There is no rush to the suicide forest, and there is no hurry to send weapons.

Two days later, Zhang Jing returned to the old Kanfen Farm, took out the third form next to the reservoir, and placed it on the ground.

Thought it would take root, but nothing happened.

Rubbing the short beard on his chin, Zhang Jing thought thoughtfully, does not taking root mean that he is not satisfied?

Not satisfied with what?

Looking at the black-scorched trees that had been crowned twenty meters away from the sun, Zhang Jing got back into the car and went around to the opposite side of the reservoir.

That is, the front yard entrance of the first house built in 1924.

The houses here are usually taken care of and maintained, but they are empty and no one lives in them.

The style is similar to the houses in the 70s and 80s in Area D, with a large area and beautiful artistic conception, but it is outdated.

Next to the reservoir, Zhang Jing took out the third form that was a clump of green vines and wrapped around the basin-sized origin for the second time and placed it on the ground.

This time, the third form took root, and the rattan automatically stretched out and pierced into the mud.

However, while most of the rattan pierced into the ground.

But there is still a rattan left to protect the origin.

It can be seen that although it is no longer conscious, its instinct is engraved in every rattan, and it is very persistent.

Looking up at the sun in the sky, Zhang Jing understood that the so-called 'origin' was actually the third form of the 'sun' that lived deep underground.

Now that the sun hangs in the sky, it no longer needs the source.

Looking at the basin-sized, glowing with soft origin, Zhang Jingha said aloud, "It's a waste of such an important thing to throw on the ground, how about I help you keep it for a while?"

The third form did not answer, nor could it be answered.

Zhang Jing took it in a good way, and after confirming it again and again, the master did not object, and stretched out his hands to the source.

Because the origin was still protected by a rattan, Zhang Jing pulled hard, and finally grabbed... Hand!

I don't know what the origin is of use to me, but as a treasure hunter, as long as it is a treasure, Zhang Jing said that he likes it.

Sink into the Mithril space.

In the next second, the Mithril space underwent a drastic change, and it was originally a 50*50*50 meter cube super large box.

Right now.

The top of the box began to rise, and the four walls of the box lay backwards, and between the lightning and thunder, a side was quickly formed... Small world.

The source of the soft light becomes the sun in the small world, hanging diagonally in the air, exuding lukewarm light.

Zhang Jing was surprised by the huge changes, he didn't expect that the Mithril space could evolve, which is definitely good news!

The draught did not forget the man who dug the well, and he was also ashamed in his heart, he snatched the treasure of the third form.

Zhang Jing squatted down and pulled the third form out of the ground.

It is also a mental operation, transplanting the third form to the middle of the small world and planting it.

In this way, Zhang Jing is not indebted to the third form.

It still has its origin, and for billions of years, the two things have been separated for less than thirty seconds before they are reunited.

Everyone was happy.

The pets are also happy, they are running around in the Mithril space, which was originally stationary, but now they are running around and having fun.

Leaving the reservoir, Zhang Jing saw a beautiful rooster in an abandoned villa and explained the cause and effect of the incident.

After listening, the beautiful big didn't understand the reason either.

If the 'Mithril space is another dimension, the application of space technology is very common.

'Origin has upgraded the Mithril space to a small world, which is most likely the most advanced behavior.

"In the future," Zhang Jing asked the pretty big rooster, "can you work in the small world?"

"You can try, I guess there's no signal."

Zhang Jing sends the beautiful big into the small world and gives it a phone at the same time.

Sure enough, there was really no signal and I couldn't work inside.

Taking out the beautiful big again, Zhang Jing asked with concern, "Your business

How's it going?"

"It's coming," the pretty big excited, "all the hard work has been worth it."

Zhang nodded his head, and the beautiful big was the confidence for him to do things everywhere and sleep around.

Lunch time.

Zhang Jing met Silke in the cobblestone yard at the entrance of the cowshed canteen.

An indigenous beauty with a prosperous face, with a baby in her belly.

Because everyone has a different attitude towards life, Silke likes to live in the cowshed area, loves the quietness, and also likes the environment and food.

Gently hugging and kissing, Zhang Jing asked his girlfriend with concern, "Do you miss me?"

"A little," Silke smiled gently, "our son is so good at tossing, he always kicks me."

Zhang Jing smiled and hugged Silke again.

"There's one thing," Silke relayed, "Grandma Halsen is planning to expand her casino business in Las Vegas, Temasek, and Omen, would you like to take a stake?"

"I don't want to," Zhang Jing said, hugging Silk's shoulder, "If you want to participate, I can lend you eleven small yuan... Cash."

"Cash?" Silk asked rhetorically.

He nodded, "Gray."

"You lend me the money," Silke accepted her boyfriend's kindness, "and the investment will be whitewashed by the way, and I can pay it back to you in about five years."

"You can just use it." As he spoke, Zhang Jing helped the big-bellied Silke into the cafeteria.

Unexpectedly, Xu Zehong's family was there, gathered around a round table with a diameter of 1.5 meters, chatting.

The family is: Lin Shufan, Lin Jiangmeng, Xu Zehong, and Xu Nuo.

He was 82 years old when he first met Lin Shufan, and now he is 88 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, and he still looks strong, with his eyes full of energy.

Xu Nuo is the daughter of Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng, and she looks similar to Reba?

It did look like it before, because I pumped the asphalt lake in the wild for two years, looking for paleontological fossils, and now the people are much darker and much stronger.

"Mr. Lin, Professor Xu, Aunt Lin, Miss Xu," Zhang Jing greeted warmly, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." The four responded.

"It's just right," Zhang Jing didn't expect them to be here today, "I have good wine in the car, let's have a good drink at noon."

"It's good to drink," Lin Shufan also likes to drink when he practices martial arts, "I ate braised beef head at noon today, it's made by Meng Meng, it's still in the pot, and it's going to be good right away."

Meng Meng refers to Lin Jiangmeng, who can still be called a nickname in his sixties, Zhang Jing feels quite warm.

Zhang Jing easily opened Silk's arm, turned around and went to the courtyard to get wine.

The wine is in the small world, pretending to be taken out of the car.

5 bottles of ordinary liquor brewed from grain, packed in non-woven bags.

25 liters, Feitian amplified version of liquor, one bottle.

It's rare to get together, plus the gorgeous upgrade of the Mithril space, drink a little wine and have fun, anyway, you can't usually finish it.

Carrying wine in both hands, he returned to the cafeteria, and Zhang Jingcheng's jaw dropped in shock.

The enlarged version of the flying white bottle, at a glance, is very fake.

"I found it in the treasure hunt," Zhang Jingyang raised the 25-liter wine bottle in his hand, "and drank it, it was soft, smooth, not spicy, and the taste was tickling."

88-year-old Lin Shufan has a wealth of life experience, remembering that in the 70s and 80s of the last century, there was indeed this kind of large bottle of liquor.

I've only heard it from others before, but I've never seen it, and I haven't drunk it.

I didn't expect to have the opportunity to see it today, so I asked excitedly, "Drink this at noon?"

"That's right," Zhang Jing put the big wine bottle on the ground, "one pound per person, don't be greedy."

Just when Zhang Jing was eating braised cow head and drinking wine, celebrating the upgrade of Mithril space, Qu Xiaoqing's message came in.

Stellar TV is subordinate to two TV channels, one of which is the movie channel.

was ordered by the yamen to stop broadcasting for a week and asked to fire a host.

The reason is, the host joked on the show, saying'

The existence of a certain glass-hearted group has greatly lowered the definition of freedom of speech in the league area.

"The update is late, thanks for the big tip."