One after another, the outcasts in various plains have successfully reached the western highlands.

The ability is lucky, and the outcast Zhou Dongmu was once again lucky to keep up with the large army, and successfully landed on Zhongnan Mountain with the surviving former game anchors around him.

Zhuge Luo, the leader of the Kangde Hotel stronghold, unfolded the portrait and sighed: "Mazu is gone, and the prophet is also gone." ”

"Maybe the prophet has become a god like Mazu, watching us from heaven."

"Give the Prophet one."

"There were hundreds of them yesterday!"

"Knock a few more, maybe the prophet will let us win the wife ten times in the next life."

"Your kid's motives are not pure!"

Several people hung the portrait on the face of Sanqing in the Taoist temple, and then placed sacrifices, bowed and bowed.

Regarding the blasphemous behavior of several people hanging their heads to worship the prophet, Chen Daochang raised his eyebrows, but he still didn't say anything after all.

After all, he believes in science.

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Not far away, a girl huddled in a corner with her knees crossed, a sleeping crow lying in her arms.

She stared intently at the photo on her phone, in which she looked curiously and in surprise at the blue planet in the distance, and the photographer's appearance was faintly reflected on the glass.

Looking at it, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Mourning...... He ......"

The people around him wanted to comfort a few words, but they seemed to wake up a hedgehog.

"Yun'an won't ...... Drop the little glutinous! He's so good, he won't ...... He...... He ......"

The hair on his body exploded, and as he spoke, Su Xiaonuo couldn't cry anymore.

Since opening his eyes, the little one has never left him.

She had long since gotten used to the smell of his shirt, to sleeping in his hair, to standing on his shoulder and secretly licking his cheeks.

The life was given by him, and the name was given by him, Su Xiaonuo once thought that everything would continue forever like this.

He will bring the forest into his world, make the island better and better, and even watch the sunset tide with him.

Yun'an and Xiao Nuo! One hundred years of adventure together!

And now, that figure is suddenly gone.

For others, perhaps the prophet's departure has some different meaning, but for Su Xiaonuo.

Her sky fell.

Her whole world collapsed.

She craned her neck and sniffed around, the tip of her nose twitching, but ......

Not here.

Neither here.

Every nook and cranny has been searched.

There just doesn't smell like him!

It was as if she had been suddenly drained of her strength, and she choked on a large stone in her throat, and finally a heart-rending sting pain in her heart made her curl up so that she could no longer move.

Everything loses its meaning.

Humans have found their way, but she ......

I don't know how to go any further.

can only hold the dark crow in vain.

But even the crows did not move.

It's like.

He's really not coming back.

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On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, it was a different kind of noise outside the window on this night.

"Hey! Le me, that buddy outside calls himself Qin Shi Huang! Zhuge Luo sneered mercilessly out the window, "I am Qin Shi Huang!" The demons and monsters outside don't make money quickly! Catch up with Ming'er and let you be a general! ”

The ghosts outside the window were even more manic.

As the saying goes, once born and twice matured, the previous first year of junior high did scare everyone enough, but that was because they forgot the prophet's warning.

Now that I know, I know that the space is sealed well enough, strong enough, and I have enough oxygen to prepare, and I can safely appreciate the ghost's anger when it is in a hurry but can't get in.

There is an inexplicable feeling of coolness.

"It's a pity that we won't be able to play next time, and when the big migration begins, we can't guarantee the airtightness of each iron room."

"News of impending floods has come from the Korean Peninsula and it is estimated that it will not be long before it reaches us...... The model calculated by the Ministry of Beacons is that the flood will last for half a month, and then we can set off to find a new home. ”

"I have a problem!" Zhou Dongmu, who was favored by the goddess of luck but had a worrying IQ, raised his hand.

"What?"

"Why are we looking for a new home? If the Western Hemisphere is flooded, won't we be fine? ”

"Have you listened to the prophet well?"

"Yes, but the Prophet said it would be dry because it was too far from the sea. But now the sky is full of dark clouds, and as long as the ash does not disperse, let alone drought...... Where is not the Ice Age? What effort is it necessary to migrate? Isn't the migration still a frozen ground? ”

Zhuge Luo was stunned for a moment, this time he really let this fool ask the point.

After watching the live footage of the Prophet so many times, he also thought about this question after the volcanic ash covered the globe.

Since most of the sun's heat is reflected, as long as the clouds do not disperse, where is the migration to the same environment?

However, the prophet still mentioned in the prophecy that the world will be a habitable zone for human beings and a zone for plant growth.

So is it possible to continue reasoning......

Next there will be a powerful external force, which will be enough to disperse even the ash clouds?!

Only in this way can the world be a livable zone.

"The ash is going to disperse?!" Zhou Dongmu exclaimed, "Is the volcanic eruption finally coming to an end?!" ”

"No," Gan Chongzhi had just finished his discussion with the two professors, and happened to come here, and he shook his head when he heard the discussion of several people.

"There are many possibilities other than the end of the Yellowstone eruption."