After listening to He Youde's report, Wu Han ordered him to lead the way to the morgue of the medical ship.

"Zheng Xuan is meticulous, and there are high-ranking people under him who cover up loopholes, and he can only find out the common small problems in the accounts for a while, and there are no major problems. In the unmanned corridor, He Youde hunched his back to speak, with both the spirit of blind obedience and the function of leading the way: "On the contrary, Zhang Shuyu quickly showed his feet, and he came over to think about his sister." ”

Wu Han nodded, put on a cloak, walked into the morgue, and left He Youde outside.

In the morgue, the walls of drawers were plastered with corpse name tags. The gloomy wind blew up the white curtains, revealing a line of mortuary beds, with information cards hanging from their bare feet. The mottled walls are pasted with expired posters, and the smiling and agile idols on the posters are like looking at the hospital bed in front of them, bringing a ray of life to the morgue.

Wu Han walked to the poster and recognized Wu Yu's hospital bed. The cloak swept the ground, Wu Han moved to the head of the bed, his hand stretched out from the cloak, and the black gloves uncovered the white sheets, revealing the face of the corpse.

"I made you like this. Hoarse whispers echoed in the morgue, and the tumbling anger was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, quietly brewing: "Brother, I avenge you." ”

Patience was like Wu Han, and he made a sound of gritting his teeth. Soon, the black cloak quickly moved out of the room. With the snapping of the lock cylinder, the morgue returned to dead silence.

The idol on the poster smiled smartly, as if staring at the white curtain on the right, which was the direction Wu Han left.

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When Juna was sent to the expeditionary-class transport ship by her cousin, the younger sister came to see her off with affection and righteousness.

"You won't get any results. Lai Ziyi was stern in showing off her foresight.

"Is it glorious to be celibate?" said Hana. She would love to see Li Zi wrong once.

"Who said it would be for life!" Li Zi clenched his fists and argued, but could not find a rebuttal, so he had to slowly let go of his clenched hands.

"I think you're going to be alone for the rest of your life. With that, Hana got on board. The farewell ended in a friendly atmosphere.

Li Zi thought of someone, but she couldn't figure it out for herself. She flaunts perfection, but she is only timid in this matter.

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【Volume II】Invasion

"Invasion is like an unplanned pregnancy, only to regret it when you deal with it. - "Black Sun"

The presiding god of the Council of Gods is well aware of the troubles that come with an unplanned pregnancy, but they still use their intelligence to deal with the Faun incident: ignoring the negotiation terms proposed by the Faun, shouting the inviolability of the Federation's freedom, and then surround the Great Xia civilization ruled by the Faun with warships.

The Pantheon was beaten back half a century.

After the death of the Sun King Faun in battle, after a hundred years of washing, reason shines like gold in the gravel, again. Everyone gradually discovered that the gate lords of the Federation basically have an arms business, so the Federal President is a teddy dog, in addition to committing crimes is on the way to committing crimes, and being happy every day is the basic interest, the survival condition, and the natural mission. Even if it is interrupted by the Faun**, the Federation will be on the same day.

After deep reflection, everyone complained about the ruling party that provoked Mao Mushen, that is, the Liberal Party to which Wu was loyal. So Vice President Jiang Li came up with a good idea: Why not use the story of the Faun to disgust the Liberal Party? After all, citizens have the right to know that the Liberal Party is a bunch of stupid X. She was intoxicated by her intelligence and quickly planned to publish Black Sun.

The publication of "Black Sun" put forward a thought-provoking proposition: Who did the faun provoke by his demand for the abolition of private ownership of the sun in the fiefdom? Could it be the poor who have no access to the sun?

The popularity of the faun has grown by leaps and bounds. The spirit of seeking truth from facts made the presidential palace sweat with many lies, and the courage of the shepherd to adhere to the bottom line made the mercenary big media embarrassed. Everyone suddenly discovered that the god of faun, as a famous general of the God of War Temple, dared to smash the pantheon for the well-being of the ants, what kind of heroic optimism is this. Except for the children of the herdsman's family, I'm afraid there are no more such people.

Jiang Li found out that things were out of her control when it was too late. The people spontaneously established the "Rescue Organization for the Descendants of the Faun" and the "Sun King Protection Association", vowing to expose the evil deeds of the Temple of the God of War in slaughtering the heirs of the Shepherd and secretly cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots. People who did not want to be named said that the sun god Wenli, who killed all the children of the faun, was a top member of the Democratic Party.

Democrats' votes fell in response.

Jiang Li was dumbfounded. She was disciplined internally and removed from the list of candidates by the Democratic Party.

The Liberals were defeated, and the Democrats were smashed. The dead Faun may be the winner.

All the lessons from the past are hoarsely warning the Liberal and Democratic idiots that it is better not to start a car without brake pads, and not to start a stupid thing that is difficult to deal with in the first place.

However, even with the risk of unplanned pregnancy, the presiding god will still fight the bridesmaids in the fitting room of the wedding banquet without protection.

So, even though it was necessary to learn a lesson, the Temple of War happily invaded the 3 terrestrial planets of the M31 system.

But for the madrigal, the circle of high society is still out of reach. He saved some money from between his teeth, and flew to the Celestial Boat, the "high society" of the Yanxia tribe, to greet him with joy, and offered a whole blood deer as a tribute, and a large group of elderly priestesses pounced on him and hugged his leg armor, and wept bitterly and sang the praises of his merits. Pastoral Song seemed unmoved, but in fact he was pricking up his ears to listen, trying to learn the skills of the aunts' sycophants.

Although they did not have to work, these pious priests were not idle, and they painted many murals on the inner walls of the oracle pyramid in praise of the god of fauns, recording his exploits in repelling powerful enemies, clearing the land, and establishing the country. Madrigal was invited to see the priest carved a mural.

This is not the most surprising, the most amazing thing is that the sharp horns of the long hair that protrude from the long hair resonate faintly with the membrane of time and space as the priests concentrate on the creation. When I looked at the mural again, I saw that above these pious cultural imprints, there was a layer of streamer floating: it was like silkworm silk, soft and smooth, light and transparent. But when you stretch out your hand, it stretches infinitely and never tears, but wraps the hand of the pastoral like a murderous aquatic weed. Madrigal picked up the membrane, and it disappeared at some point, and when Pastoral suddenly came back to his senses, he found that the membrane had been absorbed by himself.

Madrigal remembers the principle of Shuna's use of vanishing: "Time and space are originally a membrane, and it is in the form of grains that form the source of our power: particles of light. ”

"Can't you see this membrane?" Madrigal saw the membrane floating out of the mural again, fluttering on the symbols, like smoke and veil, like a dream, like a dream, and so beautiful—the other priests turned a blind eye.

The priestesses of the "......" looked at each other, wondering what the "god of shepherds" was pointing to the air, a bit referring to the deer as a horse—"Is it a test of our loyalty?" the priestesses exchanged glances.

"Can't you see? Madrigal absorbs a little more film.

"That is our love for you, our esteemed god of shepherds. Please accept it. A girl with a crisp voice was in a hurry and answered the question perfectly. The matriarch took a breath of relief, glared at the restless young priestess, and screamed, "No need to investigate! You are the next patriarch!"

The girl's eyes lit up.