After Becoming a Little Sister

In the half-talking session, they are full-level players, old onmyoji.

And she can understand that the Republic wants to raise the Xuanpao tyrant as a daughter and also arm her to the back molars. In the future, there will be no enemies who will be pressed to the ground and rubbed on the ground. The value of this set of things It is definitely not lower than the strategic-level air strike force such as the Zhuxian, and it is regarded as a powerful weapon of the individual soldier type.

A natural evolutionary with extraordinary strength, coupled with a set of special armor that can almost ignore the light and heavy firepower of individual soldiers, if this is put into the hostile sphere of influence to carry out an armed attack, what consequences will it cause before she exhausts herself? , the picture is simply too beautiful to imagine.

After looking at Infinite Arms with complicated eyes, Spicy Chicken snorted coldly, and instead of talking about related things, he talked about other topics.

"Isn't there news that the remnants of the Broken Cross went to the Nanbang area?" Spicy Chicken Shreds took out a tablet, and his expression became a little more serious: "Now it seems that the news is true, they are in Nanbang. Regional experiment with a new type of biological weapon."

"Biological weapons?" Arya blinked: "It's that kind of metal monster again?"

"Using what you are familiar with, it may be called a weakened version of ... blood-borne virus."

"..."

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Busan Port in the early morning, with a strong fishy smell.

Many fishing boats gather in this sea area, pack their catches in big blue shabby plastic baskets, and transfer them to the shore with difficulty.

There were clamorous voices, buyers waving their stubby hands and gesturing prices, sellers stretched out their skinny arms trying to bargain, and tourists stood on tiptoe to avoid the cross-flowing sewage, covering their noses to watch the excitement.

Someone with sharp eyes looked up and saw the new ship entering the port: "Hey! Look over there! Is that Ouyang No. 90?"

Familiar fishmongers followed them. The catch of ocean-going fishing boats is generally sold to specialized cold-chain enterprises through the company. Few are sold to fishmongers, but this kind of catch is never a thing that comes out of the sea once. But with one kind of fishing, occasionally there will be a small number of scattered fish, or rare fish like the splendid lobster that Alia salvaged at the beginning. Even if the captain takes it and resells it, everyone really likes it. Unannounced will not say anything.

Of course, you have to hide what you are hiding. After all, the ships of ocean fishing are owned by the company, and the captain is theoretically an employee. He has no right to dispose of the fish. It was also discovered, then the legal department behind the contract is not so easy to bully, so these fishmongers often make py transactions with the captain as soon as the fishing boat docks. Everyone makes a quick decision and strives to be a fast man. to achieve ulterior motives.

So it often happens that a few big men are looking forward to getting on the boat, and then come down with a big bag and a small bag and pull the waistband with an obvious happy expression.

A few fishmongers came to the port and were just about to get in touch with Ouyang No. 90, who was at the port. Unexpectedly, the first person to get off the ship was not the captain, but an unhappy crew member who looked sick. The other party's skinny body Like dried salted fish, the muscles stick to the bones, and only a layer of skin is left on the exposed arms.

"You are..."

There was a fishmonger who wanted to say something subconsciously, but was frightened back by the crewman's eyes - the other party's eyes were eerily crimson, as if the pupils were bloodshot, and it was terrifying.

Staring at the fat fishmonger in front of him for two seconds, the thin crew member's throat rolled, as if he had swallowed something, raised his hand and pushed the person in front of him away, staggered into the crowd, and in a flash overwhelmed by the crowd.

"...This person is sick!"

The white fat fishmonger couldn't hang up a bit. He always felt as if he had been embarrassed just now. He muttered a few words and then calmed down with the persuasion of his companions. He probed into the dim cabin: "Is the captain here? Is there anyone?"

After calling for a few times, but no answer, the fat fish monger took out his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes and kept talking politely, but stepped onto the fishing boat unceremoniously.

The relationship between fishmongers and hired captains is like that of carrion vultures and dirty hyenas. In fact, everyone dislikes each other, but they live in peace and even cooperate sometimes—the fishmongers know The hired captains need to get rare fish out quickly, so the price is often suppressed very hard. It is not new for the fish they got for 2000 yuan to be fired up to [-] million in the market.

And what the fishmongers hate about these captains is the stubbornness and greed of each other. Everyone eats at sea. It is impossible not to know which fish are more expensive and which aquatic products are more scarce. It is extremely boring to argue with each other. I wish the captains were all idiots, throwing them all the good stuff for ten bucks a pound, it would be perfect if they could take the dirty bills with them.

No one looks down on anyone, but no one can do without one another—the hired captains have nowhere to go and sell slowly, and the fishmongers have nowhere to buy them, so for the sake of money, everyone basically pinches each other's noses Losing a smiley face, he wanted to earn money with a smile on the surface, and his inner MMP was ignored.

