Regarding Ling Qi's threat, Mr. Yes chose to remain silent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Just as someone begins to hate him, he also becomes less and less disliking self-assertion and self-righteousness, which is an inevitable clash of personalities.

And Mr. Yes, who has a distinct personality, hates that narrow space even more. Although there are many things that can be analyzed in data, Mr. Yes is no longer the fool he used to be, and he only knows research and research every day, just like the current number zero.

He still retains his instinctive nature for data, and his curiosity is exuberant, but it's only for what is necessary and what interests him.

It's as if he won't obey Ling Qi's orders anymore, and after losing the model, he still analyzes those strange radiation energies. He would rather spend more time learning about human nature that he doesn't understand, but wants to be familiar with!

He's not it anymore.

Ling Qi didn't throw Mr. Yes back into the storage space in the end, everyone knew that it was just a threatening word, at least for now, they couldn't do without each other.

At four o'clock in the morning, in the pressurization room of the underground factory of the Lucky No. 38 casino, Ling Qi, who had been exercising for two hours under the guidance of Leo , had to give up the opportunistic method.

Probably because the pressure is too small, this kind of exercise allows him to break through the limit, and even the existence of the limit is far from enough.

Ling Qi, who has not made any progress, can only think so.

He was eager to break through, especially when Leo broke through, in addition to the attributes that began to improve again, he also gained some kind of ability similar to that of talent, which was really eye-catching.

The strength in advance is really valuable, and the environment that can exert extreme oppression on Leo is not much different from daily training for Ling Qi.

"Maybe I shouldn't have allowed myself to improve so fast. ”

Ling Qi wiped the sweat off his body and said this.

Leo on the side fiddled with the elven longbow that had become uncomfortable, and said lightly:

"We don't have the qualifications to turn back, and you're still stronger, much stronger than me, aren't you!"

Ling Qi nodded, looked at the wood elf who seemed to have become taller and stronger, and a word suddenly popped into his mind:

"Atavism!"

The earliest ancestors of the Wood Elves were the Ancient Elves of the Elder Scrolls plane, a branch of the Innate Gods.

The descendants seem to be too far away from their ancestors, in addition to bows and arrows, they also have a talent far beyond ordinary people, whether it is height, size, or affinity for magic, the wood elves are far inferior to their cousins high elves, and even inferior to the Brightons.

In fact, elves are a word that encompasses a very wide range of meanings, just like humans. Any plane with elves, most orthodox elves, should be high elves, born with long lifespans and racial superiority.

Leo's current changes, if he were put in the eyes of Tang Xiao and others, I am afraid that he would only feel more and more like an elf.

And what about humans? What about their ancestors? Monkeys? Ridiculous view.

Some people who are particularly suitable for a certain kind of genetic implantation and modification, Ling Qi named them potential gene mutants, including even himself, whether there is also a reason for the innate bloodline.

The implantation of external genes leads to the strengthening of the body to break through the limit, and it is probably also a way to break the shackles, one of the countless ways to side with it.

Everyone was guarding a room full of treasures, but most people turned a blind eye to it, some were lucky enough to open the door, others smashed the windows and took the treasure in advance.

Ling Qi saw the wood elves changing little by little, he thought that he should be jealous, and his entourage did what he dreamed of, but in fact he didn't care at all.

He still didn't know much about the genetic shackles and the things at the level of physical strengthening, but he had already seen the transformation after the sublimation of the soul in advance. He didn't know if it was good or bad for him, and he knew there was still a long way to go. The same is true of the avenues, and the same is true of the trails.

"Maybe I wasn't born a genius at fighting, and since fate has laid me a more rugged but clearly visible path, there is no reason to give up. ”

Ling Qi listened to the rumbling sound of a large number of machines in the underground factory, and he could even feel that dozens of meters deep under his feet, a large number of mechanical scorpions had already begun to carry out Mr. Good's plan without any orders at all.

He knew that most of his strength was exposed to the enemy's sight, and almost all the secrets were analyzed and discovered by Mr. Yes.

Thankfully, that's still just almost.

"When you are completely seen through by others, you lose the opportunity to turn the tables all. ”

Ling Qi has always known that the final result of inducement and coercion is not much different for the recipient.

In the afternoon, at about three o'clock, Ling Qi led a fully mechanized force from New Vegas.

This can't hide the many eyes and ears outside the city, but after many "rectifications" in the city, there are no more grasshoppers.

The gloomy sky was the same as when he first came into the world, maybe a little darker, but the winds and sand didn't make the subtle changes too much of an eyesore.

Will there be four seasons in such a world? The few citizens of the city who watched him leave were almost all clothed, but they were still shivering.

Are they afraid of him?

Ling Qi had no answer.

He left Mr. Yes in New Vegas, so he only wore a PP kid with a zero stored in it.

