Yuan took out the animal skin scroll, "And this one. You threw it into the fire pit, but didn't destroy it on purpose—you want me to know?"

"Haha, well, I probably misunderstood a lot of details. Yes, the old priest died, but I don't know what happened; he was not stupid enough to show me the scroll. Fortunately, there are simplified characters on the front. I can remember ten lines at a glance. I downloaded some content. Entering Tianmen is a mistake." Fei Mingqiu slightly crossed his fingers and stretched his wrist outward, and asked, "Shang Yuan, what did you say to me in the carriage last night?"

"...I said, it's good that you are like this now." You are alone, without any scruples.

"I think so too. I probably want to tell you, uh, who am I... I don't know myself. Shang Yuan, you're very good. Unfortunately, I don't remember what I am, but I don't lie You." Fei Mingqiu paused, and finished the second half of the sentence: "What I want to say is what I really thought at that moment. I treat you as a friend, it's true. I won't lie to you, this It's probably true."

Shang Yuan frowned, "Ming Qiu, you—"

"Yes. I won't lie to you. I'm a new Homo sapiens. I was captured by them when I was very young, but then I ran away and met you."

"I guess so. How else would you turn this into a game—and that's something you didn't intend to hide from me?"

"That's right, I can't hide it. You work in a court, so how could you not have come into contact with the "New Homo sapiens Protection Act". But, I'm not going to tell you, if it wasn't for the moment of pride when I killed the millipede last night, I would like to get along with you." You're so confused...um."

Seeing the young man's eyes like a clear moon, Shang Yuan was touched, turned sideways to avoid, and absently collected the animal skin scroll.

After a while, he asked in a deep voice:

"Fei Mingqiu, tell me, have you met me before this incident?"

"Before which?"

"What do you say." Shang Yuan took out the cigarette case, caught a glimpse of the other party drowsy, and reminded helplessly: "...the spaceship is overloaded and forced to land before the earth."

Fei Mingqiu raised his eyebrows and looked up at Shang Yuan's face, "No. Should we know each other?"

Seeing that he was so sure, Shang Yuan felt inexplicably unhappy, raised his hand and tapped Fei Mingqiu's forehead.

Fei Mingqiu didn't hide, but smiled at him while clutching his red forehead, "You can't repay a life-saving grace, let's forget it this time."

The white paper encountered by chance in a foreign land is dyed a little bit of color under the moonlight.

Shang Yuan bit his cigarette butt irritably, and said vaguely: "When I see you, I often think of someone."

Fei Mingqiu smelled the sweet cocoa smell, frowned, and asked in a strange way: "Who? Do you like him?"

Shang Yuan choked, "...how, how is it possible. He...I...you go back to sleep, wake up early tomorrow, I will be there at night."

The moist spring breeze came from all directions, carelessly blowing the broken hair on the foreheads of the two of them.

Fei Mingqiu took a cigarette away, and when he raised his head again, he just smiled, "What, you know all about it. Then I'll leave my life to you."

Shang Yuan hesitated to speak, when he heard the sound of the lighter, he called him in a cold voice: "Fei Mingqiu, that's not smoke."

late.

It's the exact opposite of the breath it emits when it's burning.

The taste that has never been tasted invades the taste buds, the first is astringent, followed by burnt numbness, and finally the extreme bitterness that makes the five senses lose their senses.

Large pieces of black paint were poured into my mind, and I barely opened my eyes to see flying mosquitoes and strange shadows.

Fei Mingqiu made a mistake when he smoked for the first time, and his stomach felt like the sea was overwhelmed. Finally, he knelt on the grass and retched and coughed continuously.

When Shang Yuan helped him up, he was shaking and dizzy, and he didn't remember how he got back to the carriage to sleep.

What the fuck is this?

He thought that he might have cursed such a dirty word while lying on Shang Yuan's back, weeping physiologically, and then something kissed him on the forehead.

Damn, Alpha's inhibitors, ordinary people really don't deserve to take them indiscriminately.

All hallucinations.

#It’s a brother, come to Yanchi to adopt a panda

#SF science fiction group / roller coaster / battle damage

#《Waste》Live

Qiu Xiaosheng is the boss of a VR game studio. The first thing he does when he returns to the office on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year is to check Weibo.

There is no way, VR game technology is immature, and the domestic market is small. At the end of last year, the two groups of art and modeling went hand in hand.

