Chapter 1,348 Listen to the Stories of Our Ancestors

Dingdang happily made her decision. Before I knew what the little thing was going to do, she completed the communication with the God Realm. Then the already slightly drunk San Cun Ding stumbled into the bowl again, grabbing the rice grains. Continuing to solve the stomach problem, he took the time to raise his head and smile at me: "Ajun, everyone is very happy, they will be guests at home soon!"

I was stunned for a moment, and realized that the "everyone" she was referring to was a large group of three-inch Dings: Aren't we struggling with the insufficient production of the green powder that can be used to resurrect ancestors? Dingdang decided to call all her sisters in the God Realm Come and help...

I looked up silently, as if I had seen the spectacular sight of a swarm of giant dragonflies flying on the ceiling. Green powder covered every corner of the house like rain. We walked around below, and everyone was green... Ahem, It seems that the association is a bit too much, mainly because Dingdang is usually in constant trouble, and she suddenly wants to invite a lot of three-inch girls over. I really can't imagine how busy the house will be because of this. Of course, I'm actually looking forward to this - Ding Dong often mentions her sisters in the God Realm. Those happy little ones are going to be guests at home, and the atmosphere should be very joyful... Well, that's the theory.

Sure enough, the happiest person to express this was Qian Qian. This girl who was willing to burn a house and fight floods and fight floods liked the excitement the most. She moved a chair over and poked Ding Dong’s head with her hand: "Ding Dang Ding Dang." , how many people can you call?"

"I don't know!" Dingdang grabbed a small ball of rice grains and waved it. "Dingdang sent a message to the entire God Realm, saying that they were invited to be guests, and many people agreed. The fastest one could come in a day or two. Arjun, Arjun, prepare a lot of candies!"

When I heard about the scale of Dingdang's treat this time, I broke into a cold sweat. I originally thought that she was just sending a message to a specific group of life goddesses, so I was quite optimistic about the situation then. I thought that even if a hundred or eighty of them came, it would be no problem. After all, these little ones are only the size of a palm, and a large group would be noisy at most. But I never expected... Dingdang sent a broadcast to the entire God Realm, oh shit!

I know the relationship between the life goddesses. They actually all come from the emanating power of the highest life goddess. Therefore, every three-inch girl can be regarded as a sister. Even if they have never met each other, they will meet each other for the first time. Say hello and become good friends. It doesn't matter even if they don't know each other's names, they will still happily go to the homes of sisters they have never met before. This is a group of little ones who like to party, a group of little ones who gather unconditionally, and a group who can gather together for any reason. There were a lot of little ones who had been making a fuss for most of the day. They had already witnessed a small gathering of the goddess of life in the God Realm. But at least that party was organized. The only people who participated in the party were the three-inch men living near the temple. But this time, Dingdang sent an invitation to the entire God Realm...

"Lilina..." I turned to the dark-faced female pope who was exchanging cups with Pao Pao in a cold sweat, "Go back and tidy up the temple immediately... No, not just the temple, but also the whole of Avalon. , tidy everything up!”

"Why?" Lilina had been immersed in her own affairs and didn't pay attention to what was going on here. Hearing this, he immediately became curious.

"... In a day or two at most, all the goddesses of life in the entire star field will come to our home as guests..."

"Not all," Dingdang reminded me seriously, "just the sisters who are free will come over."

I thought this was nonsense. The goddess of life is a well-known mascot in the divine world. They rarely take on any serious priestly duties. This group of happy little ones can only complete their work as the goddess of life or the guardian angel of the world. , the only job in the God Realm is to play, the sisters who are "free" in Dingdang's mouth account for at least 89% of this group...

Lilina was completely stunned. Holding the cup, he stiffened into a sculpture as if petrified. Upon seeing this, the little doll girl immediately jumped off the chair, ran over and poured all the yogurt cubes she had made into Lilina's cup. Then he ran back to his seat as if nothing had happened: It was a rare victory. Normally, Lilina would toss the little doll, but today it was the other way around.

