The huge waves crashed against the reef, making a loud rumbling sound, and in the hazy sky, the dark clouds were black and oppressive, as if they were about to be pressed down from the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The wind was blowing, the momentum before the storm had accumulated to the end, and the sky seemed to be entering the evening, when suddenly, a thunderbolt "clicked", followed by a dazzling lightning, and then the downpour was vented.

The rain curtain beaded the curtain, the visibility was further reduced, and the fleet of ships that had sailed from afar hurried into the simple port on the island, and many people and equipment were unloading in such strong winds and torrential rains, and the few original famous people on the island sat in a small tin house with great interest, watching the fleet on the port busy.

This is the Atlantic Ocean, away from the busy shipping lines, a small nameless island that belongs to a modified ocean island nation.

With a population of less than 10,000 and no name, this country is the least developed region on earth, and in addition to the white and white beaches and coconut trees on the islands, even fresh water needs to be brought in.

Ordinary people may not have heard of it at all, but in the past, the monarch of this country was only active in climate conferences and for international aid, and this country is on the atlas, and it is not even easy to find if you don't look carefully.

This is the place Cui Yingying has carefully chosen, this will be her home in the future, the World Tree will be sown here, and she will be imprisoned here for the rest of her life while reaping great benefits.

100 years!

In the flick of a finger!

Is it worth giving up everything for the sake of these 100 years of glory, including the loving husband and the daughter who regards it as her life?

Cui Yingying braved the storm and landed on the island, surrounded by a large crowd of people, looking at the direction of the fleet, just like from the Atlantic Ocean thousands of miles away, she could see her home, her husband and daughter.

There is no way back, Cui Yingying thought.

She couldn't even wait for the World Tree on Mars to be planted.

A demigod fell because of her, the Cui family lost everything because of her, and under the attention of the whole world, she put on such a gorgeous performance, she can't turn back.

As for 100 years......

Cui Yingying shook her head, putting aside all her complicated emotions and hesitations for the time being.

It's nice here.

Close to the Earth's equator, it has a typical tropical climate.

The location was also cleverly chosen.

Rising sea levels have already cost the smallest country a third of its size, and more than 8,000 impoverished citizens are counting on the international community to lend a helping hand.

The most ideal, of course, is to regain a living space that can thrive, and at the same time, to maintain the integrity of a sovereign state, in the past, this luxury was of course a fantasy, but now it's okay, Cui Yingying generously gave them what they hoped for the most, and in exchange, this island country became her private property.

In this way, a lot of troubles and interests were avoided, and of course, Cui Yingying also paid a lot of money to obtain a reasonable "loan" to buy a piece of land in Nia and resettle all the people of the country.

As part of the price, there was this voyage, and the people here, these fleets.

"Your Excellency, everything is settled, please come with me. ”

Cui Yingying came back to her senses, nodded, and followed the respectful white woman towards the depths of the island.

Behind a hill, in the midst of a sparse tropical jungle, a low, humble camp sits, and in the pouring rain, Cui Yingying followed the men into the main building of the camp.

"Your Excellency, please take a break, we are making the final preparations. ”

Cui Yingying wiped her wet hair with a towel and asked casually, "Have all the islanders here been evacuated?"

“…… And the last group, we're doing the work!"

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In the evening, the storm has not stopped, on the island, the last group of aborigines who want to fish in troubled waters, are resolutely "invited" out of their original homes, preparations have been prepared, the geological team has found the most suitable planting site, so far, all preparations have been ready.

When it came to the end, Cui Yingying hesitated again, about to say goodbye to her human identity and become another completely unpredictable creature, the unknown and panic swept her again, making her subconsciously want to escape and delay.

At this time, the news that the seeds of the World Tree on Mars were ready to be sown came, and Cui Yingying was like being amnestied, so she immediately transferred the signal of the live broadcast, locked herself in the house alone, and watched the live broadcast the whole time.

During the live broadcast, the exclamations and discussions could not be completely suppressed even by the storm outside, and after the sowing was over, the earth-shattering cheers even overshadowed the ravages of the storm.

They have reason to be happy, as "investors", there is nothing more happy than seeing that their investment is about to usher in a rich return, Cui Yingying let go of the last fear and worry in such laughter, and let out a long breath.

That's it, that's it, she murmured.

A warm, celebratory night passed quietly, before dawn came, the storm ended, the raging sea returned to calm, a round of red sun from the sea and sky in the east to reveal a glimmer of golden light, Cui Yingying walked out of the bedroom, solemnly came outside.

No one closed their eyes that night, but everyone was shining brightly.

The great moment finally came, surprisingly, there was no sound, everyone's mouths were tightly closed, teeth were tight, and there was no celebration but an atmosphere of extreme tension.

Carefully selected personnel, all-out logistical support and support, a group of more than a dozen specially made mountain bikes and robots still trekked to the depths of the island.

Cui Yingying sat on the back of a multi-legged robot, breathing in the salty and humid air of the early morning, looking at the blue sea illuminated by golden light.

Soon, it won't be the same here.

Soon, your body will cover them!

Soon, every grass and tree within a radius of thousands of kilometers will change!

The vast ocean, the endless creatures, will be completely changed because of her.

Perhaps, Godzilla will cease to be a fantasy, who knows.

Walking like this, dangling, thinking, half an hour later, the destination arrived.

Beneath a mountain cliff, the most stable geological structure, all the way to the continental plate of the seabed, and soon, her roots will replace this fragile connection, connecting this ocean with the continent beneath it.

"Your Excellency?"

Cui Yingying came back to her senses and found that she was standing on a spit rock, the World Tree Seed had been paid from her chest, and at this time, it was slowly beating like a green heart.

"Connect my daughter's line!" Cui Yingying's expression suddenly distorted, and then shouted in a panic. (To be continued.) )