Leaving the second world, Sikong exhaled a breath of turbidity. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pushing open the carved window, a sycamore branch stole a trace of warmth, slid down from the glazed tiles, and fell in front of Sikong's eyes.

The green leaves warm people's eyes, and Sikong's eyes gradually improved, and he vaguely saw a touch of green.

It seems that the after-effects of the overloaded Eye of Origin are gradually disappearing, and the sky is gradually appearing in the distance, with mountains and cloudless skies.

It stands to reason that due to the mirror principle of the second world, all the injuries left in the second world will be healed after returning to reality.

However, the Eye of Origin is not among them.

In his mind, he was still instilling the scientific knowledge he had purchased, majestic and mixed, but with a spiritual domain value of up to 6 points, he gradually received it without pressure.

The books purchased by Sikong include almost all the natural sciences: mathematics, physics, life sciences, astronomy and astrophysics, chemistry, space science......

If Sikong wants to subvert the imperial civilization, he needs to penetrate into his interior, with its light, and with its dust.

Naturally, this scientific knowledge is one of the necessary conditions.

Although, what Sikong bought were some primary and secondary school books, and there was even a copy of "Kindergarten Silicon-based Life Comic Strip".

Shaking his head, dispelling the strange mood in his heart, Sikong looked at the star card in his waist bag and smiled bitterly.

I thought that after killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, the 100,000 purple micro coins obtained would solve the urgent need, but I didn't expect that just by entering the second world, the bank would really only have the balance left.

In the fourth gathering star, there were still more than 100,000 purple micro coins left to heal injuries, take interstellar flights, buy martial arts and textbooks, and there were less than 10,000 left.

To be precise, there are only 9,800 purple micro coins left.

Money is really coming and going fast.

Shaking his head, holding a large bag of sharp and angular mechanical parts, Sikong digested the information in his mind and went downstairs.

Strangely, there was no one in the house, and Scar and Twilight Core were supposed to go to the Fourth Gathering Star and didn't return, but even the chatterbox and the others didn't know where they went, leaving an empty courtyard.

Only in the courtyard, the young birds on the plane tree are still chirping and waiting to be fed.

Sikong's afterglow glanced at the daily necessities of Scar and others, which were still in place, without any traces of clutter, and the family smart housekeeper was running safely, it should not be the East Window incident, but just a normal outing.

Sikong was happy to be quiet, and he didn't pay attention to it, so he sat under the plane tree and fiddled with the cold mechanical parts.

On Du Hengxing, Sikong self-taught the 'black hole principle' and 'mechanical assembly', although he has a lot of experience, but after all, it is not a systematic knowledge, the general direction is correct, but the details cannot withstand scrutiny.

At this time, compare the knowledge in your mind, and gradually fill in some loopholes.

And those knowledge about the vast starry sky made Sikong even more fascinated, and for a while, he forgot about things and immersed himself in natural science.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sound of opening the door, and with the prompt of the smart housekeeper, the chatterbox, Yin San, and the shuttle walked into the courtyard.

"Oh, good guy, this month's cherry blossom festival is really good, the flowers are beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful!"

The chatter looked jubilant, his eyes were remembrative, and he recalled the moon cherry blossoms all over the mountains.

Perhaps, under the cherry tree of the moon, there is also his girl holding an oil-paper umbrella.

And on his messy hair, which he hadn't washed for a long time, there was a flower branch pinned to it, and the flowers were pink and daisy, which he used as a hairpin.

The chatter was full of smiles, and even more with a sense of spring, so that the shuttle head and Yin San beside him consciously kept their distance from him.

"Hey, Sikong, what are you doing here?"

Sikong carried the door with his back and sat under the plane tree, chanting words in his mouth, and his subordinates were even more unstable for a moment.

Fingers are staggering, sometimes pinching a micron screwdriver, sometimes pinching the mica sheet and inserting it into the capacitor plate.

As the chatter approached, he saw that Sikong's movements seemed to have reached the last step, and his right hand turning the screwdriver gradually stopped, and then, Sikong slowly connected the two power cables.

"Hey, bro, what are you messing with?" Confused, he patted Sikong on the shoulder.

"Bump!"

Due to his interruption, the power cord was connected incorrectly, and in an instant, the small generator assembled by Sikong turned positive and negative, and exploded immediately!

"Twitter......twitter"

Frightened, the frightened bird fluttered and flew up, hovering over the courtyard in a panic.

The plane tree shook violently due to the explosion, shaking off all the leaves, and a young bird fell straight down.

Sikong subconsciously caught the young bird, and then came back to his senses.

Looking back, he looked at the black dust, as if he had come back from mining, and he was looking at himself with a dull face.

"Big Brother ......"

As he spoke, a green smoke rose from his mouth, as if to make an artistic rendering of his explosive head, and the black branch made his outfit look a little out of the times.

"Oh, it's back......"

Sikong nodded, his eyes a little hollow, and casually handed the chirping chick to the chatterbox, and then found the screwdriver that had been blown directly to the outside of the fence and the mechanical parts scattered in the courtyard.

Wiping the dust off his face and shaking off his ragged clothes, he suddenly saw a tattered and mottled mechanical watch on his wrist, and even a strap was missing.

was stared at by Sikong's fiery gaze, and the words were like a man's back, and he took off his watch one after another: "A bargain of dozens of yuan, I have used it for a few years, and it is even more slower than fifteen seconds, and I will give it to you......"

Sikong took it easily, sat down, buried his head, and continued to tinker.

The chatter and the shuttle Yin Sansan and the others looked at each other, and for a while, they didn't dare to disturb Sikong.

Chatter smiled reluctantly, put the young bird back into the nest, removed the branch of the moon cherry tree that had been blown beyond recognition, and walked back to the house with light steps.

As the sun shifts westward, the sky is dark, and the two satellites, one yellow and one white, show their outlines, and the blue and white light like water is sprinkled down, like a thin veil, bringing the silence of the night to this small courtyard.

Scar and Twilight returned in the afternoon, some dirt between their fingers, and a trace of corrosion from the violently corrosive chemicals on Scar's arm.

Scar naturally saw Sikong, his eyes were calm, and he walked directly back to the house.

However, Twilight stopped and stared at Sikong for a long time, and the green symbols of the new system overlapped in his eyes, as if he was analyzing Sikong's intentions.

The light hung low, the candle flame was ethereal, and the vision gradually dimmed.

Picking up the half-formed anti-gravity control device, Sikong grabbed all the mechanical parts and entered the house with empty eyes.

On the table in the house, there are four dishes and one soup, all of which are from the hands of Yin San.

Yin San's craftsmanship is obviously good, even if it is an ordinary raw material, it also makes a little taste, steaming first and then stir-frying, digging out most of the sweetness in the rice, the fragrance of celery, and the chewiness of porcupine.

Sikong sat down, mechanically picked up the chopsticks, buried his head, and shaved the rice one bite at a time, his teeth loosened and tightened, and his throat went up and down.

His eyes were blank and his face was dull.

"This ......"

The chatter looked at Scar and the others, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

But I saw that even Sikong's chopsticks were reversed.

Scar shook his head, but didn't say much.

This meal was eaten very quietly.

"Sikong, you don't have any rice in your bowl, you've already finished eating it......"

The chatter cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and saw that Sikong was still holding the chopsticks, planing the empty bowls, and clanging.

Sikong threw down his chopsticks, got up, and walked upstairs slowly.

"Twilight, tell me, what's wrong with him?" Looking at Sikong's back, he scratched his scalp and was very puzzled.

Twilight Xin had a cold face, and said without saltiness: "He loves to learn......"