It turned out that Xiao Jing had already become interested in that mechanical space, but she was worried that Wu Ling's burden would be too large, so she had to have a series of subsequent contradictions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mechanical main god space has been incorporated into the main god old man's banner, and a person is needed to control it, Xiao Jing can't become that person, so who will control it? This is the problem that Ding Xiaoxiao is currently facing.

The old man of the main god also couldn't understand the operation of the mechanical main god space, so he had to send Ding Xiaoxiao in to take a look, after all, he had experienced more than 700 plot tasks, and he must have wanted to explore the main god space at that time.

Xiao Jing briefly ended his contradictions, Wu Ling had already understood, he got up from the water of the Qinglong Pond and walked to a corner of the inner courtyard, where a large knife was stored, which was Bingya.

"This knife is not inferior to the door slasher, the two are hostile to each other, I can't put it in the same ring, this time I go to the space of the main god of the machine, I still have to exchange the ring. ”

After speaking, Wu Ling carried the ice tooth back on his shoulder, acting immediately, and Ling Tianxiang was a little reluctant to see it.

"Are you going to act?"

Xiao Jing held the back of Sister Tianxiang's hand, not knowing what she was thinking, and laughed tactfully.

"Remember to bring me and Sister Tianxiang back with sugar gourds. ”

......

Leaving from the Qinglong Pond, Wu Ling entered the Jianghu Martial Arts Hall, passed through several corridors, turned around a few corners, and finally came to the door of the room where the main god of the machine was stored.

Different from the main god bead of the big world, there is no so-called main god bead in the main god space of the machine, behind this door, is the location of the communication mechanical space, in another mechanical space, Ding Xiaoxiao is not sure where to worry.

With a click, Wu Ling did not hesitate, and gently accompanied by the sound of the door opening, a strong but gentle attraction attracted Wu Ling into the door.

After a bizarre time and space shuttle, Wu Ling, who was carrying ice teeth on his shoulder, stepped on the ground, padded a cushion, and looked at the darkness around him, Wu Ling knew that he had arrived at the land acquisition.

It's just that the strange thing is that in addition to Wu Ling, why are there seven or eight people in the same city dress around?

This made Wu Ling very surprised.

The dark world began to glow slowly, and it wasn't until the last ray of light occupied the darkness that Wu Ling realized that he was actually in a wide confined space.

"Damn, it can't be that you have entered the plot mission, can it be that Ding Xiaoxiao was killed?" The dangerous information was entrenched in Wu Ling's heart, if this kind of thing really happened, and even the main god and old man didn't know it, the situation was really very terrifying.

In the face of an unfamiliar environment, what Wu Ling wants to figure out most is what kind of place this area is, and also, will this plot kill people?

Just as Wu Ling was in the process of doubting, the people around him began to make the same surprised sounds one after another, but these voices were very special, making Wu Ling's heart rush out of more than 100,000 grass and mud horses.

"Old man, where are we, didn't we say that we would go to Uncle Wang's house next door to play mahjong, how far away, can we still get lost?"

An aunt with a big back whispered, and beside her was a withered old man, with a cane in his hand, and his eyes narrowed into thin lines.

I only heard him crack his eyes, stared at Wu Ling and said to his aunt: "Guess right, we have crossed over." ”

"Smack!" Auntie slapped her mouth on the old man's face, the voice was really crisp, and another chubby old man not far from the old man twitched timidly, and then covered half of his face with his hand, it is estimated that he is not less tortured at home.

Wu Ling was attracted by these two old living treasure couples, and his eyes were temporarily on them.

I only heard the voice of a big aunt come out again: "Okay, you bad old man, all those blind fantasy novels are crazy, right? This is obviously kidnapped by someone, this girl is crossing? I am married to such a stupid hat as you." ”

While the aunt was talking, her eyes glanced at Wu Ling, and Wu Ling was the only one in the scene with an ice tooth knife in his hand.

Wu Ling heard the misunderstanding of the aunt, and did not rush to explain, but the people around him began to move closer to the aunt, until a while, the thin old man responded: "It's not a kidnapping, we really crossed over, don't think that guy is a kidnapper, I vouch for my experience of writing a book at the age of twenty to the present sixty years, he is definitely the existence of the protagonist of the novel." ”

"Smack!"

