This is a confined space, but it seems to be incredibly large, and the sky is full of all kinds of screens, disturbing one after another, revealing everything in the world.

The air here is pure, the temperature is eternal, and under everyone's feet, there is a soft green.

A white point of light flickered and gathered, and in the main control room of the small building, on the teleportation table, there were three more people who were out of place.

Two people stood, one was held in his arms.

The people who were standing were dressed in primitive clothes, covered in sweat and blood, their hair was greasy, and their shoes were stained with mud and dust.

The sleeping man was peaceful and comfortable, but his robe was also dyed red.

Three butterflies appear in the fish tank, and several pine trees grow in the bedroom. It's really an indescribable weirdness to have such a person in such a place.

Seven or eight men and women with different expressions, but all handsome and beautiful, turned their swivel chairs around and looked at them, their expressions unable to hide their unhappiness and curiosity.

As his eyes darkened and brightened, Di Jiu found himself standing in a completely unfamiliar place.

Countless strange treasures shined brightly, illuminating everything in detail, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything clearly.

Those handsome men and beautiful women should be wearing clothes that he has never seen before, whether it is material or style, but he doesn't mind.

Di Jiu glanced at everyone very calmly, and then continued to look around very calmly.

He knew that everything in front of him could not be imagined even in his most bizarre dreams. Those heavenly treasures that he couldn't distinguish the details, but which really shone with a strange brilliance, were indeed used as rubble here.

Self-preservation is already an instinct. == He was calm, he was very sensible, he knew that he had no possibility to protect himself here, but his body was still trying to feel his surroundings. Constantly trying to analyze, trying to sense.

He should have been in a room, though it didn't have the walls he thought it would be.

There are no windows, no sunlight can be seen, and the hour cannot be determined.

The air here is blank, and there is no smell of grass or leaves. There is no smoke of charcoal, no aroma of food, no rancid stench in the corners, no muddy smell of sand.

It was a few seconds before he could catch the wind passing across his face. It was a constant breeze. The cycle repeats itself, like a whirlpool.

The wind is neither wet nor dry, neither hot nor cold, and it is a kind of comfort. It's easy to ignore the warmth. Like a pearl, like jade.

The soles of the shoes should be of some kind of metal. It's hard, it's smooth, it's shiny, but it's not silver. Silver, not without silver rust. It won't be that hard.

This is not his world, where he is as helpless as a newborn baby, as blind and ignorant as a moth flying around a yarn lamp.

There is surprise, there is confusion, there is confusion. But he remained restrained and calm. There is no gaffe.

There is nothing important in life except death. If you don't even care about your own life anymore. The human heart will also be simple and pure.

No matter how wonderful it is, how uncertain it is dangerous. He can also be calm, will not panic, will not be inferior, and will not be tied up by any superfluous feelings.

The students in the small building led by Zhang Minxin were very surprised, for the first time in a thousand years, an ordinary person walked into the small building, and it was the first time that someone saw everything beyond common sense, but he could be so rational and calm.

Naturally, Di Jiu was not shocked or crazy, except that he didn't mind, except that he couldn't see clearly, except that Fang Qingchen had already given him a preventive shot in advance, the main reason was also because he didn't understand at all. So he will not understand how great and amazing these high-tech are.

For him, whether it is the most ordinary light bulb or the most high-end main control computer, they all belong to the immortal treasures, he may be amazed, may be admired, but he will not admire, will not understand these miracles, countless generations of hard work and sweat.

Di Jiu could feel that Fang Qingchen beside him had relaxed. There is no need to be vigilant, there is no need to be guarded, there is no need to hide ...... This is really his home.

"Why, there are guests coming from afar, and everyone has no courtesy to welcome them at all?"

Fang Qingchen's tone was also a kind of relaxation and naturalness back at home.

Zhang Minxin glared at him viciously: "You just make trouble!" We've all passed, and we're not in the mood to die with you. ”

"Where's the professor?"

Wu Yu sighed: "The professor has already hidden!" If he sees you now, why shouldn't he lock you up immediately? You're fooling around enough, anyway, you can do whatever you want to do now, we don't intervene, and we won't interfere. But when the rules were finally touched, no one could protect him. ”

Everyone was glaring at each other, but no one really wanted to observe Di Jiu. Although he was the first outsider in Xiaolou for thousands of years.

On the screen, everyone has seen many of his actions over the years, seen how he hurt Han, but also seen him...... So for a while, no one was willing to say a word to him, no one was willing to be more familiar with him, to understand this person who was about to die.

Di Jiu's state of mind has always been as calm as water, but at this moment, there is finally a trace of waves. He finally realized that this time Fang Qingchen guaranteed him to come in this time, and he was afraid that he had paid a lot of price. There was a faint feeling of gratitude in my heart.

After witnessing Xiao Lou's visions, he knew better that compared to Xiao Lou, his strength was indeed like an ant. is even more sure that if there is no Fang Qingchen, he will take Ah Han alone, except for dying in vain, it is true that he will not be able to help Ah Han in the slightest.

He has always been a strong man, and he is also extremely conceited and confident, but at this moment, looking at Fang Qingchen, looking at these men and women with almost perfect faces, he deeply understands that any of these people, maybe as long as they move their fingers and blow a breath, they can easily destroy themselves, and they are not frustrated and depressed in their hearts, but, surprisingly, holding Fu Hanqing in his arms, he lowered his head, looked at the man's sleeping eyebrows, and thought, this person turned out to be one of them, and this person used to have the same strength as them, I don't feel how sad, inferior, or desolate I feel in my heart.

Whether it is a god or a demon, if such idiots can appear among them, then what is there to be ashamed of themselves as mortals, and they feel inferior to people.

However, at this moment, Fang Qingchen suddenly said, "Give Ah Han to me." ”

Di Jiu didn't move, only raised his eyes to look at him.

"Inside the small building, our immortal weapons will no longer take the initiative to attack you. And until you understand the truth of the matter, no one here will make a move on you. On the contrary, you, in the process of learning the truth, may not be able to help but hurt Han, if you are good for him, give him to me. ”

Di Jiu was silent and looked down at Han.

Such a bright and bright immortal magic weapon, such a magical, such a magical immortal cave mansion, but he still couldn't see Han's eyebrows clearly. This may be the last time in this life, the last time to hug each other, the last time to gaze, but still, still, can't see clearly......

I have never regretted it, I seriously injured my eyes for Han, but after all, I was annoyed and unwilling.

He gently raised his left hand, generously, in front of everyone, slowly stroked Han's forehead, touched his eyes, stroked his nose and lips, and traced his face with his fingers little by little, recalling Han's face little by little in his heart.

He never believed in strange powers, and he never expected the debts of this life to be paid. It's just that since all the wonderful sights in front of him told him that some of his beliefs had been wrong all along, then ...... So can he also hope that maybe in this world, there are really six reincarnations, and there will really be a hell and ghost world.

If there is knowledge after death...... If there is knowledge after death...... He hoped that he could remember that in his previous life, he had met a little idiot. The face of this little fool, he hoped, could be remembered more clearly, more clearly......

He doesn't want to be accompanied in the next life, he doesn't want to meet again in the next life, he doesn't want the next life to repay all the negative and betrayal in this life, he just wants to remember.

Whether he is a god or a demon, Di Jiu...... I want to remember Han. That's all!

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Secretary Brown: I think we can do a double shift tomorrow.