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Suddenly, seven or eight young students around the age of [-] or [-] ran out from the reception room on the second floor, including whites, blacks, and even a Latino.

The only thing they have in common is that they both drank a lot of alcohol and walked a bit erratically.

"My God! When did you come back?"

Elizabeth, with a flushed face, shivered suddenly, and ran down like a little girl waiting for her parents to criticize her for doing something wrong.

"Just came back! How did you feel on the first day of school?" Zhang Cheng took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine stains on the girl's chest.

"Uh... that's pretty good. I'm sorry, I brought them back without your permission." Elizabeth replied in a low voice.

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "No, it's nothing, as long as you are happy. Besides, isn't it a bit too boring to entertain guests just drinking? Maybe I should make a phone call and hold a party directly."

"Party?!" Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't believe that this sentence came from her boyfriend.

She knows very well how much Zhang Cheng hates the noisy atmosphere, especially the "party" in the concept of most Americans, which has always been regarded as spiritual pollution and outright garbage.

"Yes! Why, don't you like it?" Zhang Cheng took out his mobile phone with a half-smile and dialed the number of the duty manager's office of "Violet House".

About a few seconds later, a middle-aged man's voice came from the other side: "Hello? Boss! Do you have any orders?"

"I'm going to hold a party at home soon! Make it more lively! Can it be done?" Zhang Cheng asked bluntly.

"Of course! Absolutely no problem! This is exactly our business scope!" The manager gave an affirmative answer without thinking.

"Very good! Hurry up! I'll wait for you!" After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng quickly hung up the phone.

"My God? Partying in a luxury villa? This idea is amazing!" A black youth who didn't know what happened jumped up excitedly.

"Oh yes! We can have a good time tonight!" Another young girl with short black hair waved her fist excitedly.

After a while, these young people began to sing and dance, and rushed madly into the garden, looking forward to the arrival of the convoy.

Only Elizabeth frowned, and tentatively said cautiously: "Why did you do this? You obviously don't like it!"

"It's nothing! I'm just trying to integrate into ordinary life, that's all. Besides, I don't want you to lose face in front of your friends." Zhang Cheng explained in a low voice next to the girl's ear.

"Thank you..." A blush appeared on Elizabeth's face.

"No, you're welcome. As a price, I hope you can wear that suit again one day next month..."

Chapter 595 Borrowing Chickens to Lay Eggs

For American high school students, party = alcohol + handsome men and beautiful women + seductive sexual hints + unscrupulous venting + some narcotics that can make themselves happy.

Although Zhang Cheng did not meet their expectations for the last item, none of the previous ones were left behind.

Accompanied by music with a strong sense of rhythm, more than 02 young men and women quarreled together until 30:[-] in the morning, and then reluctantly boarded the bus, going back to their respective homes and looking for their respective mothers.

If there is no accident, those little guys who drank so much that they don't even know who they are, probably will have a headache all day tomorrow.

After everyone left, Zhang Cheng immediately ordered the invisible servant to clean up the house from beginning to end, then took Elizabeth, who was also a little drunk, to take a hot bath, and sent her back to the bedroom, while he quietly took out the house. Parchment, teleport to the mysterious space where the tower is located.

"Welcome, master, Northen is always at your service." The metal golem guarding the door bent its bulky body and bowed.

"Nuosen, tell me, do you feel lonely?" Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

The golem hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded quickly: "Yes, master, I will feel lonely. If possible, I hope you will allow me to raise some small animals or magical creatures here. "

"Of course! When I'm not here, you can freely control the resources and space here." Zhang Cheng gave an affirmative answer without thinking.

Since absorbing the core of the fragmented world, a natural environment of more than ten kilometers has been expanded here, and occasionally there will be a little rain, which is enough to form a complete ecological circle.

Of course, more importantly, he has a very strong interest in this wisdom golem.

You must know that although Faerun Continent has very perfect golem manufacturing technology, it is really capable of creating people with independent thinking, personality, and even soul golems.

More than half of them rely on the famous "wishing technique" to get help from unknown gods, demon lords, or devil dukes. It cannot be said that they have mastered the mystery of life creation.

But Nuo Sen is different, it was obviously created in this place, and the wishing technique cannot take effect here.

This also means that the former creator of Nordson has also obtained the authority bestowed by the creator, and has conducted more in-depth research.

"Thank you very much! I promise, when you come back next time, this place will become a beautiful world." The metal golem waved its thick arms, and its tone revealed strong excitement and joy.

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's nothing, you're welcome. Besides, I'm going to read all the books on the first floor in the next few days, so don't bother me if it's not necessary."

"understand!"

Without saying a word, Northon immediately took heavy steps and ran towards the pool not far away. It seemed that he planned to use part of the tower's ability to create some simple small animals such as fish and birds.

Ignoring this unusual metal golem, Zhang Cheng went straight into the tower and began to look through the books on the shelves one by one.

Judging from the various completely different texts above, these books are obviously collected and compiled from different worlds, and several of them are even alchemy and enchanting textbooks in the magic kingdom of Dalaran.

In addition, there are also a small number of notes and letters left by the magicians of the ancient empire Imasca, one of the two magical civilizations created by humans in the Faerun continent.

Although the content is not much, it provides some very interesting ideas, especially the part about how to give mechanical constructs intelligence, life and soul, which is simply eye-opening.

He couldn't even help but think, if he could combine the burning legion's fel energy technology with the Netheril civilization's recycling of magical energy, coupled with the unparalleled creativity of Imaskar's mechanic in the construct , Is it possible to create a huge army that is truly inexhaustible and inexhaustible?

Of course, it is still a bit far to achieve this with just a few messy letters and notes.

However, he has an unparalleled advantage, that is, he can travel to other worlds and use other people's resources to conduct his own experiments. Simply put, he is using chickens to lay eggs.

I believe that Illidan Stormrage, who is full of vengeance against the Burning Legion, will not mind having an army of loyal constructs who will never betray him.

……

For three days in a row, Zhang Cheng read more than 700 books on the entire first floor without sleep, with the help of the powerful power bestowed by the divinity, keeping the recipes and knowledge inside firmly in his mind.

After finishing all this, he passed through the portal leading to the world of Azeroth without hesitation, and once again landed on this mysterious planet surrounded by countless mysterious forces.

But before he had enough time to observe the surrounding environment, he immediately saw a big and round ogre rushing towards him, drooling and laughing wildly: "Ahahahaha! Human! Meat! Magor is hungry ! Magor is going to eat you!"

"Alas, I hate meeting fools with no brains..."

Zhang Cheng sighed helplessly, and immediately forcibly poured the mind control of psychic powers into the opponent's brain.

In less than two or three seconds, the ogre who called himself Magor wobbled around, looking confused.

About half a minute later, the chaotic memories and thoughts in his mind finally became clear, and the active axis approached and respectfully prostrated himself on the ground and shouted: "Supreme and great master! Your faithful servant listens and orders."

You don't need to ask to know that this unlucky guy is controlled by psychic powers, just as easy as mind flayers control slaves.

After all, the ogres in the world of Azeroth were not originally a race known for their intelligence. Maybe a small number of warlocks and wizards are smarter and cunning, but ordinary ogres are basically like mentally handicapped children, full of brains. Primal desires to eat, sleep, fight, etc.

Seeing the errant kneeling in front of him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but shook his head and asked, "Tell me, Magore, what is this place?"