Blessings to the beautiful stars

The entertainment management department of Xindilian once wanted to list the war chess game invented by bugmen and mechs as contraband, because it really has a magical power, and those who can play chess are deeply involved in it, and time is wasted.

He and Rong Liangyuan had been talking to each other for a while, and Zuo Wu realized that his body was extremely stiff from sitting for a long time when he was about to get up and leave.

Reminisce again, get rid of the excitement that has been fermented in the brain during the game.

Zuo Wucai vaguely remembered that his conversation with Rong Liangyuan only took up a very small part of the whole process, and most of the passing time was silent games between himself and the mercenary leader.

It's no wonder that Rong Liangyuan's head really started pecking at the rice after the chess game was over. Sedentary extreme sports are too heavy a burden on his current body.

In a flash.

Rong Liangyuan's murmurs to the chess pieces became his sleep talking, accompanied by thunderous snoring.

This kind of demeanor was undoubtedly disrespectful in front of the emperor, but the embarrassment of the mercenary leader's disrespect was all borne by the embarrassment on Wo Jinre's face who was standing aside.

A rare opportunity.

Zuo Wu turned to look at him: "What about you, do you have something to say to me?"

Wo Jinre fiddled with his fingers: "Yes. Old Rong just can't tell the difference between reality and fiction, and I can't tell the difference... No, no, it should be said that what I like to do, and whether it is real or not, is false Anyway, it doesn't matter..."

talking.

The mollusc creature seemed to muster up its courage, took a deep breath towards Zuo Wu, and reached out to help the human skin mask on his face:
"So, Your Majesty. I want to say, for my hometown, for who I am, although I let you down last time, today, please give me a chance to avenge my humiliation, and do a fortune-telling for you."

Divination.

The civilization it came from once temporarily occupied the earth, excavated the corpses of many pure-blooded humans, and developed a unique divination culture with the luck remaining in the corpses.

Wo Jinre is also one of the best, relying on the deduction of the mask to predict the arrival of the Sorin protozoa from outside the galaxy, such an amazing record, naturally left a deep impression on Zuo Wu's heart.

and so.

At the beginning of the script, Zuo Wu remembered seeing Ai Shanshan and Levina again in this virtual world, and the fear of losing them would rise when he returned to reality. At that time, he was desperately grabbing all possible rescues straw.

The prophecies and divinations that Wokinger once had a brilliant record are naturally also in the category of "life-saving straw".

However, no matter how many times the mollusc creature tried, his face became stiff with holding back, and in a dream, he just couldn't predict the slightest thing in reality.

Zuo Wu still remembered the Luo Mo in the eyes of the soft creature at that time, as if his pride had been completely shattered in repeated failures.

Afterwards, Zuo Wu did not see Wo Jinnuo's name on the list of expeditions to the Star Sea, perhaps he was practicing hard work on divination.

Zuo Wu didn't expect that after seven years, even he would forget his fear in the day-to-day mischief with Aishanshan Levina and the others, and the obsession of soft creatures was still as hard as a rock.

"Okay, you can come anyway," Zuo Wu nodded and agreed, divination would do no harm to him: "The theme is the same as seven years ago, I still want to know if Ai Shanshan and the others will be safe if they return to reality."

talking.

But Woking shook his head quickly: "Ah, I still can't figure out everything about reality."

"Huh?" Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, his heart tightened as if he had stepped on an empty space.

The soft creature continued: "I figured it out. This script is constructed by the gods, and my divination is at best just a small use of 'luck'. Isn't it normal that I can't see through the barrier built by burning radish?"

"...All right," Zuo Wu grinned, smiling a little forcedly: "Then change it, I lost a stack of documents and a few pairs of very important chopsticks a few days ago, can you help me find where they are? "

"I can't do that either," Wo Jinre quickly shook his head:

"According to the results of my cultivation, in this script, things that have not been observed for a period of time will be erased by the fire. Only when you are desperate to find them, will a new one that is exactly the same as the original one be refreshed around you .”

