Momo stood in the doorway, waiting for the sunrise.

He didn't wait long, and soon the mountains in the east showed a touch of fish belly white. Many of the overseers in the Luodao stronghold left their straw-filled bunks, yawned, carried wooden sticks, and got up to get up and went into the straw hut where the slaves were staying. After exhaling his breath, he smashed the household belongings in his hand to the ground.

For a sleeping woman, the sound of a loud crash close to her head was like the sky falling apart. The methods are crude, but they are absolutely efficient. After waking all the slaves up, the man waved his hand impatiently and drove them to line up to wash and pray.

The stronghold on Luodao is not actually called Luodao stronghold, its official name is North No. 7 Gathering Field, which is under the jurisdiction of the Northern Fortress. And Luo Island is not named because it is rich in snails or shaped like snails, it is rumored that a certain person with the word snail in his name has spent the night here, so there is such an allusion.

In fact, not only does the island of snails not produce snails, but the entire arena does not produce snails. And not only snails, but also the entire gastropods, the entire molluscs, and even the entire animal kingdom except humans, evolved organisms whose digestive systems can move freely in this parallel world are completely absent.

Despite the modifications, they and they can no longer be counted as heterotrophic organisms.

There was a dream in the room, and Rou Yi was still asleep. After a night of trembling, the poor girl was tired enough. Just let her rest more, Momo thought to himself.

You're so gentle with your enemies.

Momo sighed. The nasty voice came out of his head again, disturbing his good mood. Day after day, endlessly. Why can't you just disappear?

Because I am the stone in the darkest corner of your heart, I am the shred of reason that you will not be swayed by feelings, I am you.

Momo walked away, desperately needing to do something to distract himself from the chatter of his alter self.

You know she's an enemy, you can't fool yourself anymore, how long have you been together? Five days? Six days? Has she ever confided her secret to you? Your brother has long told you what to do, and you know they are right.

But she likes me, she loves me.

Yes, but do you love her? Love and pity are branches that grow from the tree of feelings, are you sure you can distinguish them?

Can't tell the difference? What if I pity her?

Pity the enemy is a betrayal of one's own people, and love for the enemy is even more so.

She can't be an enemy, she doesn't have a chance to carry out her mission, and I'll keep an eye on her.

Oh? Is it? Are you sure? How do you know she doesn't stand a chance? How do you know you can keep an eye on her? How do you know she's not on a mission here and now?

Momo stopped his steps, and an impulse forced him to turn around.

Go and see, the voice in his head said, go and see what she's doing now, she's sure she won't expect you to come back, it will catch her off guard.

The corners of Momo's mouth twitched a few times, "Nonsense! He shouted, then angrily turned again and walked down the cobblestone path.

The men and women who had participated in the prayer had been assembled. The original single-level priest in the Luodao stronghold was good, but he was lazy. Since Mo Mo, who was one level higher than him, came here to avoid the limelight, he didn't say a word, and happily gave up the position of host.

The content of the prayer is all cliché. It is nothing more than that we have sinned so much that we were taken away from the mortal world by the Lord God to be punished, and we willingly redeem our souls here, hoping that one day we will be accepted by the Lord God and step into the Promised Land, merge with God, become a part of the divinity, and become an eternal being, Brablabla.

After the daily ritual, more than 100 people in the base divided into several groups and began a new day's work. Because of the heavy task this time, men who usually do not produce also participate in the labor.

"By the way, you're also a second-order priest, the captain of the dignified guard regiment......"

"It's the captain of the 10th team, in charge of logistics." Momo interrupted.

"What's wrong with logistics? Isn't that still a captain? As the captain, don't you stay in the stronghold and live happily, don't you feel like you're out of the woods with us? ”

"I have two soldiers under me now, where can I get my share?"

Mo Mo raised a stone shovel as he spoke, "If people are too idle, their minds will be confused, and when they are confused, they will have a lot of troubles." It's better to work more to enrich yourself, and you can also strengthen your body. ”

"Yes. You're so much better than ours. That kid, as long as he can lie down, he will never stand, and now he even pushes the prayer to you, and he is the shopkeeper every day, and he is very beautiful. ”

Meidi very? "Brother, where did you call from?"

"Two years of the Great Apocalypse," the footman shrugged, an expression he learned from the awakened of the twenty-first century. "Yulin military households."

"Oh," crossing into the arena to fight for survival, but escaping a bunch of natural and man-made disasters at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Momo has a hard time judging whether this is lucky or unlucky. "How did you get picked?"

"One day I was working in the fields, and Baihu called me to say that there was a landlord who had married someone and wanted to hire some people from the guard to take revenge, and asked me if I would like to get involved. At that time, I owed a lot of debts to hundreds of households, so I followed everyone without thinking about it, and the result was ...... That's where it is. ”

That landlord Lao Cai is actually a secret agent of the Time and Space Administration, and he has been eyeing you for a long time. Momo made up for what the footman didn't say. He patted the clay with a stone shovel, "This basket is ready, another basket." ”

The footman clasped his hands together, the full rattan basket disappeared, the empty rattan basket appeared, and the two continued to chatter with each other.

"To put it bluntly, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to be here." What he said was not in vain, a typical problem common to the awakened, "There is no cold winter, no epidemic, no robbers, no officials who collect taxes indiscriminately, and there are not even blood-sucking bedbugs." Don't worry about food or clothing all day long, bask in the sun and drink some water to grow fat. ”

It's really not worrying about wearing it, Momo thought to himself as he looked at his naked feet. His root of life hung between his legs, swaying from side to side with the movement of shoveling.

"Besides, there's still ...... here,"

He had barely finished his sentence when a whistle sounded, and the priest, who had been very beautiful every day, reminded them that it was time to rest.

“…… The big girl," the footman threw away the stone shovel and climbed out of the clay pit two or three times, "as long as you hold on, you can think about the problem of wood as much as you want." He reached out and pulled Momo up.

Many men and women held hands and went into the nearby woods, while many more did not shy away from the presence of bystanders, rolling into gourds on the spot.

"Hey! Acacia flowers! This way! My Xiao is itching again! Come and blow it for me! The footman yelled, and he smiled at Momo, "Priest, don't stay here. Life is too short, hurry up and enjoy your little beauty, we have a lot of people thinking about her. ”

The so-called Remembering Momo is not afraid, the commander of the garrison regiment of the northern fortress has worked as an errand for the coach with him, and his friendship is not shallow. Besides, he himself was the highest-ranking person in the stronghold, and with the restrictions set by the Lord God, no one could touch his property, his slaves.

But the impulse of the morning returned, and he desperately wanted to see Rouyi, to see what she was doing at the moment.

At the moment, she is doing arrows, alone.

Soft wattle with water and mud, mixed with some black powder from time to time. This powder is milled from plants that have been modified by the main god, which can increase the hardness of the ceramic when firing. She quickly made a big lump of it, and then patiently pinched it into small pieces with sharp angles.

If people are too idle, their minds will be wild. Momo coughed slightly ashamedly.

The woman turned, "You're back, master." ”

Her smile reminded him of Demi Moore, a famous actor from his past life. "Why are you the only one in the workshop? What about the others? ”

"They've all gone to rest with men, do you want to rest too? Master. ”

You know she's the enemy.

Fuck off! Momo scolded at the nasty voice in his heart.

"Yes," he smiled at the woman. Looking at her mud-stained hands, Momo suddenly had an idea.

"There's still plenty of time, so let's play a game before that."

"What game? Master. ”

"Romantic game," he said, hugging her into his arms, "let's make a clay vase together." ”