The aunt turned around and twitched again, Wu Ling could see that the aunt was a two-person actor, that kind of figure and beating technique were very exquisite, the voice sounded very loud, and the inside of the door actually didn't hurt at all.

It's just that the old man has been talking back from the beginning to the present, and the aunt is worried that he will talk nonsense, or offend some people, such as the so-called "kidnapper" Wu Ling, and be hurt, the two have been dependent on each other for so many years, and suddenly there is no companion, isn't it or uncomfortable to die?

It's just that the thin old man didn't care at all, he explained desperately: "The eyebrows are clear, the nose bridge is high, the body is tall and powerful, the limbs are strong, standing like an ancient pine standing on a high cliff, holding a golden sword like a static water, this and this, these are the protagonists of my novels in those years!"

"Today...... Today's ......" The old uncle seemed very excited, his words trembled, and he hit the big back of his wife's discerning eyes, when she looked at Wu Ling carefully, only to find that the words that his wife explained that she didn't know very well were like a picture in front of her.

"I met today, and sure enough, there are such people in the world! I haven't written books for so many years, and I haven't lived in vain!"

Looking at the old man's almost crying appearance, Wu Ling couldn't bear it anymore...... These appreciations.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Wu Ling, and I'm seen holding a big knife like a bad person, in fact, I don't know why I'm here. Of course, everyone is just as confused as I am, so, why don't we have a good talk?"

Wu Ling two So, in fact, I really don't know where to start, from the naked eye, in addition to the old man who wrote the book can chat with Wu Ling a little bit, the rest of the uncles and aunts can be Wu Ling's grandmother at all ages, such a big gap and generation gap, if you tell them something similar to the big world, the main god space, and so on, your image will definitely be attributed to a neurotic.

The sadness is so big, Wu Ling really doesn't know what is wrong with the plot this time.

"My name is Gurung, I'm a writer, you can call me Ancient. ”

It turned out that this thin old man was called Gurung, he was on crutches, and his body was skinny, and he estimated that the experience of these years was put on the spiritual food in the book, and he had no time to eat more to make up for it.

Gurung spread out his spare hand and introduced charitantly: "As Wu Shaoxia can see, this person next to me is the person who has taken care of me for many years, you can call her Aunt Liu." ”

Wu Ling nodded and greeted him with a smile. Gurung found out what he was missing, and replied again: "When she was young, she was a two-person actor, and the beating techniques just now were all routine work, and it didn't hurt at all to hit me." ”

Uncle Gurung laughed, his slightly yellowish teeth were a little white, and he looked very well maintained on his teeth.

Auntie also believes that Wu Ling is not a bad person at this time, and at the same time she has palpitations and doesn't know where the problem is, "Wu Ling little baby, I am your Aunt Liu." ”

Wu Ling owes a lot of money, and it is the first time he is called a little baby, but with their age, he is really a little baby.

Later, after a while, Wu Ling recognized the people present.

Among the seven old men and aunts, the youngest is seventy-eight years old, his body looks very strong, his chest muscles are slightly shriveled, his leg muscles are very developed, and his arms are also very powerful.

His name is Huang Feihong, when he was young, he was known as a generation of lion dance emperors, and he was very prosperous, but because the defender's foot slipped during a performance, the two did not do a good job and fell from the high platform, Huang Feihong felt sorry for the audience, and finally withdrew from the Jianghu stage on the grounds of injury.

When his name Huang Feihong came out loudly, Gurung and the old men and aunts around him cast a look of brightness and regret, as if the good times that accompanied them at that time were like projectors, and they skipped by one after another.

Wu Ling has heard his stories, especially those film and television works that are played back in the cinema, all of which are memories that inspired him in Wu Ling's childhood.

The previous chubby uncle who was timid because of Aunt Liu's slap, he was a trader and a successful person, of course, only a commercial success, a man who had been working outside for many years, rarely went home to accompany his family, and felt ashamed of his wife and children, so even if he was scolded by his wife for no reason, he would not complain.

