Lost Lovers

Tang Qiqiang Erlang's voice came: "It's not like that. Isn't there a sentence called 'Art comes from life'? Those writers' imagination is based on real life, otherwise where can I write it?"

"Imagination is not necessarily based on reality. Looking at those mythological TV shows, are there really immortals in the world?" Feng Ye countered.

Tang Qi smiled: "Maybe there is, but we haven't seen it."

"It's all right to have a fairy. You can wipe out all the zombies with a wave of your hand." Tang Wu laughed as if he were a fairy himself.

When I got to the base, Tang Miao paid special attention to it. When I saw several military jeepes outside, it seemed to be searching for someone, and I didn't know whether to find them.

A lot of people's powers are triggered when the missions at the base are in danger. Others are always present at the scene. So as long as you inquire, it is not difficult to find out. At present, seven kinds of abilities have been found, including metal, which can metalize itself; wood, which can control plants; water, which can emit small water balls; fire, which can emit small fireballs. The soil system can dig holes or build earth walls; the wind system can control the wind; the lightning system can emit lightning.

I haven't heard that someone has a space ability at present. Tang Miao has some peace of mind and some regrets.

But this is not actually what he was most worried about, he was a little irritable. They have been sleeping in the living room on the first floor recently. He has not been alone with Tang Sihuang for a long time. Although it is clear that he is unlikely to be with Tang Sihuang, he still hopes that he can have something in Tang Sihuang's heart. different.

So he doesn't like winter at all.

Tang Miao slammed into the sandbag. He never slacks off in exercising.

Tang Sihuang pushed in through the door, and although he looked bloated in his down jacket, he still couldn't hide his handsome temperament: "Aren't you afraid of cold? Why stay in the room?"

"Daddy?" Tang Miao walked quickly and smiled subconsciously, "I do exercise. Not cold."

"Not in a good mood?" Tang Sihuang said after confirming him for a while.

没有 "No," Tang Miao shook her head with a smile, thought, and said, "Daddy, when can we go out alone again. I want to eat steak."

Tang Sihuang hooked his lips, nodded his head, and asked casually: "How much is today?"

"December 5th." There was a desk calendar on the bedside table. Tang Miao grabbed her cell phone directly from the space and looked at it. The other hand drew her clothes, and she was sweating just now. Yes, it's cold.

Tang Sihuang noticed: "Go and change your clothes."

Tang Miao knew that he was going to wind himself up, Tang Miao nodded, and changed into a set of dry underwear in the space.

When the two of them went downstairs together, Tang Miao saw Tang Sihuang draw a book from the bookshelf before going downstairs. It was actually a cooking book, and she glanced at Tang Sihuang in surprise.

Tang Sihuang didn't notice. When he arrived in the living room, he sat down beside the fire and chose a single sofa to show that he didn't want to let people know what he was looking at.

Tang Miao actually deliberately peeped, pretending to pass by Tang Sihuang in the kitchen, and Tang Sihuang suddenly buckled the book.

Tang Miao walked over casually, went to the kitchen and loaded out a plate of dried peanuts, and a few of them were boring and eating in the fire.

Tang Miao saw Tang Sihuang open the book again, and she became more and more curious about what he was looking at.

吃饭 When eating at noon, a sharp alarm sounded suddenly above the base, seeming to rise, startling everyone.

Qi Chunxuan pressed his chest nervously, and looked at Tang Sihuang at a loss, and then looked at Tang Chun: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"It's the alarm of the base." Tang Miao looked solemnly. This is the first time the base has sounded an alarm.