This thing, I can't say, it's something that can simulate thunder and lightning anyway, and it doesn't have a name, but it's a bit similar to the sniper ship of the civilization led by the divine light, but the device is still different.

"Can this be fun?" Simmonley was a little curious, but also very skeptical, "I feel like this thing is a waste of wood, how to play with it." ”

"Don't touch it! That's a strong voltage current, I'm just idle, get this one thing, see if I can simulate thunder and lightning, in addition, it feels like it hasn't rained for a few days, try some artificial rain. Sixin didn't know the consequences of doing this, but he was curious and wanted to just play.

"You're also idle and have nothing to do, you can do whatever you want, I'm going to sleep." Simmonley wasn't interested in any of that, and he didn't know what Sixin was doing.

"It's better not to rain, I don't really like the rain, it's hard to get wet." Akafla still thinks that the sunny day is good, and it seems that the weather is good when the weather is good.

Sixin began to prepare, wanting to see if it could be hit in a natural situation, everything was ready, it was now more than 9 o'clock in the morning, and the weather was very fine.

"Really, what is the Lord afraid of, if I were to kill him with a fist, from now on, you don't have to call me that, it really is." Mirgal is punching sandbags.

"Oh, you better forget it, don't complain if it's okay." Charliye was going to go out for a walk, and today's weather was perfect for drying the quilt, and Izo was already busy.

"That guy is still the same as before, really." Mirgal sighed helplessly, Schenfit is studying paper-cutting, this was learned from Yixian in Donghuang yesterday, and now Sampfit is still in contact.

"Comrade Anlan? What are you doing? What's the use of doing this? Cill came back from outside, and as soon as he entered, he saw Sffitt cutting paper, and the coffee table was covered in scraps of paper.

"Are you going to be a shredder?" Cyll was very curious to see what Sufffit was up to.

"Yanghe? But I'm still very unaccustomed to calling you that, where have you been? Schampit stopped the scissors and asked Ciel.

Cill replied very dryly: "Take out the garbage." You can call me whatever you like, but don't give me any other nicknames. ”

Yanghe, Anlan, can be used as a nickname and nickname, but it can also be called together.

"Well, well, where did the Lawgiver go? I didn't see it after breakfast. Siffit opened the paper in his hand, and Sampfit cut a window grille out of red paper, but it didn't feel very good-looking, and it always felt strange.

"Oh, he, go to Chongying, Chongying is going to slaughter the cow today, maybe he will go to the cow for revenge, you can just treat him as if he was going to slaughter the cow." Ciel looked at the window grille in Schamphit's hand, and it felt a lot like pitcher plants, but Ciel didn't say it.

Schenfit himself didn't think it looked good, so he directly rubbed it and threw it away, "Kill the cow?" I thought he was going to be some kind of matador. ”

"Doesn't it see? It is said that the cattle of Shigezakura are all beef cattle, specially raised for meat eating, bullfighting, and it seems to be a short-tempered bull, right? It is said that there are also buffalo scalpers and the like. Cill looked at the table and placed a tall basket.

"What is this?" Ciel opened it with some curiosity, I don't know what kind of snack it was, and it looked like it was something to eat.

"The sour jujube cakes and cake balls sent by Donghuang are going to tire them to death by beating rice cakes yesterday. My arm hurts now. Schenfit sat cross-legged on the couch and still had some back pain and arm pain.

Ciel opened the basket and found that there were several places in this basket, "This is the sour date cake?" "Sil opened it layer by layer, and there were a total of 9 layers of color, cut into diamond shapes, which looked like cake balls.

"Well, that one is a sour jujube cake, the sour jujube is still wild, the 9-layer color is called the 9-layer skin of the rice high, and what is the roasted wheat, the jujube paste cake, that is the small square cake, and the others are all boat points. It's all stuffy. Samphitt remembered that Lord Wu would do this too.

Sir looked at these very delicate pastries, one of the dim sum, made into the shape of a koi, the shape is vivid, lifelike, very realistic.

"Okay, no matter if it's delicious or not, it looks good in terms of taste, at least if you win, Wujue will do this, but I don't like lotus seed very much, I prefer fruity mint." Sill made a pot of tea, grabbed a book, and began to kill time.

At this moment, the lawyer, with a knife, is facing a beef cow.

"Hey! Can you do it? This cow is for worshipping the gods, forget it, let's come when we come, don't offend the gods again. "Huang has always felt that the lawgiver is not very reliable.

While present, less than 6 meters away from the lawyer, the mastiff was cutting something with a chainsaw, using a saw disc to cut a plank, and after the thing was put down, the mastiff left for a while.

The lawgiver didn't know what was going on, but with a bang, the chainsaw began to work, startling the lawyer, as if because of a malfunction, the saw disc flew out towards the lawyer, and the lawgiver blocked it casually, and the saw plate scratched the lawyer, if it wasn't blocked in time, then the saw plate might hit the lawyer's head directly.