In any case, except for the jingle-dang episode, which was not a small episode at all, the family celebration dinner ended in a happy and joyful atmosphere. That night I had a dream, and dreamed that my home had turned into a botanical garden, filled with tiny dots. The goddess is flying around outside, covering the sky and the sun. The whole world is covered by towering trees and one-meter-thick vines. Human beings have become tree creatures, hanging in the tree house to hold the United Nations General Assembly to discuss the issue of world peace. , Qianqian was jumping around in front of my eyes wearing a leaf grass skirt, Xiaoxue was carrying a two-meter-long net bag to catch dragonflies, and I felt that my body was getting heavier and heavier, and Dingdong led hundreds of Thousands of three-inch goddesses are piled on my belly, competing to stack Arhats...

It was almost noon when I woke up from this strange dream. The sky outside the window was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

I think I may have drunk too much yesterday. There should be no alcohol in the conventional sense in the wine in the God Realm (of course, the so-called alcohol cannot have any effect on me), but its intoxicating effect is the same as ordinary ones. Same as the wine. I shook my head. I didn’t feel any hangover or headache. I didn’t feel any discomfort from drinking too much. The only reaction I had after drinking was that I was slightly confused. It seems that the wine from the God Realm does have its benefits. Drinking too much will not cause you to get drunk. It has the disadvantages. It’s just that it’s hard for you to use the excuse “I drank too much yesterday and couldn’t get out of bed” to skip work…

I was lying on the bed in a daze, feeling a heavy pressure on my belly, and a slight snore coming from under my chest. As long as I looked down, I could see a piece of silver spreading in my sight: that was the hair of the doll girl. , the little girl is still sleeping, peacefully and peacefully, but her sleeping appearance is not very good-looking, and she has me trapped like an octopus. She actually only drank a little bit yesterday, but she was still inevitably knocked down by the unscientific stamina of that strange wine. Last night, she tried hard for a long time without opening her box, so she simply fell asleep on my stomach. One night. I don't mind the little girl's domineering behavior. Anyway, I usually hold her to sleep occasionally - the latter regards this as a "reward" for me from the perspective of a doll. The only thing I mind now is that she sleeps Even if she died like this, even the end of the world might not be able to wake her up. I tried hard for a long time but couldn't get the little one off...

Fortunately, I slept in a daze yesterday and didn't change my clothes. Otherwise, how to dress today would be a problem - I'm so lucky.

So I went downstairs with the little doll hanging on my body, and it appeared in the living room like a combination. The first floor is very quiet. Although it was already approaching noon, which was supposed to be the busiest time at home, my sister was the only one in the living room who was chatting with Anweina about household matters. Seeing my appearance, Anweina commented very tactfully: "Master... Breastplate Very chic.”

"There is a reason for this." I awkwardly broke the arm of the little girl hanging on my chest, "Let go - and the feet."

The octopus on its chest responded with a steady purr and a brief nonsense that no one could understand.

"Look. That's it." I waved my hands to my sister and Anweina dumbfounded, "Where are the others?"

"Most of them haven't woken up yet," Sister smiled, "Only Sandora and Bingtis are awake. Sandora went to Shadow City. Bingtis should still be shopping outside at this time - by the way, Bingtis Tis left this before she went out for a walk, saying it can sober up the hangover." As she said that, she handed me a cup of something that exuded a faint golden glow and smelled of a refreshing fragrance. Is this the God Clan's special hangover soup made by Sister Bing? ?

I didn't expect that female gangster to be caring about people - I sighed and drank half a cup of the "hangover soup" that exuded a strange fragrance in one gulp. After a while, I felt that the confusion quickly subsided. This is really good. thing. I started looking down at the little doll that was still hungover on my chest. If I could pry open her mouth and pour some hangover soup into it, I should be free!

I gritted my teeth and stamped my feet: "Sister, find me a straw! And a crowbar..."

Twenty minutes later, I was walking on the streets of Shadow City, and the little doll was finally no longer hanging on me: it had changed its position and shape, and was now biting my left arm and hanging there. I met many acquaintances on the road. Bajiu greeted me like this: "Your Majesty. The shoulder pads are very unique..."

I thought a straw would be enough at the time. The crowbar may have attracted the grumpy doll's hatred too much...

The little doll hung on my arm for a long time, and maybe I finally found it boring. So he let go of his mouth and flexibly climbed up his arms to his shoulders, holding my head and shaking it: "Hey, where are you going?"

