I am in love with the planet

"drop."

At this moment, the communicator on the wrist was connected.

"Lingjun," before Yuan Lingjun could speak, he saw Master Angel's excited face, lost his usual calm, and said, "The signal tower has been repaired!"

"The signal has been searched and is connecting to other planets." Jingwei also showed half of his face on the screen of the communicator.

"...I see." Yuan Lingjun smiled and told them: "I will log in as an administrator later and start preparing for the opening of the DeWolf sector server."

"By the way, there is one more thing..." After hesitating for a while, Yuan Lingjun told Master Angel about the secret surveillance of the two one-star craftsmen.

"I see." Frowning, Master Angel put away the happy expression on his face.

He twirled a small spinning top in his palm: "Don't worry about this matter, don't let those two people out yet, just to be safe, you can move to this villa tomorrow."

"...Okay." Yuan Lingjun didn't say much.

Before hanging up the communicator, he seemed to hear Master Angel talking to himself: "Deperot Academy... has taken root on the planet for so long, it's time to move."

Seeing that Master Angel had his own ideas, Yuan Lingjun was relieved a lot, and temporarily diverted his energy from this matter.

Next comes normal working hours.

Under the background sound of Mr. Yong's horror movie, Yuan Lingjun was slowly making the prosthetic limbs and electronic eyes that he received orders today. He turned his head from time to time to exchange with Mr. Yong about the female ghost's clothing, shape, sound effects and props .

"The color of this blood is very unprofessional," Yuan Lingjun said casually while polishing the joints of the mechanical arm, "The human veins and blood vessels are cut, and the blood contains high oxygen content. It should be dark red. How can it be like this?" Same, like tomato juice."

Changyou was stretching out his paws to grab the tomatoes in the fruit plate, when he heard the words "Ouch~" in horror, he trembled while holding his paws.

Teacher Yong is very interested in this topic. It also waved its claws to conjure up several pools of blood of different colors, quantities, and blood splatter shapes, and asked Yuan Lingjun to analyze which scene they were suitable for.

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

Yuan Lingjun is also an experienced audience who has watched hundreds of horror movies, and he had an in-depth discussion on this issue with him, and he patted Teacher Yong on the shoulder and suggested: "Plasma horror movies are not so popular now, after all. It’s the same after watching too much, but psychological films have a wide audience, high popularity, and are not easily outdated... Let me look for you, have you seen "Midnight Ring"? The "Grudge" series is actually not bad... "

"..."

While the two big brothers were discussing academic issues, the other small animals in the house had already consciously crawled into their beds, covered their ears, shivered, and were as quiet as chickens.

I can't afford to be offended, I'm asleep.

Silent all night.

·

The next day, Yuan Lingjun first sent the members of the "Shanhai Acrobatic Troupe" to work, and then called the housekeeper robot of the apartment.

"Return the lease."

He paid the money readily, put all the big luggage into Guoer's cake skirt, then picked up his robot and his little yellow chicken, patted his buttocks in full view, and took a taxi to Master Angel's villa.

"Teacher, I'm here to join you!"

Today is a day off, and there is no need to go to work. Yuan Lingjun directly washed vegetables, cut meat, prepared seasonings in the villa, and cooked a long-lost hot pot for everyone.

"Well, it's delicious!"

Jingwei's lips were dyed bright with red oil, his eyes were also bright, and he could barely speak, Chong Yuan Lingjun gave him a thumbs up——

"It still smells like that!"

Yuan Lingjun smiled triumphantly, and asked her, "It's not worse than Dawa's Chuan Chuan, is it?"

"of course."

Speaking of Dawa, Jingwei seemed to think of something, and glanced at Yuan Lingjun, but Yuan Lingjun was talking to the little yellow chicken in his arms, so he didn't notice her little move.

Master Angel has been calm and detached since we met, but from the white administrator helmet he keeps beside him, and the movement of constantly sending food to his mouth, it can be seen that he is totally absent-minded and has no energy at all. Put it on this hot pot.

"Don't eat it."

Finally, when Master Angor picked up a piece of pepper, rinsed it in the red oil, and was about to put it in his mouth, Yuan Lingjun stretched out his chopsticks to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Master Angel asked suspiciously.

Yuan Lingjun sighed, and took out a mirror from Guo'er's skirt to show him.

"If you can't eat spicy food, eat less. How are your lips swollen?"

"Oh." Master Angel put down the pepper in a daze, and picked up a piece of ginger.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

After the meal, after tidying up his room, Yuan Lingjun was forced by the impatient Master Angel to pull him under the signal tower.

"..."

The corner of Yuan Lingjun's mouth twitched fiercely as soon as he saw the new-looking signal tower.

The racecourse, which was originally full of greenery and stretching as far as the eye can see, has now become full of post-modern style.

