Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

I am narrow-minded.

I knew that the government of time existed in 2205 in the Western calendar, but I never thought that 200 years would be enough for the technology tree to develop to a point where it can solve many difficult problems.

I have been looking for a way to solve the injury of the rope tree. I have pursued medical ninjutsu, pinned on the reversal technique, and hoped that one day I can reach the world of supernatural powers, looking for rare healing powers, but I forgot, it seems Ordinary people with nothing are the most creative and possible.

——Technology, the technology passed on from generation to generation.

What medical ninjutsu, what spells, what supernatural powers, everything, a hundred years later, will be buried in science.

The colorful world is fascinating, almost, almost my world view will be eroded by the bustling world.

I closed my eyes tightly, and strengthened my historical materialism in my heart.

Only the original heart cannot be abandoned.

"Mr. AR, thank you!" I bowed abruptly to him, "Thank you very much!"

"Huh? No, it doesn't need to be so formal?" He was taken aback, and hurriedly jumped over to try to help me up, but he couldn't compete with his strength, so he had to force me to finish the ceremony.

I straightened up, showing a relieved smile: "No, you have helped me a lot, this gift is worth it."

"Okay, okay." The mage who failed in the melee resistance was extremely helpless, "Time is running out, go in first?"

I quietly took a small step back and tried: "Well, can this opportunity be kept?"

He stared and asked, "What do you say?"

……cannot.

As I said before, the opportunity is rare, and next time I will have to report for a year.

Hold on, make a report...

My eyes lit up, and in the next second, an application form was slapped on the table.

"Please put away your expressive expression," the kind-hearted judge gritted his teeth, "Come out and get it after you're done!"

After understanding the meaning, I immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Understood, I'll go right away!"

I swiftly pushed myself into the repair cabin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the big naginata that had been set aside turned into a human form, vigilantly guarding the side of the cabin door, met my gaze, and nodded reassuringly.

--give it to you.

--give it to me.

I closed my eyes in relief.

Different from the usual long sleep, the regeneration cradle only ran for 10 minutes, which was only enough time for a nap, but at the moment when the 10 minutes were about to run out, I suddenly had a feeling: this dream is about to wake up It's—a premonition.

Is it finally here?

In fact, if this journey ends with this, it is actually quite good.

But when I thought of Mr. Gojo who I threw at the demolition site, Yanrong who was guarding the door, and the application report for the use of the regeneration cradle that had not yet been written, I struggled to regain my sanity at the borderline where I was still awake.

Wait for me a second, don't wake up!Wait for me to settle the most important thing, and then wait for me to say goodbye, in short, 5 minutes, let me stay in bed for a while!

I stepped out of the cabin door in a hurry, grabbed the wrist of Fu Sangshen who was guarding the warehouse door, and picked up the application form and pen with the other hand——I found that I couldn’t write Japanese, and looked at AR for help——

The AR that had been prepared a long time ago took out another report that had already been written and shook it: "I know you are going to do this, and your Fu Sangshen wrote it for you."

So I turned to look at Yan Rong gratefully - too high to see his face, so I grabbed his hand and shook it.

——Yanrong is the best!

"I will help to submit the form, but let me explain in advance," AR said with a solemn expression, "It is my personal thanks for bringing you here, but this application is no longer in the category of thanks, I will truthfully report it according to the process, as for the specific results I can't guarantee how."

I nodded again and again: "Well, thank you, that's enough."

As long as it is handed over, the Shizhi government still owes me a condition that has not been fulfilled. There is no accident, and they will agree.

One thing was settled, I hurriedly said goodbye to the god-inspector who had helped me a lot, and dragged Fu Sangshen to the demolition center.

"Wu-chan-"

My shout echoed over the ruins, causing the passing community animals to turn their heads one after another.

"Yo~" Gojo Satoru, who was standing in the center of the glowing teleportation array with a familiar big round fan, waved his hand, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, if you don't come here, I will take this away, here."

The big round fan was thrown high, and I subconsciously reached out to catch it: "Mr. Wutiao?"

"It's over here for me, and they said they could give me a ride." He waved his hand chicly, "It's time for you to leave, right? Some people are sad about the farewell, so I decided to go one step ahead of you."

I couldn't help grinning: "Yes, I've been sent off too many times."

This kind of farewell is more to my liking, as expected of you, Gojo Satoru.

"Go back and have a good rest. You have kept your salary card. Come and play with me when you have time." He also grinned, and gestured with his fingers together. "I remember someone promised Youruhito that he would cut off his body." Cursed of immortality?"

"Of course, definitely!" I laughed, "Goodbye, Satoru!"

A fine light shines from the teleportation array, surrounding the people in the center of the array:

"Goodbye, Hana."

……

The remaining incidents were resolved at the speed of light. I was completely relieved, relaxed, and waited for the next sign of awakening.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I dragged Yanrong to wander around the ground that had already begun to level up.

Probably because the image of Zhen Yanrong is different from the records of the government of the time, along the way, there are always people who cast their eyes on them, friendly and curious, at this time, Yan Rong will show off and shake his head On the cloak behind him—there were four strong characters of "Evil Ghost Killer" rolling and surging.

I feel a little childish for no reason.

I couldn't help laughing, and strode forward super cooperatively.

Along the way, I ran into a few people who were once trapped in Honmaru together. This time, they came to report on their work. After confirming that they were all safe, they hurriedly said goodbye. However, a few interrogators took the opportunity to exchange a few words. sentence, and added contact information.

I am in control of the contact terminal specially provided by the Government of Time, and I am at a loss for the sudden expansion of my social circle.

——This kind of feeling is not bad at all, but I don’t know if it will be useful when I go back.

...Should be useless, right?

The only pity is that the fusangshen in Honmaru, headed by Akita Toshiro, have been sent to the stunt repair pool and cannot be seen for the time being.

It is said that this terminal contact machine is an extra reward that Akita asked me to give me, and it can also enter the internal forum of the God Judge to fill in the water and chat... Why does it feel a little weird?

I tilted my head and thought for a while, but I didn't seem to find any problems.

Yan Rong, who let me lead me away, stopped along with me, lowered his head and asked, "My lord?"

"Well," I shook my head: "Forget it, it shouldn't be a big deal."

At this moment, the pulling feeling of space reappeared.

"Yan Rong, here we come," I reminded him, "Hold me, don't let go!"

Although after several times of space conversion, I have also gained experience to ensure that I can carry some items to transfer, but just in case...

I gritted my teeth and widened the connecting contract. The breath of one person, one blade was in sync with each other steadily. There was a tight pull from the chains entangled in the depths of the contract. I followed this force to strengthen again, and then strengthen——

At a certain critical point of the pulling, my feet were empty and my eyes went black!

Dream is back.

In the end, there was the rattling sound of the chain being stirred, and Fu Sangshen's hand that never let go.

—Successful.

Belongs to my world, the female voice of Tian O elf sounded for the second time:

[Your 10:[-] [-]-minute alarm clock will be played soon——]