Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Especially He Lan, seeing Xiao Chuchu's posture, quickly got up and came behind Xiao Chuchu, hugging her trembling body tightly.

"Chuchu...it's okay...good boy...Your boss Wang was just joking!

It's not that you don't know him, you have never had a sense of humor, and the jokes you tell every day are like a life lawsuit, today it's pretty good..."

He Lan said, winking at Lu Xiaoqian, then glaring at Wang Xuebin, and then continued to comfort him.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xiaoqian felt a little numb, and quickly got up and squatted next to Xiao Chuchu's legs, and comforted him:

"...Hey...Chuchu, what you Mr. Wang just meant is that there is no difference between technology and superpowers!

You see, I have a silly girl, who can fly, become invisible, detect lies, and travel through time and space. Doesn’t this give me superpowers?

But Silly Girl is obviously a product of technology, which means to tell us that monsters are not scary. With our current level of technology, picking up a few monsters is like playing, and that is comforting me! ! ! "

Lu Xiaoqian explained loudly, and looked at Wang Xuebin carefully, seeing that he was smiling and did not refute, so he relaxed a little.

Is this what Wang Xuebin meant?

To be honest, Lu Xiaoqian didn't know!

But he knew the world was messed up enough that it wouldn't be a big deal to add another person with superpowers.

As he just said, the level of technological development in the past 200 years in modern times has surpassed the sum of the previous 5000 years of human history!

The big deal is to hand over Silly Girl to the country and let the country figure out a way. He doesn't believe it anymore. The whole country, plus Silly Girl, a technological crystallization beyond the times, can't clean up a few old antiques!

Isn't it just two monsters?

fuck it! ! !

For a moment, the desire in Lu Xiaoqian's heart to be willing to cut himself into pieces and dare to pull the emperor off the horse was fully aroused.

Seeing Lu Xiaoqian's posture, Wang Xuebin behind the mirror showed a gratified smile.

Saving the world is not something that anyone can do casually, without the drive to move forward, there is not even a shred of hope...

The sentimentality and seriousness in his eyes disappeared in a flash, he got up and picked up a small bowl, filled a bowl of West Lake Beef Soup, and placed it in front of Xiao Chuchu.

"Come on, Chuchu, drink some soup, I have been crying all day today, add salt and water, otherwise the tears will not last..."

Accompanied by Wang Xuebin's joke, the aura in the villa also underwent an unknown change.

Whether it was He Lan, Lu Xiaoqian or Xiao Chuchu, they all felt light all over, the original sensitive emotions disappeared, and instead they felt a faint warmth.

In the upstairs studio, ugly paintings were randomly stacked on the wall, and the opaque curtains sealed the studio into a dark environment.

In the dark environment, the ugly paintings seem to have their own life, but when you look closely, you can only feel an indescribable sense of desolation.

Vitality and desolation are intertwined, and the contradiction is disgusting.

If a person with aesthetic appreciation comes to taste it, I am afraid that it will only be a moment before he will be shocked to the point of crazy self-destruction by the majestic amount of information in the painting...

After all, these paintings depict... a world on the brink of destruction...

……

In Diaoyutai, Fan Youcai is holding a goblet, but the goblet is filled with Wuliangye. In this era, Moutai is far from inventing sauce-flavored technology like later generations.

Opposite Fan Youcai, Zhu Bajie, who had turned back into a human form, was gorging on both sides, gorging himself, his face was covered with grease, and his clothes became dirty and sloppy.

You Suowei was listening to the phone with a gloomy face in Fengfeng Apartment. Beside him, Huamei was holding a cup of tea, carefully placing it beside him.

One of the two was sitting and the other was standing, as if they were clearly separated, but looking at the furnishings in the villa, it was obvious that they had already lived together.

On the other end of the phone, a man with yellow eyebrows and pointed ears was also holding a mobile phone, standing on the street, looking around impatiently.

Seeing that he was well dressed, he didn't look as embarrassed as when he was pushing the cart behind Mr. Li.

But his expression at this time did not have the sincere joy and happiness that he would have shown when he heard about eating meat.

In an alley about three streets away from Huangmei, an old man who was pedaling three wheels strenuously looked around, with an indelible melancholy on his brows.

He seemed to be looking for someone, and also seemed to be looking for discarded garbage, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes showed traces of salt and alkali.

In the surveillance command center a little further away, a group of people in civilian clothes were frowning and watching in front of each surveillance video.

The yellow-browed pig, Lu Xiaoqian, silly girl, Wang Xuebin, and a series of other related personnel remained intact, with solemn expressions and a very depressing atmosphere.

In the far north, at the bottom of a bottomless pit, the fiery red lava abnormally did not erupt upwards along the pit that reached the surface.

Instead, like a living heart, it was beating slowly, thumping, and it had a cult atmosphere.

In the lava, a minotaur was holding a bottle of translucent liquid in his hand, with an expression of indescribable fanaticism.

The scorching lava was like an ordinary bathtub to the minotaur, and the bottle of translucent liquid didn't bother it at all.

Shaking gently in his hand, the liquid swirled in the transparent bottle of unknown material, the monster raised its head and laughed wildly, and there were gusts of evil wind blowing from the ground.

"Sang mother liquor...hahahahaha...Old cow, I will live forever...hahahaha..."

Chapter 663 Impulsivity Can't Be Addicted

boom boom

The door of the studio opened, and a beautiful woman in a sexy black dress leaned against the door frame, staring at the figure in the studio who was scribbling on the canvas with a brush in his hand, with a resentful expression on his face

"Chu Chu has already fallen asleep, and that Xiaoqian has also been sent away"

Hearing these obsessive words, Wang Xuebin, who was scribbling, paused, turned his head, looked at He Lan with exquisite makeup on his face with raised eyebrows, and asked curiously:

"They're all gone, so why are you coming back?"

Saying that, he turned his head to look at the sky near dusk, then looked at He Lan with a stiff expression, and asked softly:

"It's getting late, are you still planning to spend the night with me?"

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, whether he was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, He Lan almost walked away in anger, but thinking of that vixen named Xiaoyu, she still took a deep breath and endured it.

I can't bear what to do, people are close friends who can get along day and night, although I come first in size, but feelings are not about first come first served.

These days, Qingmei has always been no match for Tianxiang, no matter how sincere his feelings are, he can't stand the hooking up of a vixen, can he?

If I don't serve snacks and take the initiative, I'm afraid this man will be seduced by other wild foxes like Chu Chu's ex-boyfriend You Zuowei

"What? You have such a big villa, can't you spare half a bed?"

In the studio, Wang Xuebin changed his paintbrush, stained some magma-like orange-red on the palette, raised his hand horizontally, and a tear appeared on the canvas.