Hearing such a direct proposal, Xuanzang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Ah, no, it's still ......"

"It's okay, if you like other types, you can ask the population manager to check on the female members who have recently reached the danger period. And you don't need to raise the child after it is born, you don't want to admit it. ”

"Miss Cheyenne, I don't think you're bad...... Let's forget about it. Xuanzang touched his bald head in embarrassment, "Are you all so direct?" ”

Instead, Cheyenne looked at him suspiciously, and said, "It's strange, it's like this everywhere." Of course, the Courier has always been a loner, and it is not uncommon for him to be reluctant to leave offspring. ”

Well, it's me who is rare and weird. Xuanzang squeezed out a smile depressedly.

He actually didn't mind having a fight with Cheyenne, but it was a little ...... for the other party to say this It doesn't have to be very emotional, but at least it shouldn't be so purposeful and make him feel like a seeder.

It's obviously a pleasant thing, so it's very disappointing.

He is not an ascetic, when he was in the sky, he also had a few overflowing parties with that group of immortals, with the help of doppelgangers and modified organs, the gameplay is simply endless, and it is extremely absurd.

They are completely for the pleasure of feeling and are free from the instinct of biological reproduction, but later that form also made Xuanzang a little disgusted - it is just one or two games for the purpose of inquiry, what does it mean to play twice in three days.

The sanity that humans pride themselves on should not be overtaken by the instinct of hormones and gene transmission.

Cheyenne said again, "But you really don't think about it? It's okay to leave a certain amount of sperm, and I will apply for a special reward for you, and I will definitely be able to approve it. ”

Xuanzang shook his head resolutely. "I guess I'd better do some simple work, do you lack a repairman? I've been out there a lot, and I'm still quite good at repairing things. He said.

Cheyenne's gaze stayed on the coordination ability value column on the screen for a few seconds, and then nodded: "Then I'll take you to the chief engineer later, and he has to decide." ”

It seems that the initial affairs have been basically completed.

"I take the liberty of asking, Xuanzang." As she walked out of the room, Cheyenne couldn't help but say, "As a messenger, your luck is so low, how did you survive until now?" You can't be a fake, right? ”

"I think it's just that the machine can't measure ......."

"That's right, I think it's. For example, I'm lucky, the value is 7, and I've met with bad luck, and I don't know how to measure it. But it can't be helped, if you don't use it, the personnel management of the shelter is too laborious, and there is not so much energy to invest in it, S.P.E.C.I.A.L measurement is relatively safe, but it is not lost. ”

As he spoke, they had already walked to the wide main passage, Xuanzang visually inspected it, this passage can at least open three large cars side by side, and it should be no problem to squeeze four small ones, and this is only one main road.

There are not many underground works of this magnitude in the entire wasteland.

When I came here, I could already see many residents of the Chang'an Shelter, and they looked at Xuanzang's new face curiously.

At the end of the main passage, a long stone fence can be seen, and as you get closer, you can see that the fence is enclosed in a large circle, about twenty cars in diameter and as wide as twenty cars side by side.

Beneath this huge deep well, there is a faint fluorescence, and dozens of thick pipes wind out of it, leading in all directions.

"The Heart of Chang'an." "It is said that it is the fifth-generation technology of the old world, the fission type, which is responsible for 70% of the energy supply of the shelter. At present, only the manual monitoring method has been handed down, and no one knows its principle, which is mainly managed by the master control computer. ”

"Fifth-generation technology should be quite stable." Xuanzang looked at the reactor below, and only its shell could be seen here, and its shape was unexpectedly thin and light.

But no one is afraid of it, and fifth-generation technology is already within easy reach without worrying about radiation leakage.

"The overseer said the same thing, and he said that even if we all die, this thing will probably run for another hundred or two hundred years." Cheyenne sighed, "I just think it's ironic that the energy we rely on for survival is also the culprit of the apocalypse hundreds of years ago." ”

After a detour along the reactor, they made their way through the busy power generation room and resource recovery room into the bustling living quarters.

According to Cheyenne, the entire shelter is roughly distributed in a hexagonal shape around the reactor, with a population of about twelve thousand. The shelter has a full range of living facilities and a complete circulation system, and in the 400 years since it opened, it has undergone several renovations, and the resident population has increased by 50 percent compared to the original one.

When it was designed, many things were designed to allow the residents of the shelter to get used to living underground for a long time, and many things retained the shadow of the old world.

For example, the imitation alleys and streets, there are even signs on both sides of such and such ramen, such and such food, and such and such snacks. "But it's all canned and synthetic." Cheyenne said in disgust.

"What's going on over there?" Xuanzang noticed the crowd not far away and asked.

At the intersection of several streets, in a not-so-large clearing, people sat on the ground, their faces neatly facing a young man on a high central platform, their expressions changing with his subdued tone, as if they were fascinated.

"Oh, that, it's Master Shenfang lecturing."

Shenfang, Xuanzang said silently in his heart, he didn't expect to meet so soon. Speaking of which, you are also my brother who is not related by blood.

Xuanzang stopped and began to observe the other party.

Shen Fang looked to be about the same age as him, with a flat head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tough face line, a handsome and handsome appearance, and the proportions of his body were almost the same as those of classical sculptures in the old world. Standing in the crowd, he didn't have to do anything to look extremely dazzling, not to mention that his expression and movements were extremely infectious, which made Xuanzang can't help but be curious about what he said.

“…… The Buddha said that it took 500 times to look back in the past life in exchange for the passing of this life. It is our destiny to live in the same refuge. Remember to be kind to others and give way in everything. ”

“…… Man has two eyes, all parallel to each other, so one should see them equally. The ears of a man are divided on two sides, so do not listen to one side of the word. Although people only have one heart, they have two atria on the left and right, so they should not only think for themselves, but also think for others. ”

“…… Think of how many people are out there and scared, and you live safely in a shelter. How many people are lonely, and you have friends around you who can help each other. You have so much, why do you still feel miserable every day? Every full meal you eat is a gift from my Buddha. Remember, be grateful, Amitabha. ”

The corners of Xuanzang's mouth twitched unresistibly: This is all ...... What the heck!

Sure enough, it is worthy of the perfect work made by Guanyin himself, which can remember the new scriptures compiled by those neuropaths in the sky so clearly, and explain them to the mortals in such a down-to-earth way, making the already great scriptures seem ...... It stinks even more.

When Xuanzang saw the first edition of the scriptures written by Rulai, he scolded countless times, asking him how he had the face to take this pile of empty and hypocritical things into a scripture.

"The teachings of the old world are no longer suitable for this era, and in the last period, most people liked this kind of writing, which was used in the refuge to calm the mind and the nerves." That's how it was answered.

"All they like is fake garbage, all the lies they love to hear. How can you pass off these-like things as sutras! These, these, what ......"

"Chicken Soup for the Soul, Amitabha." Rulai stood up and recited.