At this moment, the fat white fishmonger with a cigarette took a few steps and raised his hand to cover his nose. The sour smell of the dark ship was wrapped in the bloody smell of rotting fish, which was particularly pungent. The shaking of the hull made him realize that This ship has been in port for so long, and no crew members have come out to tie the ropes - and look at the thick rust on the ship's body, it is simply the most rubbish in fishing boats. Both the boat and the crew are rubbish and unbearable. eye.

Everyone is an ocean-going fishing boat, but the Ouyang 90 has doubled its service period. It is estimated that the boat will not work after a few more trips. It is the right way to squeeze all the remaining value of the other party before that. The captain also knows this boat. There is no way to provide him with a more stable future job, and it is time to make money to save some coffin books.

I made up my mind to lower the price by [-]% later. The fat fishmonger felt that the unpleasant smell of fish and blood in the air became a little more attractive. It may also be because he stayed here for a while so his nose got used to it. , he let go of his hand a little, and made a circle along the entire cabin corridor in confusion.

What about people?Even if there is no one outside the bridge, how can there be no one on the rudder side, what are they doing?

Doubtfully, he probed into the bridge and took a look. The fat white fishmonger, who was just about to retract his head, looked inside again. His fat cheeks were pressed against the black-gray glass window, and he vaguely saw A figure lay on the ground.

The reflection outside the window made it impossible for him to see through the glass, so he put his hand in front of his eyes and narrowed his eyes to observe for a while. The other party's clothes and captain's hat really came into view, which marked the other party's identity. The person I'm looking for is the captain of Ouyang No. 90.

The fat fishmonger took out his handkerchief and wiped the dust on his cheeks. He glanced at the window glass with disgust. He even saw the radial blood stains on the window glass. Bloodstains are all too common. Fish blood is everywhere when handling the catch, and the ocean-going fishing boat is an offshore refrigerator with a slaughterhouse.

But this kind of stain was made on the bridge, and it can only be said that the crew of this ship was really rotten and lazy to the core.

Even if the normal captain can't do it himself, he will ask the crew to clean up these daily activities. I really don't know what the captain of this ship can do besides drinking. The ocean fishing company probably depends on the other party. For the sake of the cheap captain's license, why did you hire such a fool?

The white fat fishmonger shook his handkerchief, put the pack of cigarettes back in his pocket after putting it away, put the handbag under his arm, and adjusted his belt, which had slipped a little because of the beer belly, conscious of the buyer's When he was ready, he kicked the bridge door with his toes: "Hey! Wake up! I'm here to talk business with you!"

However, the bridge door was not locked, and after being slapped by him, he slowly opened it with a "squeak--" sound.

Almost at the same time, the bloody smell that was so strong that it could not be dissolved almost rushed him.

Fatty Bai Fishmonger's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at the traces on the ground.

On the dark interior deck, which was blocked by the window ridges, bloody handprints were randomly printed one after another, dragging and pulling out dark brown marks one after another, it looked like someone had their hands covered in blood before. The ground was flapping and struggling, creating a terrifying atmosphere out of thin air.

His throat rolled, he held his breath, turned his head to look at the captain lying on the ground.

In the shadow obscured by the captain's hat, half of his cheeks were gnawed to the point where only bones remained, and with the bloodshot eyeballs in their sockets, they stared straight at the fat white fishmonger.

Half of his cheeks and the flesh and blood on his neck seemed to be torn apart by something. There was even a bloody cross-section in his throat. The empty throat section showed an uncomfortable dark void. It caused half of his head to slump and slump as if he couldn't support it.

"Ah...ah?!"

The fat fishmonger's legs went weak, he stumbled back two steps, and fell to the ground with his buttocks.

Accompanied by the screams of the fat white fishmonger, the captain's absent-minded eyes trembled in his sockets, and then he slowly turned around and looked at him.

Hoarse to the level of pulling a bellows, it couldn't even be said to be a voice, and it snorted from the other party's throat, accompanied by a sputum-like sound, dark brown blood mixed with blood clots gushing out of his throat, The soaked shirt slowly dripped down the neckline.

"I...it hurts..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

PS: A little tired, maybe because of illness in July, laziness

PS: I heard that the college entrance examination is coming soon. I hope everyone will get good grades and enjoy a good holiday.

PS3: continue tomorrow

Section 875 0858 - The truth of time, Punishment Ji is online (for April Blade 4/?

What happened far away in Nanbang has not affected Dongshan City in the Republic for the time being.

The busy early morning began with the crowded relocation. Dongshan City, which had been stagnant for a whole day, ushered in quite a crowd of people. The evacuated people from Binhai District [-] started to rush back from early in the morning. After all, everyone had to work and have a meal. Yes, especially after the children don't have to go to school, the uproar is often to contain the whole family.

It's only at times like this that parents feel from the bottom of their hearts that it's great that schools can start...  

The relocation of Dongshan University seems to be busy and orderly. It is mainly managed by a group of students in the student union who are full of management skills. Everyone goes back in batches without even delaying the afternoon class. It is said that many students are born from this. If you complain, why not learn from the chaotic look of the Dongshan Institute of Technology next door, and everyone can move freely for a while in the afternoon, right?

