Chapter 1,297 The Evil King’s True Eye Bingtis

Xiaoxue finally confirmed one of our guesses, that is, in God knows how long in the future, Sandora and I will indeed have a child, and it basically did not exceed my expectations: the birth process of this child is quite characteristic of Xiling. . // //[This article comes from]

Sandora thought it would be fun to have a child, so she used soul fragments to create one...

And this naughty child named "Xiaoshan" has been the biggest nightmare in the hearts of the other little girls in the family for a long time. After inheriting Shandora's soul fragment, you can predict Xiaoshan's appetite. , according to Xiaoxue, since her sister with a big stomach was born, the royal family has basically spent every day surrounded by the smell of milk powder.

"When my little sister first learned to walk, she was used to drinking milk. At that time, she often had three or four milk bottles hanging on her body when she was running around. It was so fun to watch," Xiaoxue recalled the future scene very nostalgically (this Awkward sentence?), and finally there was a sad look on his face, "It would be better if she could give me one..."

To be fair, as a princess, Xiaoxue will never be hungry. If she wants, she can soak in the ocean of milk every day, but everything has a psychological effect. As long as she has seen Sandora's eating battle, everyone will Unconsciously doubting whether eating that little food will starve oneself to death: This biased contrast effect is still effective in children as young as one and a half years old. By the way, why am I studying this...

Sandora has been in a semi-pale state since she finished eating. She sits alone in front of the window and looks up at the starry sky with a lot of thoughts. If it were normal, Bingtis would definitely jump over to look for a fight at this time, but I don't know For some reason, Bingtis became unusually honest this time and kept a distance of more than ten meters from Sandora. Sitting in front of the small coffee table, I pondered silently. I couldn't help but leaned over and patted the female gangster on the shoulder: "Why didn't you tease Sandora this time? It's not your style, isn't it?"

Bingtis turned his head, and the old-society look on his face shocked me: "The life of being able to get married and have children feels so high-end. Sandora seems to be a creature from another dimension. I can't understand it at all. …”

Me: "..." Well, this seems to be the sequelae caused by Sandora's previous sentence of "die without a man" that has not dissipated.

I glanced at the row of naughty children on the stairs not far away with the corner of my eye. Anweina was mopping the floor. This group of little ones could stay in one place quietly for a while, and then I He walked towards Sandora and patted her hair: "What are you thinking about?"

"Child..." Sandora did not look up. However, that faint voice seemed to bring all her thoughts to her, "I don't know what's going on, but I feel...a little bit expectant. It's a mood I've never felt before."

I was stunned, Sandora was now surrounded by an atmosphere I had never seen before. The atmosphere was gentle, calm, and filled with joy. She was touched by what Xiaoxue accidentally revealed. Damn it, she spent most of the day looking up at the stars, imagining about having a baby. I thought about it and recalled that Sandora seemed to have mentioned this topic to me before. It was when Xiaoxue first appeared, and Sandora had this idea. Now, that idea has become something definite and something to be expected.

"Although I feel that I have changed enough, and sometimes I even have weird thoughts that I no longer recognize my current self, but it seems that there are still more things to look forward to in the future than I imagined." Sandora looked at the dark outside. In the night sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness and reach the deepest part of the universe, "Arjun. You know, five years after I met you. I feel that it is even heavier than my previous life of hundreds of millions of years. The core of logic is The purely rational part told me that this was an illusion, but the emotional part came to the opposite conclusion, which is really interesting..."

I thought for a while: "Does this mean that our days have been like a year since we met?"

Shandora was stunned for a moment. She turned her head stiffly, and her big sea-blue eyes swept across my face several times like windshield wipers: "I know why Lin Xue wants to fight you every now and then. You are so angry sometimes when you talk. people."

I think I just want to liven up the atmosphere...well, although I have never succeeded in this aspect.

Shandora breathed out and looked at the night sky: "Five years, if it were me before, this short period of time should be just a snap of the fingers for me. Fighting on the battlefield, opening up borders and tearing the soil, advancing like a machine , hundreds of years sometimes pass without realizing it. I really haven’t lived like this now. I try to look at the scenery around me as I move forward. I have missed so many things in the past that I can’t remember now. When I got up, there was only one impressive point like Bingtis: it was still a stain. A lot of things had happened in the past five years, and everything seemed like something I had never experienced in hundreds of millions of years before. Ajun, and You’re in good company, thank you.”

