It turned out that the memory was really much more vivid and clear, Wu Xiaoyu thought, he had noticed this in the afternoon, but it was more certain at this time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Thinking through this section, Wu Xiaoyu also guessed the small number of bird words that had no impression at all, and they should be professional terms that he had never been exposed to before. No matter how good the memory is, it is impossible to create something out of nothing.

Wu Xiaoyu kept reminding himself in his heart that what he encountered was probably an unprecedented encounter in the world, and he would be different from now on, and he would have to be more careful when dealing with anything in the future, encountering anyone.

But how to be more careful, Wu Xiaoyu looked at the web page randomly, while playing a drum in his heart, and he couldn't sort out his thoughts for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

He can only affirm the existence of the one inside the body, and he cannot neglect it, let alone violate it. After thinking about it, I still return to my original thoughts, only listen to 1A7489, take one step and look at one step at a time. Anyway, now it seems that it is not a bad thing to be able to memorize bird language, but it is a pity that I can't master the words I haven't seen.

Thinking like this, he felt a little relieved in his heart, faintly proud, and faintly disappointed. But then I felt a pang in my heart: just to improve my memory and remember what I had learned before, I was tortured so badly. If you are still delusional and want to get knowledge that you have not learned, who knows what price you will have to pay?

Wu Xiaoyu thought of this, and 1A7489 sneered twice in his mind: "To learn or not to learn, is it up to you to decide?" ”

Wu Xiaoyu was startled, and couldn't help but tense, and after a while, nothing terrible happened, but 1A7489 stopped making a sound. He quickly gathered his mind and stared at the location of the page where 1A7489 had asked to stop.

The bird language text typography on the page is professional,In the middle of the browser is a general introduction to a magazine,The top is naturally the name of the science fiction magazine,The red font,Slightly larger than the text around it,Wu Xiaoyu knows these two words,"Supernatural Legends",Below is the price and the number of pages,Marked in black font,158 pages,Converted into the currency of his location is not cheap。

He went all the way down, and it roughly read: Dark Fantasy Fiction Magazine, founded in 1923; Twenty-four issues a year, by ...... Responsible for editing.

Seeing this, there were a few words in the middle that he didn't recognize, Wu Xiaoyu raised his head and blinked, guessing that it should be the names of several editors. He skipped these sentences, and he had already seen that at the end, there was a magazine URL, a submission mailbox, and a deadline.

Wu Xiaoyu's heart moved, and there were still a few rows of small characters at the back, so he didn't have the heart to look at it again.

Could it be that he wants to ......?

"Parasite, it's not me who wants to contribute, it's you who want to contribute."

"Why do you want to contribute to a science fiction magazine?" Wu Xiaoyu blurted out, although he vaguely guessed, he was still surprised, but the surprise at this time was less than when he pricked his palm and ate pork.

"Stupid monkey, of course submit for publication."

Wu Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, I asked the wrong question." He couldn't guess the purpose of 1A7489's coming to Earth, but he definitely didn't come to spread science fiction culture, but 1A7489 didn't say it himself, and he didn't dare to ask again.

1A7489 continued in his mind: "Submissions are naturally for publication, and publication is naturally for manuscript fees. Is there a need to ask such a simple logical relationship? You monkeys like nothing more than to conjure up a simple thing with boundless conspiracies, and then apply them to many complex consequences without any basis. What good is this done in addition to wasting time? ”

Wu Xiaoyu had nothing to say, so he had to respond again: "Yes." ”

After answering this, he thought along the lines of 1A7489, and found that things were really much clearer, and he couldn't help but think: the submission is for publication, and there will be a manuscript fee after publication, and the place where you need money at present is to open a store to buy meat. And then...... And then......

The experience of the afternoon flashed through his mind, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head slightly, and thought in his heart: it takes time to take out a loan, and the deposit in the card is not enough to consume meat, so he wants to make money in a new way.

Thinking of the price of the magazine he just saw and the deadline, Wu Xiaoyu was even more sure that he was not wrong: the reason why he submitted his manuscript abroad was because European and American countries had developed economies, and the manuscript fee must be higher, and the reason why he submitted this manuscript was because the deadline was approaching, and the manuscript fee payment was more timely.

But is it so easy to submit such a thing? Where would I write science fiction...... If this happened before asking for a loan in the afternoon, Wu Xiaoyu would definitely not have held out hope, but now he was half-convinced, and he couldn't guess the reason, he just felt that since this kind of thing happened to the ghost upper body loan, then everything else was naturally possible.

He sat in his chair and thought about it, and 1A7489 didn't make a sound, didn't let him click on a new page, and didn't have a new command.

It wasn't until Wu Xiaoyu thought of this that he said again in Wu Xiaoyu's mind: "Although you can't stay up for two or three hours to write an eight-hundred-word essay for elementary school students...... ---- Speaking of this, Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but blush---- but 1A7489's next words made his eyes widen and he didn't know why, "...... But writing science fiction can rest assured that it won't be so laborious. ”

Wu Xiaoyu was very surprised, and he was afraid that the number of surprises was too much.

Of course, as the current Wu Xiaoyu, the future consul, he could not be the most surprised person.

……

Lindbair/Waldcher stop in front of goal.

Being alone, this made him very relaxed and a little uncomfortable.

For hundreds of years, he was surrounded by a crowd of people, not only the elite guards of at least two hundred or more, but also the most sophisticated weapons in their hands that were ready to shoot.

Whether he liked it or not, he was used to it.

But here, he can relax.

In one of the safest places in the world, it would not be easy for those bedbugs to ---- "cut off him, an important member of the group with Wu Xiaoyu as the core of evil", ----.

Even if they give the bugs ten years, they won't be able to piece together the price of breaking through even the first layer of defense.

Above the two closed doors, where the gaps were invisible, a small instrument emitted a faint blue light covering his body, and beside him, some of the light reflected off the smooth floor and the top, enveloping the part of his back entirely.

The blue light flowed like silk, without any impurities, and there was not the slightest dust here.

Lindbyer knew that this was already the last line of validation.

He looked up, at the small instrument, and then at the nameplate of the "Reorganized Growth Chamber", his eyes long and deep.

Before he knew it, his head was raised higher and higher.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the immaculate white ceiling, through the rigorous laboratory, and through the layers of underground rock above the laboratory.

His gaze rushed to the surface, interspersed and circled through the dense building complex, circled around the heavily defended seventh base ----New Jinling City----, and then soared up along the energy protection ring, flying through the atmosphere of the mysterious Mars, the third home of mankind.

His gaze overlooked the crimson planet that had existed forever in the minds of the earthlings in the sky, for a long time, deeply.

Then, his gaze turned to the deeper, distant nebula.

In the faint light of the twinkling stars, in the void, the past emerged one by one. He knew that if he took one more step, the past would be forgotten one by one, slowly but unstoppably.

But the day he remembered the most, he thought he would never forget.

When hell freezes over.

Although the end of one's life is already far away, with almost no end in sight, one who is about to become a "human-like" being, except for the infinite life itself, the word eternity is close to ridiculous.

But he still felt that he would never forget that day.

"Beep", the small instrument above chirped softly, and the door of the growth chamber silently unfolded to both sides.

Linde Baier stepped forward, full of emotion.

This voice, this scene, is like that day that will never be forgotten.

The day I first came into contact with an adult.

Even if it happened hundreds of years ago.