PS: A more present.

I posted at two o'clock yesterday, my head was groggy, and what I said was not considered, sorry, sorry.

In fact, in the mind of Piggy, readers who don't pay to watch pirated copies in the post bar, look at the intentions of writing, and will naturally pay to read and support the coder, which is called 'looking at it and becoming true love'.

All of them will be explained in particular, but I didn't expect that, hey, it's all Piggy's fault, but Piggy's description of the status of the Hellfire Tribe's guardian spirit is really not a quibble.

Chapter 227 of the sublimation of 'Tudnan' has a paragraph:

"Guardian, Sustainer, Reshaper, Raider, Conqueror, Legendary Spirit, Island Spirit..."Zhang Lisheng nodded, muttering out the seven honorific titles that 'spirits' can get in the Hellman clan, from high to low.

Relying on his own experience, he vaguely guessed that the status of these seven honorific titles among the Hell tribes was very different and insurmountable, and that eighty percent of the 'guardians' at the bottom would only be supported by the natives, and the so-called 'honor' only had symbolic meaning;

And the supreme 'island god' is probably already a real god in the tribe, even if he riskes his life just to pay respects to him, there are a lot of people in the tribe who are willing to fight for it. ”

Upgrading in the tribe, the smaller the tribe, the easier it is to be promoted, which is like working in a small company, and you may become an executive soon if you have a little talent, but in a large company, there are many people who have been working at the grassroots level all their lives.

I don't write much mainly to apologize, and I have to continue to code words, for the sake of pigs working so hard. Cast a vote, you can vote for anything, what's the deal

I vaguely felt that Guo Caiying's tone of voice was a little different from usual, Zhang Lisheng pursed his lips and put away his mobile phone.

Starting the car and about to turn around, he suddenly saw Maddie walking out of the office building, whose hair was still blown by the cold sea breeze in early spring, smiled happily and waved his hand lightly at him.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, and the young man paused for a few seconds before driving back. Reverse direction. Head towards the factory gate.

After leaving the slaughterhouse and walking in the long line of trucks, he turned onto the wide highway leading to New York City.

Suppressing his troubled thoughts, Zhang Lisheng began to think in his heart that the first thing he would do after returning to western Sichuan was to go back to Yuwo Village. Look good again from beginning to end of those ancient Chinese books in the ancestral house. It is best to ship them all to the United States or the islands of the 'otherworldly' world. It is convenient to study at any time in the future.

"Square words and letters are different, especially those ancient books, many of which are accompanied by pictures, and there are new gains from time to time when you scrutinize them. But speaking of which, those books are cultural relics, and if they are to be shipped out of the country, I'm afraid they will be ordinary pipes..."He muttered to himself, and was suddenly shaken by a red light that suddenly flashed from the side.

Subconsciously looking through the soft red light of the car window, the young man was stunned to see that in the ocean in the distance, I don't know when a red wall of light seemed to stretch to the end of the heaven and the earth, towering into the sky.

Within seconds of the wall of light, the traffic on the kilometer was completely still, but there would still be a sharp sound of brakes and a loud collision of cars in the distance.

Zhang Lisheng stepped on the brakes to the lowest level, stopped the car abruptly in the middle of the road, and then walked out of the car with the people of the United States on the entire road, staring blankly at the red wall of light that slowly faded over time.

At the same time, listen to the sentences, "Damn, this, what kind of weird thing is this...";

"Is it an alien ghost, it must be an alien, first the 'otherworldly world' and then the alien, the earthlings are really 'shit luck'..." and other curses and "God bless...";

"Lord, forgive the arrogance and greed of mankind...", a layer of frost gradually formed on his face.

The image of an old man with dark skin and an attitude that always seemed erudite and polite once again appeared in his mind, and Zhang Lisheng's heart gave birth to more and more strong ominous thoughts, forcing him to stride back to the car, frantically turn the steering wheel, step on the accelerator and rush off the road, bumpy and rapid towards the sea, and finally drove onto the beach before the light wall disappeared.

Hurriedly pushed the car door, stepped on the sand and ran wildly to the seaside, and looked in the direction of New York Newport without any obstacles, Zhang Lisheng clearly saw that in the sea diagonally facing Newport in the distance, a crack with blue sky and white clouds, and cracks with signs of cracking had appeared on the edge, clearly appearing on the continuous red light wall, and the direction was consistent with the space gate leading to the 'Sea Shrimp No. 2 World Realm'.

Looking at the sea without blinking, letting the waves wash over the trousers and waiting for the wall of light to disappear, Zhang Lisheng stroked his sparse short hair vigorously from front to back, turned around and got into the car, turned on the radio, turned the head of the car expressionlessly, and continued to drive in the direction of JFK Airport.

On the way, he looked through the front windshield at the still panicked crowd of people gathered together to talk about it, and muttered coldly: "It seems that this is the 'page' spread out."

The collapse of the gate of space, and the fragmentation of the earth by the 'world's realms', is that your ultimate goal, Dr. Tubarin?"

There was no one in the driver's car to answer the young man's question, and his ears were filled with all the speculations of the announcer and the listeners about the sudden appearance of the wall of red light that supposedly permeated the entire ocean and the sea.

These conjectures range from the most old-fashioned wall of light being some special astronomical phenomenon, to the most bizarre, but probably the closest to the truth, where the crimson wall of light is the barrier between two 'worldly realms'.