"Let's talk to our ancestors. Sandora should have passed away." I straightened out the two lace folds on the doll girl's skirt hanging in front of my eyes, and then took out the Volks trademark from the lace, " ...Speaking of which, your figure is probably different from the normal SD dolls on earth. How did you find clothes that suit you from the online store?"

"Made to order," the doll girl replied matter-of-factly, "I don't feel bad about spending your money anyway."

Me: "..." An SD doll has learned how to go to Taobao, how to do online banking by himself, and now he has also learned how to place orders online to customize clothes for himself! I think if she continues like this, sooner or later she will open her own online store to sell dolls!

Ancesus, the ancestor, was placed in the high-ranking officer area of ​​the Shadow Fortress. I still don’t know how to position this ancestor – is he a member of the Xiling Apostles, a VIP of the Shadow City, or Prince Xiaoyao? It was not easy to classify, so Ansers was only temporarily accommodated. Regarding the future arrangements of this ancestor, he had to discuss and decide with Shandora - of course, he also had to listen to the opinions of the ancestor himself. When the little doll and I rushed to the officer area, Sandora and Ansers were talking about things in the lounge. It seemed that Sandora had arrived a long time before me, and there was a somewhat depressed atmosphere in the lounge. .

The sound of the lounge door sliding softly diverted Shandora's attention. She turned around and saw that it was me, and stood up with a smile on her face: "Ajun, you are here - Xiaodeng too?"

"She's just joining in the fun." I said as I put the little doll on the ground. The latter immediately ran to Anseth curiously and looked at the gray-haired stranger. It was the first time Anseth had seen such a stranger. The little girl looked very surprised. He should have never seen such a creature as an alchemy doll, and he was not dissatisfied at all with Xiao Deng's unscrupulous inspection. He just marveled: "Oh, you have developed such a member. Oh, what a cute little guy."

"She is not a Xiling apostle, she is my daughter. Also, don't be fooled by her appearance, she will bite." I sat down opposite Anseth. The lounge of the Xiling military department was filled with the simple and pragmatic style of the apostles. , there is no decoration or any entertainment supplies here. In addition to some functional facilities, there are only seats and low tables in the room: and the seats were replaced with small sofas at Lin Xue's request. This monotonous place made me feel a little inappropriate, "Here is Isn’t it too simple? Xiling soldiers don’t care about enjoyment, you should still..."

"No, it's already very good here," Anseth said calmly, "It's better than the days when I was alive."

"Um." I didn't know how to start the topic for a while. My ancestor seemed too plain. He didn't seem to be happy about his resurrection, nor did he show much desire. For such an indifferent old man, I felt... The hardest to deal with. "Anseth - is it okay for me to call you that? How do you feel now? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

"It's just like the best time in life," Ansers said lightly, "I have heard Sandora say something about history - things after our death. It is not easy for you to reach today. The achievement has been far beyond anything I could have imagined.”

"It's not good enough," Sandora slowly shook her head. "The abyss still threatens everything, and our biggest failure still comes from the abyss. The coordinates of our home world have also been lost, and even the apostle group has fallen into division... I'm sorry, Ancestor, after such a long time, I want you to see such a mess."

"I said, just call me Anseth," Anseth waved his hand. Only on this issue, he seemed very insistent. "Don't be so restrained. This makes me quite uncomfortable - you are the current ruler of this empire, and I am just a ghost who accidentally came to life from ancient times. Excluding the billions of years in between, I only count Your subjects."

Shandora couldn't accept this statement: "But you created..."

"You have to walk your own road. We have handed over our civilization to you in the hope that you can completely, completely and without any scruples replace us old guys. From that day on, the relationship between the creator and the created has been It's over," Anseth said and turned to look at me. "Tell me how you split. I haven't heard this part yet."

Ansers interrupted Sandora's persistence somewhat forcefully - most people don't have the guts. I think I kind of guessed what was going on with the low atmosphere in the lounge just now. Sandora's special treatment of her ancestors made Anseth feel very uncomfortable. The latter obviously had a hard time coping with the trillions of years after his death. He had a real sense of the vicissitudes of time, and he could not adapt to this feeling of being worshiped for "no reason."