In other words, full of violations.

A brand-new signal tower was erected in the center of the racecourse. In front of the signal tower was an artificial lake covering an area of ​​more than [-] square meters, and behind it was a hill as high as a two-story building made entirely of ore.

On the left and right sides of the signal tower are two gorgeous and majestic underground palaces. The underground palace is surrounded by a miniature Great Wall with twists and turns. If you look carefully, you can also see the entrances of the two doors. Holding the terracotta warriors inside, I was intoxicated.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

It can be seen that Master Angel not only took care of the psychological state of the engineers, but also the spiritual needs of the small workers. That's why they work so hard and the progress of the project is so fast, it's almost skyrocketing .

"You really feel at home." After being speechless for a while, Yuan Lingjun praised.

Master Angel was very humble: "It's nothing, they all repaired it by themselves, I just left a little place."

Yuan Lingjun estimated the area of ​​his "little bit".

—Very well, about the size of seven or eight of the flats they live in.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

Damn rich people.

Master Angor looked like he didn't want to delay any longer. He held his and Yuan Lingjun's administrator helmets in his hands, and sat with him on the earthen Great Wall of Li Li and Su Lian.

Very good, not collapsed, and the quality of the project is up to standard.

"Can I start setting up the 'Yaochi system'?" he asked.

"You didn't log in yesterday?" Yuan Lingjun asked in surprise.

He didn't believe that Master Angel, holding the administrator's helmet in his hand, could resist entering the system as soon as the signal tower was built.

"I would like to," Master Angel wryly smiled, shaking the administrator 001 helmet in the other hand: "It's a pity that I don't have permission, the teacher probably transferred his administrator permission to Ruth a long time ago, but... ..."

But the jump point has been empty for hundreds of years, and Miss Ruth has no way to transfer this authority to other people.

"I understand."

Knowing the situation, Yuan Lingjun was inconvenient to say anything to poke Master Angel's heart. He shook the helmet in his hand and glanced at Yuanyuan again.

"Don't worry, it will be soon."

The next moment, the consciousness was withdrawn from the body, and after selecting "Yes" on the familiar login interface, the little yellow chicken automatically shut down, and the faceless man and Yuan Ling both appeared in the empty game world at the same time.

"It's time to start another big fight!"

While Yuan Lingjun and Yuanyuan were immersed in the game, Master Angel sat alone in the empty horse farm, looking at a white cloud floating in the sky.

The breeze blew by, blowing his hair, and he looked a little alone.

"Pa-ta." Jingwei threw a handful of pebbles, clapped his hands and jumped down from the west mountain.

She took out a sand fruit from the kit in her chest, wiped it on her clothes, and stuffed it into her mouth. When passing by Master Angel, she took out another one and asked him, "Do you want to eat it?"

Master Angel was a little surprised, and took it over: "Thank you."

"No thanks."

Jingwei also sat down on the Great Wall, and asked him while gnawing some fruit, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"...It doesn't count." Master Angel said.

After a while, he saw Jingwei's immature face, but his eyes seemed to flash with the wisdom of past experience, and he couldn't help but said: "Actually, the real Devorf star is long gone, the planet under our feet is made of I designed and built a space fortress with a clock tower as its core."

"Oh." Jingwei applauded.

She tilted her head with interest, threw the finished fruit core into the artificial lake, and asked, "And then?"

"I have invited many guests to live on this space castle. Some of them have participated in the construction of the clock tower, are interested in it, and have the same goals as me. Some of these friends left, some chose to stay, and some invited More friends came to live.”

"But now, it seems like someone is more than just being a guest."

Master Angel summed it up lightly, and then asked Jingwei: "If it were you, what would you do?"

"Me?" Jingwei pointed at himself and smiled sweetly: "If you don't want to be a guest, then kick him out."

"What if you can't kick?"

"Then cut it into pieces, skin and bones, cut off limbs, and then kick them."

Master Angel: "..."

If Yuan Lingjun were here, he would pat him on the shoulder and comfort him: "Teacher, you underestimate Yandi's daughter too much."

Can the fighting power of the second generation of farmers be underestimated?The big gluttonous boss who didn't look so fierce that he even ate himself obediently called her aunt.

After sitting in the afternoon until it was dark, Yuan Lingjun finally took off the administrator's helmet, stretched himself, and hugged the little yellow chicken beside him.

"grumble."

The little yellow chicken's eyes flashed, and it also turned on the machine.

Then the two of them saw the old and the young, who had moved from the earthy Great Wall to the earthen West Mountain, talking happily while throwing stones.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

"Junjun," the little yellow chicken's eyes flashed garbled characters, he turned his head, and asked Yuan Lingjun blankly, "Did I get the virus again?"

"No."

"Then how did I see...Master Angel made an automatic stone-throwing machine for Jingwei?"