At this moment, there was no one else around, and the lawgiver was a little scared, and at this moment, the words that Huang had said began to echo in the ears of the lawmaker:

As long as it is a person who does not respect the bull god, it will offend the resentful spirit, and the bull god will punish those who are most directly disrespectful, and it may be fatal.

The lawgiver was a little panicked, and shouted at Huang: "I have something to do first, you can do whatever you want." "Actually, it's just because of the chainsaw's own problems.

When the lawyer went back, Sixin was engaged in his own experiments, and Sixin didn't design too high a strategy for safety, just played casually.

There was a sound in the sky, very dull, but it was still different from the real thunder.

"Did it thunder?" Charliye looked at the sky, the sun was very bright and dazzling, and it didn't look like it was going to rain, it was the middle of January, and it didn't feel cold at all.

In fact, the weather has already begun to become abnormal, and even if the sirens do not interfere, the deterioration of the weather has already begun, and this result is inevitable.

With a click, it seemed that it was indeed thunder, and a tree in the port area was hit, and the branches were broken, and the power was not as great as in nature.

"Huh? Did it thunder? It's not thunderstorm season, is it? "Cleveland doesn't feel like there will be strong convective weather such as thunderstorms at this time, especially since the weather is very sunny and sunny now.

In fact, this is a ghost made by Sixin.

"Oh, thunder? Is it not yesterday that we did not respect your Lord and used it, and your Lord struck me with thunder? "Charlier was very unconvinced,

"I don't know who will split first?" Mirgal felt that it didn't matter, anyway, it was definitely not himself who split first, the thunder shook the sky, the dark clouds also came up, and the wind blew, as if it was about to rain.

Richelieu had just come out of the church and walked near the fountain when he was struck by an artificial lightning strike from Sixin, and Richelieu instantly felt dizzy.

This time, he was met with Mirgal's crazy ridicule: "Hahaha! Why did you hack you first! It seems that you have sinned against the Lord too. So. ”

Charliye couldn't help it: "Forget it, don't say it, I'm going to laugh, it's really, it turns out that the sky is thundering, hahaha." ”

Richelieu stood up from the ground, feeling uncomfortable, as if he had been electrocuted, but whether he was struck by lightning or not, Richelieu himself did not know, but he did not feel very comfortable, and his body had a little muscle spasm.

At this time, the dark clouds were already covering the sky, and the sky was becoming dark and dreary, and it was going to rain, and Ezo immediately began to try to collect the clothes, and the Svanfit in the house had already turned on the light.

A bolt of lightning tore through the dim sky, and this time it was really thundering and raining.

"Don't stand under a tree, beware of being struck by lightning." Richelieu felt fine, just a slight electric shock, and this meeting was much better.

"Thunderbolt? Didn't I hack you first? Mirgal hadn't reacted yet, but the thunder was getting faster and faster, and there was a thunderclap, and Mirgal was really struck by lightning.

"What's going on?" Charlier sensed that Mirgal was not in the right state.

"Do you know Sigmund, the god of thundering war? You'll know if you're hit by him. "Mirgal is a little out of his way.

"Thundering God of War? Sigmund? Richelieu asked curiously.

Richelieu went over and pulled Mirgal up with a hand.

"Oh, this, Sigmund, Twilight, Izang is the most powerful person among us, but it can't be counted as Wujue, who has destroyed a lot of civilizations, so he is hated." Mirgal felt dizzy.

Hood was just returning from patrol when he heard this sentence, "If you are hit by Sigmund's cannonball, you will indeed feel paralyzed, but it will not be able to catch up with a slight electrocution." ”

To say this, Julio Caesar was really deeply touched, but he only did not say for the sake of face, "No Lord? Is the combat effectiveness off the charts? More powerful than your Big Three? ”

"Yes, Wujue has experienced the barbaric era of the Sirens, that is, the entrepreneurial period of the Sirens, and we don't have access to the information before that." Mirgal moved his arm.

"So, the sirens are very important to Wujue, and it turns out that this is why." Hood was half-convinced, not very convinced.

It started to rain, and Sixin's experiments stopped, only because of Sigmund's complaints.

"Good! Don't play anymore! "Sixin ended the experiment, it was raining anyway, but it was only true and fake, and I didn't know, it was thunder and rain anyway.

"It's raining again!" Aishar opened the window, and it was indeed raining.

Salgot took a basin and took a little rainwater, but he had nothing to do anyway, so he went to test it to see what was inside.

Aishar dragged his head and looked at Sarget, who was somewhat similar to Anbeiluo, "Do you want the rain to exist in the coming year?" In Donghuang's words, this is the rain trickling of the old year? ”

"Cut! I still have rootless water, what is rootless water? "Sigmund doesn't know what this is.

"Wouldn't it be nice if it was rain anyway? You two, speaking of Aishar, you seem to be very unhappy, and you can't deceive people if you're unhappy. Akafla came with a glass of water.

Simmonley was rummaging through things, and went back to a videotape from the last show.