Sandora suddenly raised her head and looked here with a bright smile, her sea-blue eyes filled with gentle light. I was stunned for a few seconds, and then smiled: "Same as above." "..."

Sandora thought for a while and finally decided not to beat me.

If you don’t say that there are differences between people, look at the ability to lament life. As soon as Xiaoxue leaked the secret, Shandora immediately sighed at the height of the world view, but my only thought was how much trouble the family would have in the future. According to Xiaoxue, it seems that the child created by Shandora was not a A fuel-efficient lamp. What’s worse is that the child was also brought up by a bunch of cheaters at home...

"Speaking of which, according to Xiaoxue, our child..." When I heard this word, I could clearly see Sandora's face changing slightly. It seemed that she was quite embarrassed, and then I smiled and continued, "It seems to grow up slowly like children of ordinary races. There is actually a process of learning to walk. Even the Xiling apostles don't have this kind of growth period. You see, even the slowest growing model like Little Bubble, He will be able to run, jump and shoot quantum missiles even after he is born."

"Change it," Sandora said with a smile. "Xiling Apostles have never been a race that refuses to change, and as of now, maybe we really need this kind of change. I have vaguely realized it now, Life forms born for war may make us stronger, but they may not make us great. A civilization that can truly reach its peak should have more different things, something other than strength. A new The evolution is about to... no, it has already arrived. The Xiling Apostle will maintain the existing war talents, but perhaps a new branch will appear among the cutting-edge individuals, a branch that can make his altar no longer aloof. Ah. Jun, you know, a civilization at its peak is like standing on a sharp spire. Because there is nothing higher or comparable to itself within reach, this spire has become extremely dangerous. We It's like acrobatics, placing stones under one's feet, allowing the already helpless tower to rise higher and higher while it is crumbling. Because it separates oneself from the mortal world, and stubbornly guards one's 'peak' glory, If you are unwilling to let your civilization have the slightest 'flaw', the spire will become more and more sharp, until you can no longer bear it. At this time, if you make a slight mistake, you will fall from the top to the abyss. We have been in this world for 70,000 years. We have fallen down once before, and we cannot repeat the same mistake this time. We need to add a footnote to stabilize the trajectory next to the racial trait of the Xiling Apostle's 'Absolute Efficiency'. It will not slow down the progress of the empire, but it will allow us to To regain some things that I had accidentally given up. These things were once abandoned by the ancestors as 'mortal shortcomings', but I think that the mortal side can probably allow the Xiling apostle to gain some power..."

I listened silently. After Sandora figured out a problem, she would be like now, excitedly and eloquently sharing all her findings with me, no matter how much she could understand at this time. All you have to do is listen with a smile. And there is indeed nothing incomprehensible about what she said this time - aloof gods will turn into tyrants sooner or later, and the inability to understand mortal life forms will cause the Xiling apostle to eventually lose interest in protecting the mortal world. And what’s even more deadly is that after completely banning the characteristics of conventional races, Xiling Apostles may also completely stagnate on the road of evolution: because “evolution” is a privilege given to mortals, a perfect race does not need to evolve.

Apostle Xiling will never accept the "perfection" brought about by this kind of stagnation.

"From the altar to the mortal, from the mortal to the altar, finally reaching a true divine balance..." Just when Sandora and I were both thinking about a philosophical question, Bingtis's voice suddenly came from not far away. After it was passed over, I followed the sound in surprise and found that the female gangster who was always smiling playfully had a solemn face at this moment. She had a rare, holy smile that in my opinion could be described as "divine". , sitting opposite Sandora and I, "Father God once taught the people of the gods that half of the true God lives on the altar and half lives in the mortal world. He mentioned the same thing as what you are discussing, that is: the true God is absolutely It’s not perfect, and it’s time to leave the palace. I didn’t expect you to have thought of this step. I should say... he is worthy of being the figure corresponding to God the Father and the Four Main Gods.”

Me: "... By the way, why did our topic suddenly spread to this place?"

Bingtis scratched his hair: "By the way, what were you discussing in the first place?"

"...Xiaoshan's appetite."

Bingtis was stunned for a moment. No matter how powerful her imagination was, she probably wouldn't have imagined that the topic would start like this: "Fuck! That's it?"

Sandora and I nodded at the same time: "That's it - and then it spreads to the height of gods!"

Bingtis was stunned for a few seconds, then walked away: "Damn, you guys have nothing to do..."

