intoxicating

——source system——

"What's going on?" Yuan Yi needed to consume a lot of energy to maintain this state, and seemed a little anxious at the moment.

"He can't rely on his will..." Luo said some words intermittently. At this moment, he was in a dilemma, so he could only continue to strengthen his control.

The original six hexagrams are covered with another layer, six on the outside and six on the inside. Through a special structure, the effect is greater than the sum of the two.

Gong Lingxi changed his weapon, but it still wouldn't work, unless he could transform into a mecha and punch it open, but he didn't have the strength and time at all right now.

What if it was replaced by a Valkyrie?

The last time I was able to control so many people, I owe it to Zuo Xiyou. In addition, most people did not enter the boundary. If they were replaced by Golden Fly, the effect would be greatly weakened. Now there is another barrier, so they will be blocked indefinite.

Never mind, try it first.

"I think they're going to lose..." Nightingale gloated a little. Although he had no hatred for the yellow-haired man, Nightingale just saw him as unhappy.

Looking at Mu Xi's expression again, he frowned, as if he was thinking.

What is there to think about, this is the case, what else can be found.Of course, if it were him, the result would be different.

Nightingale turned over, took out his smart brain, and started playing the game. The corners of his eyes were filled with a dazzling light. He raised his head unconsciously. The light had receded, and the narrator's fussy explanation was in his ears.

Isn't it the ability of the scepter, one of the characteristics of the Ziwei Empire, Nightingale continued to play his game of flying the plane.

Nightingale didn't take it seriously, but it didn't mean everyone was like this. Duan Linshuang, who was about to attend the banquet, was sitting in the car, and his brain was playing the game.

The Valkyrie is like a spell that can arouse the fantasy of many people, but these great things still exist in the history books, and it is more valuable for others to admire.

The hexagram flickered on and off, like a light bulb with a bad connection, reaching a certain critical point, and with a "bang", it lost its final effect.

Luoche didn't realize what happened at all, the sword was already pointing at her, no matter how many hexagrams she cast, they all shattered.

Seeing that his companion was being attacked, Yuan Yan didn't care so much, so he immediately mobilized the part of the earth wall closest to Luo Qie to form a temporary defensive wall.

At this moment, under the bombardment, a breach appeared in the earthen wall, and a figure slid in. It turned out that there was only one thought at that moment, and it was too late.

Then Zuo Xiyou must be removed, and all the barriers that originally protected him are facing the other person.

The earth rose up like a giant, and slapped Zuo Xiyou with a palm.

Under the palm, a figure flew out, and the giant's palm was broken in half and turned into dust.

He suddenly felt that the moment became very long. He could see Zuo Xiyou's steps clearly, he could see Luo Qie's panic, and he could also see the long knife approaching Chi Chi, but he couldn't make any movements.

He didn't even remember how he got off the stage, what his teammates said to him, Roche's distraught face danced in front of his eyes, and he felt far, far away.

"Call the doctor, he's overdrawn."

The panic here flashed in front of the camera, the host announced the winning team, and everyone had to enter the arena, and then there was the final match of the preliminary round, which was a match without any suspense.

Nightingale was in a good mood for clearing the level, and after seeing the final winner, she was completely destroyed.

Just in time, he wanted to weed out the yellow hair with his own hands, he thought angrily, but saw that Mu Xi was still thinking.

"Don't look, he can't see you again."

Mu Xi pinched her chin and said thoughtfully, "Zuo Xiyou may not be the third realm."

"If it's not the third realm, it could be the second realm..." Nightingale thought she was telling a joke, but suddenly realized that there was another possibility, but that was too absurd.

"It's the fourth realm."

"Then he can't deal with Luo Qie and Yuan Yi alone, why does he need Huang Mao?"

Mu Xi shook her head and said, "This is just my guess."

"Don't stay in the house all the time. I see there is an aircraft museum nearby. I have booked a ticket. I can go to see it after dinner. There is also a shopping mall nearby."

The two of them went out and walked on the main street of Mingwei Star. Mingwei Star is a highly technological planet, and all public facilities in the city lead to the same direction, which is the center of the entire empire.

But this does not reflect its special features. The source empire is different from all countries. Other countries, whether they are republics, federations, alliances, or empires, are ruled by men in the final analysis. They are ruled by one or several leaders. Administration.

This is not the case for the Yuan Empire. They have an absolute authority, even more powerful than the ancient emperors. It is a computer, a computer that claims to be flawless, omnipotent, and even able to calculate the future. It is called the Source System.

People in the Yuan Empire prefer to call it a god.