After going through ups and downs, they finally decided to give up their entire civilization to the ancestors of the original body. Maybe they are also different from ordinary mortal races.

"The split resulted from a catastrophic accident." I glanced at Sandora, knowing that she would definitely be embarrassed when talking about this topic. However, I, a half-hearted Emperor of Xiling, would not be able to explain what happened back then to my ancestors. What kind of psychological pressure, "It was the heyday of the old empire, and the Xiling apostles began to try to crack the void..."

For the next nearly an hour, I was telling my ancestors about what happened back then, while Sandora added a few words from time to time to fill in the gaps in my memory. At first, Shandora and I planned to wait for the ancestor to wake up and ask each other about the matter. Now it seems that the situation is reversed: before asking the ancestor to understand the situation, we must first let the latter understand the current situation.

"Is that so..." Anseth nodded with a confused expression, and suddenly showed a complicated smile, "Look, I can hardly understand what you are talking about. What's the use of resurrecting me?"

"Why do you think so?" Sandora looked puzzled, "Do you need a reason to resurrect your creator?"

"You don't need it, but I need it," Ansers suddenly sighed, "I need to know what value I have - Xiling people can't accept a life without value. I think this is also engraved in you as a inheritance. Deep in my soul. In fact, from when I woke up yesterday until just now, I have been trying to understand this strange world that I don’t know, and trying to connect it with the original body we created. Finally, I came to a conclusion: you are actually There is no need to resurrect any ancestors, this is a worthless act."

Sandora and I looked at each other in astonishment. We never expected that this was what Ansers was thinking. In fact, since the project of resurrecting the ancestors began, no one has thought about it like this: whether the ancestors themselves want to be resurrected. . I just speculated based on the general thoughts of ordinary people, thinking that living is better than dying, but I didn't expect that after my ancestor was resurrected, he thought about it for a night and came to the conclusion that his life was useless!

"An... Anseth," Shandora bluntly called her ancestor by name. She adjusted her mood and finally returned to her usual steadfast Majesty: Only in this way could she convince herself to ignore her ancestor's thoughts, "Maybe It's a bit reckless to wake you up rashly, but a lot of things are happening now. We have too many mysteries that we want to understand. We want to know things about our home world, we want to know the story of the origin of the apostles, and we want to know what the abyssal explosion that destroyed our hometown was. What is the situation? And whether you believe it or not, we have recently obtained some evidence that the hometown world still existed at least 20,000 years ago. The hometown is still there, and we may still find it! With the current strength of the Xiling Apostle, we can purify a The world is not a difficult thing, completely destroying the Gate of the Abyss has long been an operational technology, so..."

"You said the home world is still there?!"

Ansers interrupted Sandora. He was in disbelief at the news and his eyes widened: "Are you sure? Back then, I witnessed the tearing of space with my own eyes. The stars in the universe were extinguished in pieces in the shock wave. The power of destruction exceeded the speed of light. , and as it continues to spread and become stronger...it is impossible for that universe to be preserved! When the last ark left, only one-tenth of the space of the universe was left and it was still complete!"

"It's absolutely true," Sandora nodded vigorously, "In fact, the fact that we were able to find the wreckage of the ark you were riding on is related to this information: we found a large amount of material ejected from the home world, and the time it took for those materials to cross the world barrier was so long ago No more than 20,000 years, so now we are eager to know what happened back then - in detail, if you don't know how to determine the energy level of an abyss gate, then describe the scene when the disaster broke out in as much detail as possible, the abyss The speed of the spread of power and the extent of the first batch of infections are all important information. If we can accurately grasp the scale and characteristics of the abyss outbreak, maybe we can find a trace of our home world from the database of the gods. Traces: The Gods always record every doomsday they see, even if it is a world they have never paid attention to. As long as it is determined to be destroyed, they will send out observers, so your intelligence is crucial."

"Okay," Anseth finally came out of that depressed state, and his back slowly straightened, "it seems that I finally have something I can do. But I plan to tell you a long story - —Start from when Xiling Civilization was still on its home planet."

Sandora and I looked at each other and smiled, listening intently. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)