The response given by the student union is very simple. It's almost the end of the semester. Hurry up and finish the exam and get out. Delaying for a long time means that the exam will be delayed for a whole day.

The more important reason is that because of the busyness, many teachers in the school have not yet been fully in place, and everyone may be able to make a time difference...

After a comprehensible exchange, the students went back to the exam with all their horsepower. The enthusiasm for learning that burst out was simply earth-shattering. The teachers tearfully agreed to their request to start the final exam quickly, and said who is special. Those whose test scores are 20% higher than the average test scores in the past will be entertained when they come next semester.

Who is not a fox?After all, the little fox can't compare to the old fox.

The campus of Dongshan University was not affected by the fall of the Demon Star King Killer. After a long absence, she returned to the familiar campus. Alia sighed with emotion: "I was also an ordinary sophomore..."

"So are you now." Khaki Wild was sitting in the president's office reviewing the student union budget documents, without raising his head when he heard the words: "And you will still be next semester."

"Eh? I haven't reached the third year yet?" Arya looked at the calendar in surprise: "Why do I feel like it's been several years?"

"...What are you talking about?" Khaki wildly folded the documents at hand, and reluctantly raised his head and complained: "Even if you are not sensitive to time, you should respect our class hours anyway."

"What day is it today?"

"Number 12, what's wrong?"

"...how many months?"

"December 12."

"What about the year?"

"2019." Khaki looked at her wildly and suspiciously: "Are you all right? Are you drowsy?"

"How long until New Year's Eve?"

"Little half a month, the New Year comes early this year, it's just the twentieth of January."

"No...somewhere..."

Arya looked at the time on the calendar, her eyes flashed with doubts, and she always felt that something was wrong.

Time...seems like something went wrong?

If I remember correctly, when I came to Blue Star, shouldn't it be in the second half of 2018?

She covered her forehead and recalled the past, but the short three or four months seemed so long. The stretched timeline overlapped with the event line, and a long timeline seemed to be skipped in the middle—some kind of weird The sense of time and space dislocation was discovered in her memories.

Taking a deep breath, Arya slowly suppressed the throbbing in her heart and looked at her palm.

When did you discover this problem yourself?It seems that after meeting with the fairy sister's projection that travels through time and space?

Blue Star's timeline, there is a problem!

But apart from her, even the khaki wild blue star's Son of Destiny doesn't think there is anything strange about her, but thinks that she has a problem: "Should you call a doctor? You are not well now, go back to the ward and rest for a while. ?"

"No, I'm fine." Arya tapped the table with her fingertips: "Wild, have you ever felt that time flies... quickly?"

"Yeah, sometimes I feel like I haven't done anything, and one day has passed. I even forgot the day of the week, and the week and month are gone in an instant. What's wrong?" Re-doing work that doesn't belong to you, and you don't care about your words: "When you don't have a goal, it's easy to lose your sense of time. When you have something to do and it's meaningful, you find that you don't have enough time. used."

"...Not the same." Arya whispered, her eyes deep.

Blue Star's water is far deeper than she imagined, and the Q version of Quantum Dragon God is not just as simple as calculating her.

If it is just some original sin pollution, or the overlap of the evolutionary routes of the two different civilizations of the different world and Blue Star, then the quantum dragon god does not need to be so troublesome. For his body, cleaning the entire Blue Star universe is no better than cleaning the entire Blue Star universe. Picking up the broom to clean the dust off the floor of the small room was difficult.

The true god cannot interfere with the original civilization, but it does not mean that the true god cannot help the original civilization, especially when it encounters the pollution of original sin.

After all, the confrontation between order and disorder is almost eternal, and the True God family representing the order side has an innate position in this regard, and will not and will not give in.

But the actual situation is that neither the other world nor the Blue Star has been truly intervened by the quantum dragon god-even the other world where he once descended, the subsequent development is full of alienation that is left to fend for itself.

If you say that Quantum Dragon God is the kind of irresponsible scum god who throws it away after playing, calls it Britney when you need it, and Mrs Niu when you don’t need it, then it’s understandable, but who is better than Arya? Everyone knows the level of benevolence of the other party. In terms of the power level of the true god, it is as powerful as the fourth natural disaster, but it is only the gap between ordinary ants and humans.

Even if the fourth natural disaster is a bullet ant inside an ant, isn't the Quantum Dragon God a pink macho man among humans?

Why doesn't the other party interfere, or even watch the Blue Star Universe in person?

Unless the universe is so fragile that it cannot be directly watched by the true god, some key underlying logic parameters are disordered, and according to what Quantum Dragon God once said, and Alia’s 300 million must-dos in "The True God Manages the Universe" According to the content seen in the popular science of the marketing account, there are only two situations for a universe that is fragile to this level.

The first is that the basic space parameters are disordered, that is, another world - who has ever seen a strange planet with three continents stacked on top of each other?

The second is the disorder of time parameters. Arya had no control at that time, and the only thing she could think of was the Conan universe.