Aishar smiled when he saw it: "Don't let me see this. ”

"What's wrong?" Akafla also smiled, "Isn't that quite girly?" ”

"Cut, but I have at least 9 roles, when the queen was a princess, that big feather, very uncomfortable, in fact, I think, I'm not very suitable, pretending to be tender is not suitable for me, I'm old." Aishar sighed.

"Is your heart old? So why don't we go play it now and look for excitement? "Akafla knows that Aishar is actually a leader in swordsmanship, but more often, he is either buried, or Aishar doesn't want to move at all, and Aishaar's method of controlling mass production is similar to that of Wujue.

They all get permission from the sirens, and they all rely on brain waves to control.

"I know all about your powerful methods." Akafla was just talking casually, with a teacup in his hand, and he didn't look like he was going to fight.

"Humph! Awesome means? Although I know that you can predict the direction in advance, I will not lose to you, and since you said it, let's start now. The smile on Aishaal's face disappeared in an instant.

He raised his fist and struck at Akafleur, who immediately reached out to block.

"That's what you said? Are you old? "Akafla couldn't do it now, because it was so sudden, and Akafla was drinking tea very intently, and he didn't even notice it.

"Huh? What do you mean? Forget it, I still don't like to give fists to my own people. Aishar withdrew his fist, a smile on his face again.

It's starting to rain now.

"Huh? What are you guys talking about? Time to eat. Simonelly cooked something to eat, and it seemed that there was nothing left to do now but eat, drink, and be merry.

This kind of life has been going on for several days, and it's a bit boring, at least that's how Simmondley feels, in addition to playing games these days, he is changing his tricks to cook and kill time.

The night was spreading, and the people knew nothing, who was shouting, and no one knew it, it seemed that it was still so jubilant that the long night should have been broken.

The rain is falling slowly, it has turned into a storm, and now the combat effectiveness has decreased sharply, and the rainy night represents uneasiness, represents danger, and it seems that this night is also extra careful.

"This night, I don't know if it's quiet anymore." Bismarck was a little worried, at this time, the possibility of a storm was still very small, and the rain hit the windows.

"Is this so? Would this be better? "Wales very humbly asked for advice from Ciel.

"What do you want to do?" Cill wondered what Wales wanted to do.

"In that case? Do you think it's going to be handsome? Not really. Cill smiled, Ceyl's face looked more round and delicate, but also did not lack a tough backbone, or fan-shaped double eyelids, that is, the color of the hair, Wales felt like a dark green feeling, always felt strange.

"Why?" Wales didn't know what Cill was talking about.

"You'd better figure it out for yourself, if you suggest, it's more appropriate to look in the mirror." Cill had made it obvious that Wales had really picked up the mirror and looked at it.

The lawgiver shouted, "Master! She came to her senses! ”

"You can't do this eye makeup, it's better to draw a panda for you." Cill couldn't help but laugh.

Wales was also helpless, "It seems that fake wine is real." "Wales saw Cyr drink two bottles of vodka today.

"Nonsense, people's wine is not fake! I may have drunk your royal fake black tea, and I will draw it for you, so as to ensure that this is handsome. Cill wiped his hands and cleaned up Wales' eye makeup.

"What's the difference between a masquerade and a masquerade? Wouldn't it be okay for you to just bring a mask? Why all the trouble? "Schenfit doesn't really understand.

Cill is very patient in applying eye makeup to Wales,

"I thought you were going crazy after drinking a little wine." Wales had always thought that Cill was drunk from two bottles of wine.

"Isn't it just two bottles of vodka? What's the big deal? It's like I can't drink it, it's just that I drink too much water, and it's a little uncomfortable, and I want to get drunk at this point, think too much. "Cill has already got it done.

"It's big-eyed, but it feels weird. I don't think big eyes are necessarily good-looking, and I don't have the energy to go up, so it's good to draw my eyebrows again. "I feel that this eye makeup doesn't match the Welsh eyebrow shape very well, and it feels weird.

Cill nodded, and began to thrush again, for a total of half an hour. It's been changed and the job is done.

"I don't want to go to a masquerade, so naturally, don't call me either." Sampfit has made it clear that he will not be attending this masquerade.

"We can go and watch them dance, don't you want to?" The Lawgiver gave him a look.

Schenfit understood this meaning in a second, and immediately changed his words, "Forget it, I'll take a look, what I said just now may have been too radical, don't care." ”

At 8 o'clock that night, the masquerade party began, and Sampfit also ran away, the purpose of which was not to see the excitement.

As soon as I entered, I saw Gangut sitting at the counter, which was full of glasses and other fruits and wines.

"You're not a professional bartender." Sampfit began to talk.

Gangut began to entertain customers, "Oh, comrade! For us at the Northern Union, bartending may not be a must, so if you prefer, I'll make one for you. ”

"I think as long as you don't laugh, you can say anything." Cyr's mind reverberated with Gangut's wildest laughter.

"Haha. Gangut, don't bully people! Aurora pulled out some ice cubes, "If you're not used to drinking it, there are others." ”