Blessings to the beautiful stars

When the verdict falls, it should be unable to cause any waves.Because anyone with a discerning eye knows in their hearts that this is just a farce; a meeting held in the weakening alliance with the theme of merging the entire territory of the Xindilian into the Jingfu civilization, how can it have any real effect?

It's just that many people need this farce.

The alliance needs to use it to curry favor with the Jingfu civilization in order to maintain its influence; the creatures of various civilizations in the auditorium also need the appearance that the new emperor alliance can be checked and balanced by the alliance, so as to relieve the newly rising and domineering Zuo Wu in their hearts fear of the regime.

For the chief referee this time, this is just his job.

For Jingfu Wenming, this referee was originally their request.After the verdict came down, Jingfu Civilization also sent a letter of thanks to the alliance, saying that the actions against the alliance were not satisfactory.

We all know that poor means generally satisfactory.The Jingfu who used this word had a condescending attitude, as if they were the superiors of the alliance.

The condescending "thank you letter" was quietly lying in the mailboxes of every upper-level member of the alliance, but none of the upper-level members of the alliance raised any objections.

What else can I do?I have made up my mind to curry favor with the Jingfu civilization, which has the most hard power in the galaxy. After playing such a farce with them, the majesty has been discredited. At this moment, it is impossible to fight against the Jingfu civilization. Otherwise, who can recover the sunk cost?
I did it all.The lower limit has been broken a long time ago, and being condescending...it doesn't seem so unacceptable, does it?
Against the seemingly never-ending hustle and bustle of the Alliance's bleak galaxy.

All the upper echelons of the alliance were dead silent in the face of this "thank you letter", as if a glorious era that lasted for a thousand years had broken and slipped away in their hands.

The chief referee this time is also a high-ranking member of the league. He has already read the "thank you letter".

His verdict marks the defeat of Xindilian, and it is still the last step before the territory of Xindilian is formally merged into the territory of Jingfu civilization in name - it needs representatives of the alliance, Xindilian and Jingfu civilization Signing the issued document signifies that everything is settled.

The ordering of delegate names on the document is interesting.

The Alliance is in the center at the top, and the Xindi Alliance and Jingfu Civilization are juxtaposed a little below.It's just that the space left for the alliance to sign is very small, and the representative of Xindilian is absent, so the large space is left for Jingfu Wenming.

The chief referee, who felt the chair was burning his ass, stood up and handed the document to Jingfu Wenming's aging representative.The aging representative has been groggy all the time, but he can write a good handwriting that is full of flamboyance. If the good bones and the others are still there, they can only find a gap between the words.

After signing, the old-fashioned representative suddenly pointed at the document: "Chief referee, why didn't you sign your name?"

"I...I have to cooperate with you...You, sign now, sign now."

The chief referee laughed, feeling that his hands were heavy.It is clearly a document of Xindilian merging into the other party, but it also looks like a letter of surrender from Chaojingfu civilization of the alliance.

What else can I do?It's just your job.The chief referee convinced himself that it was not as difficult as he imagined.

In that small space, he signed his long name.Before and after the signing, the hustle and bustle in the dim galaxy remained the same.

The representative of Jingfu Civilization grunted a few times, didn't even look at the signature of the chief referee, and pointed to the narrow space on the document that belonged to Xindilian: "They left, what should I do if they sign?"

"According to the usual practice, the signature of the defendant who left the meeting will be signed by us. After attaching an explanation of the situation, it is equivalent to Xindilian's autograph."

The representative of Jingfu Civilization blinked his cloudy eyes: "I still need to explain the situation? I haven't heard of it, so hurry up and write!"

The referee started to nod and bow: "Just write it, just write it... It's just that I'm considering whether to sign their lawyer's name or directly write their emperor's name."

"Whatever, write quickly." The old-fashioned representative suddenly burst into an inexplicable vitality, and began to pay attention to the time frequently.

The referee decided to write Zuo Wu's name, but when he moved the pen, he felt that his arm was getting heavier and heavier.Looking sideways from the corner of the eye again, people in the auditorium also began to leave in twos and threes.

Mostly it was because the exhaustion after venting made the auditorium want to go home, maybe they were fed up with this farce.

The number of people who witnessed their signatures was decreasing, and the chief referee originally thought that he could be relieved.But no, he still felt that the pen was so heavy.

see.

The aging representative of Jingfu Civilization stood up suddenly, and the chief referee realized how tall and big he was; the representative then covered the back of the chief referee's hand with his wrinkled palm.

But there was no force to make the referee's pen start to move. It seemed that the aging representative knew that the words written under his influence were not effective enough.

"What are you waiting for?" the representative of Jingfu Civilization asked, his voice buzzing and trembling.

The chief referee couldn't answer, and looked back at his seat in a strange way—sitting there and adjudicating countless disputes in the galaxy, how many weak regimes survived and the vigorous survival of living creatures was guaranteed?
He had a hunch.