Lin Xue stayed here for another two days - okay, I admit, it was also two days without shame, but the main reason why she lived here was to hide from her parents. In any case, the eldest lady has now evolved from a girl to a young woman - she is afraid that her parents will see it at this juncture, and the second elder will stab her with a kitchen knife, so she has to adjust her state first: she is very confident about this.

In fact, having said that, I have already thought about it. When the time comes, I will always meet my parents. We can't hide this from both parents for the rest of our lives. If you follow the habits of the people on earth, everyone in Lin Xue and Qian Qian's family can be regarded as relatives of the emperor. Of course, Apostle Xiling's military system does not pay attention to this statement: those who have no military merit and do not participate in the war, even the emperor's father They don't have much authority, but it's okay to count them as a group of Xiaoyao Wang - and the current situation is that the Xiaoyao Wang from the eldest lady's family is still busy cheating the oil giants' money from all over the world every day, while the Xiaoyao Wang from Qianqian's family is... Busy digging up the graves of ancestors all over the earth: it will not be a problem in the long run.

I think this may be a trouble, but it will never be a big trouble. After the two old masters know about the Xiling Empire and the multiverse, they will have no more energy to assassinate the king...

But now is really not the time to confess this matter. To put it bluntly, the empire still has external and internal troubles. The current situation is turbulent and the war is endless. I may go on an expedition at any time and be unable to return home for several months. At this critical moment, if the old heads of state on both sides come to kill me with kitchen knives, how should I explain to them that this huge house is empty and there is only The fact that a ghost led a group of strange little girls to look after the house...

Anyway, after staying here for two days, the eldest lady finally went home happily. I succeeded in coaxing her to be very happy. Xiaoxue once applied to go with her mother to visit her grandparents, but considering the naughty child's ability to harm the people regardless of anything. Lin Xue and I rejected this whimsical idea on the spot.

The first afternoon after the eldest lady left was particularly quiet. Probably due to the absence of my biological mother, Xiaoxue, the king of naughty children, also seemed a bit lacking in interest. Therefore, I was finally able to spend a rare leisure afternoon after finishing my work.

When I came out of the house, I planned to go to the yard to talk to the cute fox about asking her to help take care of the children, but a bizarre scene appeared in front of me and made me stop in front of the porch.

In the shadow of the porch. A graceful figure was sitting on the top step, leaning against the pillars. Behind her, silver hair spread out like a waterfall: it turned out to be Bingtis.

She was sitting so quietly. Was she thinking about the end of the world?

This female gangster who was always noisy but now became strangely quiet didn't seem to notice someone approaching from behind. When I got closer, I realized that Bingtis was holding a huge black hard-cover book in her hand. She was completely immersed in it. The look of it.

No wonder. Bingtis has a hobby that is completely different from her tough character: reading. She always carries a variety of tomes that look like they could be smashed to death, but these books are not purely used as bolas: she really likes to read books. Bingtis occasionally goes into literary shoujo form like she does now, and although it's rare, I have to say. At this time, Bingtis is the most goddess-like: quiet, dignified, and elegant.

"What are you looking at?" Although it felt a bit bad to break the quiet atmosphere, I thought that the other party was Bingtis. In an instant, I no longer felt any psychological pressure and spoke up decisively. In fact, I can speak later. Because the scenery seen from this condescending angle is not bad... It's just that Bingtis, a carefree guy, has been fooling around with me for a long time without any barriers. Now it's almost difficult for me to look at her like a girl...

Bingtis finally woke up, and his first reaction was to close the book. Then he raised his head and looked at me in surprise: "Damn, I'm scared! It's nothing, I'm reading a novel."

I was stunned by Bingtis's surprising reaction, but instead became interested in the book in her hand: "Let me have a look."

"No!" Bingtis's reaction was super strong, and he jumped back more than two meters in an instant: and he jumped up while sitting down, feeling like a frightened rabbit, "Absolutely not!"

...If she hadn't reacted like this, maybe I would have just let it go. But the other party made such a big move, do you think I could let it go? I started soaking it hard on the spot. In fact, I don’t know why I am suddenly so interested in the book in Bingtis’s hand. This is probably the second of human shortcomings: an advanced exploration of the spirit of welding detonators and sawing light bulbs.

After working hard for a long time, Bingtis finally got this big book that can be used as a kinetic warhead when thrown out. The female gangster showed a tragic look of being defeated like never before. She looked at my expression and Tuogu said the same: "You must take good care of this book..."