He has heard of "Trash" a long time ago, but for some people, the more lively the new things are spread outside, the more conflicted they are, so until today two professors invited by the FM news channel that they often listen to on the drive today talked about the behind-the-scenes of "Trash" The cultural connotation is the only way to "enter the pit" vertically.

With one hand, he swipe the daily routine of raising pandas uploaded by players and the embarrassing live broadcast of a certain male anchor, he...

Heartbroken shamefully.

This game is so well done!

You can fight monsters when you advance, and farm when you retreat. NPCs are highly intelligent, and they are so fucking good that they don't give their peers a chance to survive.

As for the SF sci-fi group, this should be called "Game Doujin Derivatives", there are many girls who can draw and write articles.

Qiu Xiaosheng likes some four-frame comics very much, politely likes them, and then opens a certain WeChat group.

[(WeChat red envelope) Do you know what the 'Equality and Mutual Aid Committee' is? ]

[how?Want to poach someone?Take a break, Lao Qiu, if there is no support from our country behind the game, I will take your surname. ]

[Ma Binghe, do you know him?Two days ago, the master of Chinese studies published an article at the conference, praising the solid textual research of the costumes in "Trash". ]

[I guess those art textual researches were secretly done by them, what a poacher! ]

Qiu Xiaosheng smiled wryly, "Damn it. This broken game is too domineering. It ruins other people's jobs. Where did it come from the black technology?"

After complaining, he raised his head, exchanged glances with the programmer who reported on time, and spotted the resignation letter in the other party's hand sharply.

The programmer grinned, "Brother Qiu, I'm sorry."

Qiu Xiaosheng's face was full of pain, and he said weakly: "It's okay. Life is forced, we understand each other."

"Understood. Brother Qiu, you can't continue with the project, so go home and help. Isn't your family a magazine?"

Qiu Xiaosheng looked at the construction site outside the office, "Fuck a magazine, the old man is just an editor at the newspaper office—damn, you reminded me!"

His name was not chosen casually: his parents were obsessed with martial arts novels at the time, and hoped that he would become a well-rounded student in the future.

Nowadays, traditional paper media is a sunset industry, and being an ordinary reporter is a dead end. It is still a bit bright to run a game secondary creation website.

Qiu Xiaosheng squatted in front of the computer for most of the day, and sent a cooperation email to the "Waste" official.

The email was replied by Fei Mingqiu.

Since eating the "inhibitor" by mistake, he was mentally exhausted, unable to eat, and couldn't get excited about doing anything. It took him nearly a week to recover.

Because "all thoughts were lost" was too lazy to type, so Fei Mingqiu directly forwarded the email to Ma Binghe's team for processing.

After Shang Yuan arranged the slaves in Yanchi, and took over the management of the website again, he found that there were no long pictures or texts on the discussion board.

It's a good thing.

He touched the cigarette case in his pocket, pursed his lips slightly, and slipped his Adam's apple.

"I'm going out to get some air."

"Yes." Fei Mingqiu lay on the wooden table thinking about how to build the city's underground drainage system. He drew several sketches, but they were not very satisfied.

There were only [-] members of the Qi family left, and yesterday the two sides joined together, led by Qi Fa to live in the place where the Xiong clan people lived.

Yanchi itself has a large number of slaves, plus ordinary people who have been stunned by players and Xiong's fighters, a total of 120 four people.

Some left Yanchi at night and went to the main city, while others were afraid of Yuanyuan's supernatural powers, and finally chose to stay here to continue their lives.

If possible, he would like to turn Yanchi into a second city belonging to the player.

There are many mines and salt wells here, and there are a lot of indigenous people. I'm afraid it doesn't cooperate well with the players, and the infrastructure construction is a bit troublesome.

He wrote down the four characters millipede, then turned to Yuanyuan and asked, "Are there any millipedes? Big ones are needed. This kind of insect is a good raw material for water pipes."

Yuanyuan's paws shook twice, "That won't work, that ghost came here after smelling my scent - I didn't say anything!"

Fei Mingqiu smiled and handed him two skewers of grilled chicken wings, "Yes, but I know."

In the afternoon of that day, the players received a new task with rich experience rewards: [Collect Drainage Pipes (0/5)]

In less than three days, within a radius of tens of miles, the millipede millipedes that were about to become mature but not yet mature were destroyed, and the vomiting and weeping of the divine bird Qingyuan also spread throughout the plain.

The sky is open, spring returns to the earth, and the temperature rises.

The next most important thing is to go back to the settlement to harvest the ripe millet.