If he really signed the simple two words of his name instead of Zuo Wu, it would mark that the alliance's surrender letter to Jingfu civilization was officially written, and he would no longer deserve to sit on that chair.

"How about we discuss it?" The chief referee raised his head, sneered without confidence, and wanted to use his eyes to keep those people who kept leaving in the auditorium to support himself:

"Your client is really in a hurry. Some of the clauses can be discussed further. Give me a little time, and I can make Jingfu Wenming win face and face! Give me a little more time, just a little time... "

Procrastinate, at least throw this hot potato out!There are so many "capable people" in the alliance, and there are a lot of people who can write a letter of surrender without shame, so why just set me on fire?

did not expect.

When the representative of Jingfu Civilization heard the words, a kind of unspeakable excitement and excitement suddenly burst out on his face, almost like gold paper, and what he said was beyond the expectation of the chief referee:

"I'm dying of old age! It's a good death, you are different!"

"The right and wrong of the Milky Way now and in the past will be judged by the only remaining Jingfu civilization!"

"So for your own consideration, hurry up! Let's fulfill your reputation behind you!"

The sudden speech of the old-fashioned representative echoed in the referee court, which slightly attracted the attention of the auditorium, but did not stop them from leaving.

Most of the people who came to listen here have their own jobs, and they all have their own lives. They all have a long future in the foreseeable future. Although they are old, it is a pity to waste them in this farce.

They left the Inquisition and merged into the bustling bustle of this galaxy illuminated by the dim stars, leaving no trace. They were originally part of the bustling bustle, and even their previous anger and fatigue disappeared into the crowd.

Any anger that was provoked, any worries about the newly rising regime, and any fear of the sudden appearance of giant structures in the galaxy and the Sumeru protozoa are all seasonings for a bitter life.

A bitter life is like a bowl of soup, it's unpalatable but everyone is drinking it, and it's impossible not to drink it, thinking that it will last forever until the end of life.

No one can predict whether the next sip will be rich and full-bodied, or whether the next sip will stop abruptly and drink it to the bottom of the bowl.
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The channel of Diqi has been connected, and the words of the old-fashioned representative are also heard by Fang Nuolu along the channel.

The head of the bureaucracy was stunned, his heart beating like a drum, as if he was about to experience some once-in-a-lifetime event, and subconsciously looked up into the distance——

Xi martyrdom became more and more restless.

But Zuo Wu's eyes kept cruising back and forth on the ground, and the feeling that some good thing was going to happen smoothly became stronger and stronger, maybe he could pick up the high-purity energy coins lost by others on the road just by lowering his head.

Fang Nuolu brought Zuo Wu back to his senses with just one sentence: "Your Majesty, Jingfu Civilization has been in a hurry, and their time seems to have come, now!"

Zuo Wu was dumbfounded, knowing that the "time" of Jingfu Civilization had come and it was time to fulfill the agreement with Yuanhuan.

Why so fast and so suddenly?

And what happened to the joy that something good was about to happen in my heart turned into endless ecstasy?

Zuo Wu couldn't figure it out, and didn't allow himself to be intoxicated with joy, but poked his temple, absorbing the extreme emotions so as not to affect his thinking, and said without hesitation: "Fang Nuolu, tell me about the ring." Give it to Emperor Seven!"

The information was conveyed quickly, all of which were the few words that Zuo Wu was lucky to hear at the gate of the canning factory because of Jingfu Wenming's misfortune, and the explanation was completed in a blink of an eye.

But still in the referee court, he was inexplicably struck by the words of the old-fashioned agent, and felt as if he had been struck by lightning to Emperor Qi.

"Ring? You said that Jingfu civilization has a contract with the ring? No wonder... it's connected, it's all connected!" Di Qi's pupils trembled, and the focus was scattered, and he could hardly focus on the chief referee and Jingfu. The rep is still on that document pulled around.

Zuo Wu directly connected to the communication channel and asked: "What is the ability of the ring?!"

"I think what the ring can do is to give the contractor a 'fate' and create a 'fate' out of thin air." Answered Di Qi.

Zuo Wu felt a little absurd: "No, isn't the power of fate inherent in weaving? Otherwise, where does the luck of pure-blooded humans come from?! The ring should be much stronger than the weaving, so why would Jing Fu Civilization always suffers from bad luck, so that I heard about them signing a contract with the ring?"

at this time.

Zuo Wuneng could hear the commotion from the referee court, the farce was still going on, the chief referee and the Jingfu representative were still arguing about the contract, the arguing soon turned into pushing and shoving, the documents carried on the same screen were taken by the two of them Squeeze around.

Di Qi, who had been watching all this, suddenly knew what he was going to do.

He stood up from his seat and stepped on the backs of the rows of chairs, like a warrior charging on the jagged beach, saying as he charged:
"There are too many theories about the power of the ring! Every relic that records it has different theories! And the creation of destiny is one of the first ones we rule out. The reason is just like your Majesty Zuo said, and weaving Repeated!"