I was confused: "Isn't this a photo album of your private photos? If so, I won't read it..."

"I'm taking a photo of you, uncle," Bingtis's words showed off her style again, "How many times have I taken advantage of you, and now you are pretending to be a saint. This is an autobiographical novel in the world of gods. Don't Just ask that many questions and see for yourself!”

Then Bingtis disappeared in front of my eyes in a flash: maybe he went to the other side of the earth to collect rent.

"What on earth is this?" I shook my head, looked at the tome in my hand, and swung my arms to the shade of the tree. After opening it, I was shocked, "Damn, is it the Bible?"

"Summer is coming to an end."

When I was reading under the shade of a tree in the yard, a soft voice suddenly came from beside me. My sister was holding a cup of herbal tea in her hand. Sit down next to yourself. It's just before 4:30 in the afternoon, my sister's most leisure time of the day: all the housework has been done, and it's still early to start cooking. At this time, she is used to sitting in the yard, or nestling somewhere at home. Corner study cross stitch. This is the rhythm of life she likes. Rather than sitting on a throne and being shouted at by the mountains, she prefers to have a group of little girls surrounding her in a circle while doing cross stitch, chattering curiously. Or like now, holding herbal tea and watching the clouds in the sky and the tiny bits of sunlight shining among the leaves with me.

"Ah, time flies by quite quickly," I rubbed my body and fell aside habitually. Resting on my sister's lap.

"It's still the same as when I was a kid," my sister said casually with a smile. Her eyes fell on the big black book in my hand. This book aroused her curiosity: because I have been dealing with data terminals for a long time. Now, the frequent reports from Shadow City and information from all over the country have made me not touch such a book for nearly a year, "What are you looking at?"

I held up the big hard-covered book in my hand, which would cause at least a second-level disability if hit on the head, and you might not be able to pass the security check at the airport. Its eight corners are covered with golden metal decorations, the black hard case is made of unknown animal leather, and there are gorgeous gold-gilded characters on the cover. Bingtis's books basically have this style of style. : "I got it from Bingtis. An autobiographical novel written by the Gods..."

"Novel?" My sister suddenly looked surprised, "Oh, yes, I often see Bingtis holding a book and reading it all day long. She usually likes reading... Let me see. By the way, I can Do you understand?"

"Of course. The books of the gods are all information transfer readers."

My sister curiously took this so-called autobiographical novel from the God Realm. The huge book was like half a shield in her hand. She quickly turned over two pages and was surprised: "Isn't this a Bible? "

My expression was dull: "...What do you expect to write in the autobiographies of the Gods? They have had Genesis in their diaries since the fourth grade..."

Sister just chuckled, put together the autobiographical novel that could be read directly as a Bible, knocked it on my head twice, and then gently stroked my hair: "It's great to be able to relax like this. But in the future Stop reading these weird things. This book was probably written by Bingtis. I saw that she accidentally called herself my mother on the title page..."

I was stunned for a moment: "...I'll go! No wonder she smiled so awkwardly when I asked her for this thing!"

I also didn't expect that the tome I grabbed from Bingtis was actually written by the female gangster herself, which could explain the tearless expression on her face at that time. I recalled what was described in the book, and I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth: She must have handed over this thing with a death wish. Take a look at what she wrote:

Opening this book with a precious heart, I came across a passage: "I walk in the world, making laws and rules for the movement of stars, so that all things can patrol and move. I see all things, and all things move in an orderly manner, so I say He was good and designated this day as the first day of divine revelation. So he established religious rules and asked the men and women in white linen to come out of their homes on this day, wearing crowns woven with vanilla on their heads, and entertained them with wine. The beggars in front of their doors and the poor behind their doors. I stood on the clouds and saw my world starting to move, so I thought it was good and left my name. My name is:

The supreme protector and maker, true? Holy King Hunting Goddess? Wings of the Black Emperor? True Eyes of the Evil King*&(&*(!"

The last name was covered up by some kind of magic, and the whole book was covered up. Why can't I see the name of the god who wrote the autobiography in the book? After a long time, it was Bingtis himself! When he snatched the book from her, the other party probably had time to erase his name... Of course, now it seems that all the efforts of the female gangster have finally been in vain, and everything in her middle school years has been It’s so obvious——

I carefully put the book I had finally snatched from Bingtis into my portable space, determined to use this thing as a special law of cause and effect bomb against Bingtis!