Originally, according to custom, such a situation should have been left by Zero. Or, as he suggests, Yes Mr. should leave another doppelganger in New Vegas.

It turns out that Mr. Yes, who claims to be able to be replicated infinitely, is not really able to incarnate thousands of people. Ling Qi didn't know if the restrictions were hard or just because of Mr. Hao's reluctance.

In short, this made him feel that even if Mr. Hao betrayed one day, he would not suffer too much if he kept the zero.

Of course, if Mr. Yes has no objections, it is indeed the most appropriate to let him stay, because he has the most autonomy, because he can upload or download himself to other safe places at any time.

Strangely, neither side raised the question of what Mr. Yes would do if that wireless communication failure happened again.

It is impossible for Mr. Yes to put himself in a place of mortality, Ling Qi said to himself. He doesn't even have to think about him, because he will always think more than he does.

"Lynch, you—do you think that's good. ”

Zero doesn't know what it means to be reserved, but he can sense Mr. Good's hostility towards it. And under Ling Qi's repeated orders, he also began to change his language habits.

Ling Qi shook his head, didn't answer the question, and asked instead:

"What the hell do you think the Enclave is thinking? ”

This is another question that is completely unrelated to Zero's fears.

"It's hard to say, what should be being studied. ”

Zero's answer was not so certain, but Ling Qi knew that this was already the best answer it gave after combining various data conclusions and comparing them.

No one can predict in advance which side of the discarded coin will land after it falls, and even if there is a ridiculous situation of erection, isn't it a possibility?

He was satisfied with Zero's answer, because what he needed was not an answer, but a relative possibility to prove that his idea was not too far from logic!

In addition, he likes the attitude of Zero, not the tone, but the positioning of both sides. It doesn't get to the bottom of a question that he doesn't care about, or doesn't want to answer, like Mr. Yes today.

"Zero, have you ever wondered what the Enclave are trying to do if they're really here for me? ”

In the silence of the wasteland, hundreds of units of mechanical soldiers moved forward in an orderly manner, only the monotonous sound of machine springs and footsteps on the ground proved that they were indeed moving.

Ling Qi's whisper became the only discordant voice in the group, just like himself.

This is a question that only you can answer. ”

Zero still can't completely change his language habits.

Ling Qi understood what it meant, and it didn't feel that the secret he had exposed was worth the Enclave's fanfare.

Godzilla? Is his super physical, or is it the New Vegas he occupies? Or even some appendage of New Vegas?

The Enclave won't need those!

This is the answer given by Zero, and Ling Qi also thinks so.

The Enclave is definitely not the end of the crossbow, at least they have regained a little bit of their former color.

Since this step can be achieved, then the Enclave's comeback has no inevitability of this time and place, only because of people or power.

So what is the reason for their appearance?

The previous raids and sieges, which can even be described as anticlimactic, are they really just a warning?

Ling Qi could have sat comfortably on the sofa and waited, leaving everything to a good gentleman who was more suitable for making reasonable arrangements, and there was no reason to risk his life. But he had to figure out why!

He didn't care if he brought order or destruction to Nedahua, and the Juggernaut didn't give a time limit for the task to be completed. He still tried to get the situation in the direction he wanted and actively completed the task.

He could have delayed as much time as he could, to practice, to absorb knowledge, to make himself stronger. He's the same as the Enclave, and the longer it drags on, the stronger they get.

But he can't and won't do that! Just the local storm and the limited chaos already make him feel that the so-called main quest has a feeling that he can't grasp it, and God knows what trouble will come to him after it drags on longer and attracts more attention!

The plot world is like a pool of water, calm and with complete rules. The arrival of the reincarnation is like dropping a few oil flowers in the lake, which is conspicuous at first, gradually spreads out, and becomes lighter and fainter, but at the same time, it also makes the contact surface between himself and the lake larger.

If the essence of the oil flower is too special, the color is too eye-catching, and even the lake can't accommodate and digest it, then...

"We are the source that stirs the whole chessboard causal line, and the Enclave is the black hand that churns the partial chessboard causal line. We have a last resort and a necessity to do it, we have to be positive, the Enclave-"

"Build high walls, accumulate grain, and slow to become kings. For the losers and the weak, the lurking minions and dragons lurking in the abyss are the king, they can't even understand such a simple truth, and no one in the wasteland will welcome their comeback. ”

"In order for the reincarnator to complete the task, he must stir up trouble and attract more attention, which is not possible in the early stage. What is the purpose of the Enclave's appearance - I must go and see it!"

The answer may not be at Camp McCarron, but he doesn't want to be deaf and blind in the end, which may be another reason why he can't fit in with the world.

The butterflies that cause storms have to dangle in front of people's eyes all day long, who can tolerate it!