"But thinking about it now, maybe that's not the case... Because of their inherent bad luck, the Jingfu civilization has developed from a regime destined to perish early to today's hard power. Isn't there an existence that personally gave them such a fate? !"

Zuo Wu is also in action, almost instinctively thinking that he should do so, first of all, to hold Feng back, so that he will stop paying attention to safety issues, and then let the technology hunter take full responsibility for opening the void channel, the sooner the better at any cost.

And let those who didn't intend to enter the void on the fugitive number approach this side as soon as possible.

While acting, he asked: "To Di Qi, you haven't explained the contradiction in your words."

"I think we've all misunderstood weaving before. He can never create destiny out of thin air. At most, he can transfer or concentrate destiny..."

Didn't finish talking to Emperor Qi, and staggered; it seemed that the tribunal's surveillance AI noticed the charge of him and his colleagues, judged the actions of these grassroots personnel as disrupting the order of the tribunal, and began to gently stop them, tying them up one by one When I returned to my seat, I brought a copy of "Tips on Court Ethics" for reading.

Somewhat ridiculous.

Over there, the chief referee almost got into a fight with the representative of Jingfu. What kind of "Tips on Ethics" should I read here? !

He growled at Di Qi and began to struggle, his arms were soon rubbed into blood by the restraints.

Here.

Zuo Wu was also stunned, feeling that a long-standing doubt was suddenly solved——

Why is it that the same pure-blooded human beings have different luck to be martyred on the same night?Could it be that the pure-blooded humans in this world line have used up all the luck gathered by the weaving jacket, leaving only a little residue on Martyr Xi's body;
As for the unknown self, the luck concentrated in his body is not used much, at least he has not been squandered by tens of billions of human beings for thousands of years, so the effect is outstanding?
What weaving jackets can do is to gather limited resources, and when they are used up, they are gone.

But the ring can create luck out of thin air, infinite and endless.

"...What about the price?" Zuo Wu asked Di Qi: "The price of signing a contract with Zhitao is the dilution and severance of blood. What about with Yuanhuan? Signing a contract with Yuanhuan cannot be free!"

The Ring must have been less generous than the Weaver, granting such a limited destiny to the civilization of the Mirror.Otherwise, they would have been free from bad luck long ago.

He yelled at Emperor Qi over there, broke his arm bone, and finally got out of the restraint of the seat, kicked the "Tips" away, and launched a final event with several colleagues who also broke free. Charge of:

"According to the statement that the ability of the ring is revealed to be the relic of creating destiny, the price for signing a contract with him is destruction!"

"Use 500 years of unimaginable rapid development in exchange for the destruction of everything that civilization belongs to in 500 years!"

"Attention, everything that civilization belongs to! These seven words are the conditions for the destruction to start!"

Zuo Wu didn't know the reason for the ambiguity of the contract with the circle when he heard Jingfu's civilized dialogue that day. ——Civilization, of course, also includes food culture. Now that canned starfish is selling well in the galaxy, has most of the galaxy been conquered by food culture and become its own?
There is also its own Xindilian. Is it an indisputable fact for Yuanhuan to merge into Jingfu civilization after the verdict, even if it is only in name?
Zuo Wu raised his head and glanced at the sky. In the gloomy universe, there was his own new Emperor Alliance. He asked in a strange way: "...For Emperor Qi, why did you charge forward?"

Said to Di Qi almost subconsciously:
"My comrades and I want to fight for the future of the galaxy. What future is there for the galaxy destroyed by the ring?"

"Your Xindilian has not yet been merged into the Jingfu civilization, although it is only the signature of the chief referee! Other places may...may not be saved, but your Xindilian has not, and there are places that have not been destroyed by the ring One point is one point, I want to... I want to..."

"I'm going to grab that document and stop the representative Jingfu from forcing the chief referee to sign it!"

"I want to save your Xindilian! Leave a bit of land for the galaxy that will not be destroyed by the ring!"

"Even if only a little bit..."

He and his colleagues are just low-level people, but the bloody charge after breaking free from the shackles still has a breathtaking vigor.

The old-fashioned representative Jing Fu looked sideways, and was slapped by the league referee when he was distracted.

His eyes were slapped to the ground, these are false eyes - the creatures of Jingfu civilization do not have the organ of eyes, which means that he is a Jingfu person.

The referee has already snatched the document of Jingfu Civilization's merger with Xindilian into his arms.

This means sighing slightly, straightening up that huge body again, no longer intending to act.

One shot.

The referee's long bone was broken.

Di Qi rushed in front of the breathless chief referee, snatched the document from his arms, a bright look appeared on his face.

The old-fashioned representative just stretched out his long hand and twisted it.

"Gacha" sound.

Dui Qi's spine shattered and turned into thousands of fragments that pierced into his central nervous system.

Jingfu represents that everything is done.

The old man clapped his hands and muttered:
"I'm dying of old age."