After arriving at the airport, there are several large-screen TVs in the waiting hall for passengers to pass the time, and there is an increasingly grotesque "you ask me answer" game full of farce content broadcast with pictures and texts.

"This world is really crazy, everything can be entertained. Walking in the neat and bright aisle of JFK Airport, Zhang Lisheng, whose mood had calmed down, looked up and passed by the huge TVs, said with a wry smile, and came directly to the VIP room.

For the lean pale Asian face of youth. The staff at JFK Airport in the VIP lounge were already well familiar. Even the tall and strong guards in uniform saw him coming, and they automatically stepped aside from a distance and took the initiative to greet: "Good afternoon, welcome to JFK International Airport, Mr. Zhang." ”

"Thank you. Zhang Lisheng nodded and walked into the airport VIP room, sat down directly on the brown leather sofa next to the glass wall where the plane could take off and land, and asked the beautiful ground attendant who served the ice Coke: "Miss, how long will it take to book a direct private flight to Boston?"

The distance between New York and Boston is just over 600 kilometers. Spend fifteen meters. It will take four hours, but if you use the special plane, the cost will undoubtedly increase by at least 10,000 times, and even if there is a route available immediately, you can deduct the simple mechanical inspection, boarding, and disembarkation time before takeoff. It doesn't take much faster than taking the bus.

But the most money spent. Accomplishing a very simple thing in the most tedious, complicated but comfortable way is the lifestyle of the super-rich. The ground handling lady in the VIP lounge of Kennedy Airport was surprised to show her eight teeth and replied with a smile: "Please wait for Mr. Zhang, I'll check it out for you." ”

"Thank you. ”

"Mr. Zhang is very sorry, because of the sudden abnormal celestial phenomenon. New York to Boston routes cannot be requested for the last 48 hours. ”

"Forty-eight hours, oh, that's okay, book me a first-class ticket for my nearest flight to Boston. "The reason why the young man plans to fly to Boston instead of flying directly to Boston is that he feels that after disappearing for no reason, he will always be active for a period of time, and he is not obsessed with using a special plane.

"It's rare for such short-haul flights to have first class, and if it's business class, you can fly directly to Boston in 45 minutes on a MIAO AR098 aircraft. The ground attendant, who had been prepared, said with a smile that showed eight teeth.

"Well, business class, I'm not that picky. Zhang Lisheng took out his credit card from his pocket very casually, and received his boarding pass directly after a few minutes, and after another two hours, he took off on an Airbus plane of MinAir, and flew directly to Boston very smoothly along the way.

Boston, the capital and largest city of Massachusetts in the United States, is located on the east and west coasts of the Atlantic Ocean, more than 200 years ago, it was the people here because of the harsh "tea tax" issued by the British king, launched a riot, dumped the tea on the British merchant ships, and set off the prelude to the "War of Independence" in the United States, so the city of Boston was once considered to be a symbol of "freedom" and "resistance" in the United States.

Now, this international metropolis has evolved into the center of higher education in the United States, with more than 100 universities and hundreds of thousands of students in the entire metropolitan area, making it known as the "center of the universe" and "the Athens of the United States" by the academic community.

But for Zhang, the air here is no different from other cities, and the streets are already lit up when he takes a taxi out of Logan International Airport (Boston Logan International Airport) to downtown Boston.

He handed the driver a hundred-dollar bill and said, "No change, Xie Luxie." He opened the door and got out of the car, looked around, and saw that there were skyscrapers everywhere that were almost the same as the streets of New York, and couldn't help but pout, blurting out in a strange tone: "This is Boston..."

"Didi..." After a long horn blew, a middle-aged black man's fat-headed and big-eared head appeared in the taxi, "Hi young man, thank you for your tip, because of your generosity, I have a proposal for you, go west along this main road, go to Charles River, where is the real Boston."

Although the temperature is still a little cold, the weather is good these days, and young people should have started to be active, maintain your good habit of being willing to spend money, and have a lot of fun. ”

"Oh, thank you. Zhang Lisheng paused for a moment, waved at the driver, watched the taxi go away, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, hesitated, put the mobile phone back in his pocket, and muttered: "Let's let Tina sleep more, anyway, I said that I would see her tomorrow." Stroll down the street to the west.

Walking through the two streets, the young man could clearly feel the air gradually getting wetter and wetter, and faintly could hear a cacophony of music and human voices.

After picking up his pace and walking forward for another seven or eight minutes, a wide river appeared in front of him.

As you look along the colorful river illuminated along the shore, there is a huge open-air performance stage surrounded by green lawns and a ribbon riverside park.

At this time, there are more than a dozen casually dressed young people forming a band, accompaniment for two men and three women and five singers, Zhang Lisheng, who does not have many artistic cells, can't say whether their performances are good or bad, but judging from the audience that is densely packed or lying or sitting on the lawn, the standard should be good.

"Blowing a cold wind by the river, lying down and listening to live music, this is a bit of a 'rice country Athens' feeling..."Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Lisheng smiled in surprise, followed the flow of people and approached the performance stage, and suddenly heard a serious voice with a slightly familiar accent coming from the riverside, "A string of real ruby bracelets, you want to buy it for fifteen meters."

Young lady, I can only say that you are not yet so old that you do not know how to appreciate a beautiful piece of jewelry. (To be continued......)