Chongqing.

Underground Steel Forest.

Kante sat in the iron chair and played with the sky boringly, the folding knife dancing between his arms like eyes.

He looked up at the robots who had been busy working above his head, and then at the man in front of him who had been writing at his desk, and thought that this kind of life was really fucking nonsense.

This is not the life that the talented man should live.

It's too monotonous.

It's too concise too.

Monotonous and concise, both boring

This kind of life is too boring.

"After taking a back seat for so long, you still refuse to return to the front line?"

The man didn't respond as if he hadn't heard it, still focusing on the drawing in front of him.

Kante blew his non-existent beard and stepped forward to take a brief look at the drawing.

Just one glance makes my scalp tingle.

The word complex was no longer enough to describe what was on the drawing, and he carefully searched through his brain, which had been working for a hundred and four years, and with some despair, discovered a fact.

He couldn't find a word to describe the complexity of the drawing.

I can't interfere with this guy's work anymore.

Nirvana never bothered with others when he was concentrating on his art, and repeatedly interfering with him would only be expelled.

He was sure he wouldn't be driven out, but he wasn't sure he could shut down the Lord of Chaos.

In the whole world, only the man in front of him, who was so calm that he was a little dead silent, had the ability to set up a cage to imprison a demon master-level ghost.

He is the last hope of the Divine Society, and with him, there is hope of killing the Demon Lord.

Kanter sat back a little depressed, staggering back, and from time to time he used his vision to control two working robots to play a game of guessing.

It would be better if there was a game of chess, so that he could let the two robots play a hearty game and pass the boring long time.

Whether it's chess or Chinese chess, Go is actually pretty good.

At least not as boring as it is now.

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......

"Don't move, they're not your toys. ”

I don't know how long it took for Kante to finally hear Han Qian's voice.

He looked up, shrugged his shoulders, and removed control of the robot.

The two robots continued to return to their posts in a disgraced manner, for fear that the slack just now would delay their work.

"How about it? I can finally go back to the academy this time...... Isn't it enough for Ivan to invite you, is it not enough for me to come in person? I'm very busy!"

Han Qian rubbed his eyes, which looked sleepy from working for a long time, a little irritable.

"Professor Ivan has a lot more face than you, and I don't listen to what he says, let alone yours?"

Kante was furious when he heard this: "Little rabbit, how do you talk to your elders! Your father had to call me respectfully when he saw me, uncle, are you good, and still treat me as an elder?"

Han Qian took off his glasses, folded them neatly, put them in his jacket pocket, and did not speak.

Ivan was enraged by his attitude, and said angrily: "How can Qianshan teach a descendant like you!"

Han Qian leaned back in his chair, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said, "My grandfather was a saint when my father was two years old, and even my father didn't have the opportunity to listen to his old man's teachings, so how could I be taught by my grandfather?"

Kante was stunned, a little speechless.

The bloody past once again turned into a sharp knife and plunged into his heart.

Fortunately, he had already taken revenge, and with the spiritual power trajectory set by the red pupil, he buried the demon in the pillar of thunder.

There is no scum left.

"What about Han Feiyu? Don't you plan to meet him? This is the first time in eighteen years that he has been away from home for such a long time, and with that child's temperament, it is difficult for him to adapt to the laws of Kulizar, so you are not worried about him at all?"

Hearing Han Feiyu's three words, Han Qian was even more silent.

He could see anything that happened to Han Feiyu, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried about Han Feiyu.

Many things are invisible to the naked eye.

For example, mood.

Such as ideas.

Kanter keenly captured Han Qian's changing state of mind, and struck the railroad while it was hot: "Yes, it's not a good thing to put Han Feiyu's excellent bloodline in a place where it is out of reach, I am the principal of Kulizar Academy, as long as you speak, you can teach in the academy at any time...... Those juniors have been yearning for the name of the god of machines for a long time......"

Hearing the long-lost name, Han Qian showed a bitter expression and said, "Forget it, the spirit seed is gone, I'm just an ordinary person now." ”

"Ordinary people, if you were an ordinary person, shouldn't those people in the Equipment Department and the Machinery Department die directly?

As soon as he said that, Kante knew he had made a mistake.

He shouldn't have mentioned the word annihilation in front of Han Qian.

Sure enough, Han Qian, who heard those two words, suddenly became furious, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and he said word by word: "Don't mention the word annihilation in front of me!"

Kante didn't answer.

At this time, no matter how you pick it up, it's wrong.

He shook his head and stood up to leave, thinking to himself that he had made such a mistake.

"Wait, the War of the Gods hasn't started yet, has it? ”

N'Golo Kante stopped, but didn't look back.

"Not yet, Siddhartha has insufficient reserves of ammunition, and those idiots in the armament department are hurrying up to make it. ”

"Okay, tell the elder group that in this battle of the gods, the overseer will be appointed by my Han family. ”

"Do you want to? After Ed entered the academy, the Camian family has already set up a position of inspector for the past four years! besides, there are other families who are also eyeing this position, you say you want it?"

"Yes, I said yes. ”

"Why?"

"Just because I'm a god of machines. ”

He walked up to Kanter, looked him in the eye, and said, "You should know that no one can take what the mechanical god wants. ”

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......

In a tourist hotel in Italy, a drunken man sat up, and his mobile phone trembled violently as if it had been drugged.

It's not dawn yet, and I don't know why the family has to contact me now.

He put on his beach pants, walked to the balcony shirtless, and pulled the quilt over to cover the naked woman on the bed, and then connected to the video communication from the family.

The younger brother on the other end of the screen had a terrifying gloomy face.

"Hey, Krufa, why did you suddenly remember to contact me?"

The younger brother's face was still gloomy, and he said, "Quentin, what are you doing?"

What are you doing? You see I'm living topless in a hotel, and I can't guess it? Do you have to show you the ketones of women in bed?

Krufa waved his hand with a headache and said, "Forget it, I don't want to know what you're doing, but your position as an envoy is gone." ”

Gone?

Quentin almost dropped the phone in his hand to the ground, and roared, "No? How is it possible? Who would dare to steal this position from my Camion family?"

"It's the Han family. ”

The Han family?

Chinese Hanjia?

Isn't that just one person...... No, plus his gifted son should be two people.

Two people dare to face the surname Camian?

Do you really think of them as the ancient Han family?

As if he knew his brother's thoughts, Crufa hurriedly added, "Don't come nonsense! ”

"Give up?

"It's just that the family hasn't studied the extinction yet. ”

Quentin said with some annoyance: "Why can't those fools from the family research institute solve that problem for so long?" ”

Krufa frowned, all the researchers in the family research institute were hand-picked by him, and Quentin scolding those people for being stupid was no different from directly calling him a fool.

But he could only sigh and dare not refute.

Outsiders say Quentin is half-dead, but he knows it's fake.

His brother is still strong.

And it's going to get stronger and stronger.

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Conversations similar to those of the Camian brothers are taking place in many places at the same time.

But the conclusion is one.

That's giving up.