Who made it is now unknown, but it has been running for thousands of years without making mistakes.

It can provide clean water and stable electricity to everyone on the planet, keep the city clean and smooth, and control the country's economic and political operations.

If they didn't know it in advance, outsiders would not believe that all this was done by a machine.

Does anyone question all of this?

There are many people in other countries who have doubts about this, and many scientists even predict that this machine will break down after many years, but in Yuan Empire, you can't see this at all.

The people of the empire have the most sincere trust in their gods, and they are more revered than the believers in the corpse country. What the gods bring to them is the stability and confidence in the future that have not changed for thousands of years. Even the gods in ancient myths, Nor can it necessarily do better than the source system.

But the citizens of the empire didn't know that there was a person with a different brain circuit, and he was standing in front of the source system now.

If Gong Lingxi was here, she would recognize him immediately.

The source system occupies the entire planet, but its center is under the protection of a metal building. Behind this sacred gate, God Attendant is standing respectfully outside the gate at this moment, and even he has not noticed that anyone dares to enter disrespectfully.

There are no dense wiring in the room, and there are no flickering lights or energy tubes. These source systems can be resolved by themselves. There are only four metal walls in the room. Behind the walls is the brain of the system.

On the walls, patterns similar to primitive totems are carved, adding to the sense of mystery.

The cold texture of the metal spread to the fingertips. This is the god, a cold instrument.

God?

If you are really a god, you would have predicted what happened today, and you would not die by my hands.

Let's take a gamble on whether you can be like a god, immortal, instead of like an instrument, which loses its energy and is useless.

After getting the tickets for the semi-finals, I wanted to celebrate it. The spaceship to Ming Wei left at nine o'clock in the evening. The group had a simple dinner and arrived at the waiting room at eight o'clock.

After about ten minutes, the team from Mingwei Academy appeared at the entrance. At the front of the team was a long-haired man, and the group occupied the only vacant row of seats.

Feeling a scrutinizing gaze, Gong Lingxi raised her head, and a man with glasses quietly looked away.

There are not many people who are short-sighted these days, especially when he is all custom-made, but still wears glasses, which are like Yu Qiao's pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a decoration.

There were repeated advertisements on the big screen in the waiting room. Gong Lingxi had seen it before, it was a face-changing advertisement.

This is also the feature here. Except for the brain, everything can be changed. Just like the robots in the factory, you can also customize different skin colors and races.

The prototype in the advertisement is undoubtedly perfect, with a retro style, as flawless as a dug-up sculpture, and the rough wind that has become popular recently, which seems wild but full of emotion.

There is also a story in this advertisement, which roughly means that after he changed his face, his girlfriend loves him more.

Gong Lingxi vaguely remembered that when she was still a cell, she could correct her face.In other words, the person who cultivates this fertilized egg can determine the future appearance of the baby.

Taking a peek at Zuo Xiyou, I don't know who trained him, he really understands the aesthetics of the era he lived in before.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's boring to watch commercials..." Gong Lingxi looked away, so he wouldn't tell Zuo Xiyou that the more he looked at his boyfriend, the more pleasing he was to his eyes.

"I haven't corrected the face."

Does this mean that cultivating people doesn't care about appearance at all?

But how many careless people are there? The more important the baby is, the more they want him to have a flawless appearance. Only the mass-produced baby will not care about the appearance.

The birth of Zuo Xiyou was actually an accident, so unlike An Lian, he has no flaws on his face.

Qi Zhao on the other side took up the conversation, "I have corrected my body shape."

"Where do you know this?" Gong Lingxi was surprised, he had never heard of such a thing.

"It would be good to go to the testing center for an inspection, but you can also see some correction tendencies from the appearance. You seem to have not been corrected, and maybe the correction is relatively small."

Qi Zhao lowered his voice again, and said in a voice that no one else could hear, "The same goes for Kong Ying and Zuo Xiyou. Other than that, there are traces of correction."

He doesn't know if he refers to the team or everyone in the waiting room.

Looking up, the handsome men and women who are facing each other are many times better than the template in the advertisement. They may be tall or short, but the body proportions must be the most suitable.

Also, this brother has done a lot of research on these things.

Sensing Gong Lingxi's doubts, Qi Zhao thought that he also wanted to make some corrections, and said, "Ming Weixing's correction technology is very good, even if it is an acquired correction, it can be close to 50.00% of the innate."

"I don't think I need that."

Only this face, which is mixed with the genes of Xirong and Central Plains people, reminded him of his original identity, and he didn't want to forget even these.