... Hey, I didn't expect to find evidence that Ran Luo and Wu Wushenji were lazy today.

But Wo Jinre can't do this, and he can't do that, so Zuo Wu loses interest, and only cares about walking side by side with Wo Jinre.When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had walked out of the apartment and returned to the palace where even the sunlight was carefully crafted.

The palace and the capital of Xindilian have already integrated their functions. The palace is the capital, and the capital is the palace.Naturally, there are also park squares open to all.

Square ground.

More and more shadows were cast as the triumphant starship blotted out the sun.The light spots circulated on the ground, and were chased by children who came to walk nearby, as if young children could feel the glory contained in it.

Zuo Wu pursed his lips, with mixed feelings in his heart.I don't know if this mixed flavor is due to the glory that comes too easily, or to the children who are mostly virtual characters.

Or the genuine laughter of children chasing illusory glory?
The world constructed by the script, the extremely easy war, and the illusory glory like a spot of light, are just for the children who enrich the world, but finally build a real one.

All the people simulated by Infinity God Machine are more realistic than Gray Gu's personality, they are individuals with their own independent consciousness.

Zuo Wu suddenly realized that he could no longer let go of all this, let go of a little reality in this illusion.

Just as Rong Liangyuan realized, the children were talking about the victories of the soldiers with gusto.

Little do they know that the devastation on the front line means that the sea of ​​stars is getting closer and closer to destruction, that the script is coming to an end, and that the children's lives just to fill in the details of the script will come to an end.

Zuo Wu exhaled, feeling the harsh laughter in the square.

No wonder I tried to delay the victory of the war over and over again, and wanted to turn my head to avoid the voice, and finally saw the eagerness on Woking's face again. He was still waiting for his own question.

Questions.

...Why did I start the war myself.

"Wojinre, can you tell me where Xiao Hui is?" Zuo Wu just wanted to avoid the children's laughter, and had nothing to say.I also asked this question seven years ago, and at that time Woking fever also held back for a long time without success.

Ke Wojing thought for a moment and said solemnly, "I think I can."

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment, unable to believe it: "You can do it? You...can you do it now?"

But Woking pointed to the human skin mask on his face:

"Your Majesty, forgive me, I think I am more talented than you in using 'luck'. I can feel that our body... the real body is in an extremely ancient state, accumulated hundreds of Hundreds of millions of years of luck, to live close to the current behemoth."

"...Well," Zuo Wu nodded, "Ether Dragon."

Woking continued: "Or it's like walking on a cliff. In reality, you and I may die in the next moment. Any long-lived person is using his accumulated luck to fight against the collapse of the cliff. I don't know that the ether dragon has so far How much good luck has been accumulated."

"Materials will always spread from places with high concentration to places with low concentration. I don't know if luck is also a kind of substance, but... the good luck of the dragon is so strong that my human skin mask is charged. "

Zuo Wu Moran, Wo Jinre is right.The emperor who met in Renlian in the past also said that he had no talent at all in using favor.

Now that the mask has been strengthened, it is possible to find Xiao Hui's movement.

"Where is she?" Zuo Wu asked.

Joking appeared in Wo Jinnuo's eyes, as if years of depression were swept away by the recognition, so he closed his eyes and muttered.

The result came faster than expected, and even the soft creature itself couldn't believe it.He opened his eyes suddenly, snail-like eyes protruding from the eye sockets, and looked up into the sky in shock.

above? !
Zuo Wu also raised his head, following Wo Jinre's line of sight, after seven years of technological breakthroughs, he has strengthened a lot of vision to operate at full power, and then connected to Xindilian's surveillance network, his eyes finally protruded from the eye sockets with soft creatures Eyes come to one place——

In the fleet that returned home in triumph, the flagship was particularly conspicuous, with the painting of "Master Blunt" so flamboyant, and the lights flickering, as if the bald AI was dancing on it all night long.

Just on this flagship.

There was a particularly new piece of armor plate near the engine, which swallowed the neon lights of the Blunt flagship and the scorching heat of the plume from the engine, black and cold. (end of this chapter)