His identity is quite special, whether it is Uncle Gurung or Uncle Huang Feihong, everyone present also knows his name clearly, and he is a big-level figure like a god in the traditional trade world.

As a big man who has devoted himself to traditional trade, developed the operation mode of traditional trade, changed countless people and created countless jobs, he is Ma Yuntian.

When Aunt Liu heard that it was Ma Yuntian, she looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "You are not ugly at all, and you are not short at all, you look as ordinary as us, I really don't know how the outside world passed you into a character with three heads and six arms." ”

Ma Yuntian has always been tired of listening to those gossips and profiles on online platforms, especially those ninth-rate writers who write chicken soup for the soul and quote their deeds without moving, he has long been tired of those, thinking that one day he will be busy, and an appeal will be filed directly to the court.

At this time, hearing Aunt Liu's ordinary and simple monologue was really as comforting as an empowerment. He had always been afraid of unreasonable old women, but when he saw Aunt Liu, the feeling of alienating the public gradually disappeared.

Especially when everyone is revealing their identities in an ordinary way, Ma Yuntian really realizes that success is a fart, and it is better to have a group of people who can talk to their hearts when they are old.

Wu Ling carefully wrote down these people, Ma Yuntian and Huang Feihong, oh my God, Wu Ling was as excited as seeing an idol, of course, Huang Feihong was what made him the most excited.

Ma Yuntian's name is hung in his history textbook and on the school gate, and when he really sees it, he has his own true understanding in his heart.

Ma Tianyun is eighty-eight years old, the oldest here.

The remaining three are even more special, they were born in the same year, month, and day, and have been in the same mother's belly, they are triplets who are rarer than in life.

The three of them are about the same age, they look the same, just like the wrinkles on their bodies are almost the same, even Wu Ling is difficult to identify.

The name of her sister is called Qiong Yao, she is the first of the three to be born, the second born is called Qiong Qi, and the third born is called Qiong Yao, except for Wu Ling, the rest of the uncles and aunts actually distinguished their three sisters.

Wu Ling attributed this to a generation gap across the centuries.

In this way, the seven strangers ended the introduction, using Wu Ling as an intermediary, and each introduced their identities, they were all big shots, Wu Ling sighed deeply in his heart.

The triplets are eighty-two years old and used to be world-class actors, especially their self-written, directed and acted "Sisters" is a well-known blockbuster in the world, and in terms of character portrayal, it has fascinated many fans.

Without further ado, after they introduced themselves, they finally focused on Wu Ling.

Where are we? Is this the Earth?

Are we dead?

Faced with these perplexing questions, Wu Ling scratched his head and said, "I can be sure that all the old men and aunts are still alive, this place is very ...... Well, to put it simply, you have entered a place called the Mechanical Lord God Space. ”

Saying this, Wu Ling paused slightly, giving them time to buffer themselves.

"Can you understand that?"

"So we're like we've entered another world?"

Gurung's sudden explanation brought a spring breeze to Wu Ling, although it was just a question sentence, but for an old writer who has written books for more than sixty years, this kind of brain hole is not a problem at all.

Then Huang Feihong asked, "Will we be in danger?" or ...... We're going to have to fight the enemy?"

Huang Feihong's temperament is not restless at all, and the chivalrous and righteous style is quickly revealed, if Wu Ling wants to explain, Huang Feihong should be the pillar of the field.

It's just that Wu Ling is their pillar at present.

Ma Tianyun leaned over and asked Wu Ling, "The kind that has a task to do?" It's like a fighting game that I secretly play in my spare time...... Shhhh ”

Eighty-one-year-old Ma Tianyun actually whispered these things to Wu Ling, if Wu Ling said to outsiders one day, entrepreneurial gods all play games, it is estimated that no one will believe his nonsense.

Aunt Liu has three triplets and ladies came to the other side arm in arm, and the aunt explained: "Things between men, let's not work miserably, let's talk about something else?"

The eldest sister Qiong Yao smiled: "Okay, for example, playing mahjong?"

Several people were divided into two groups, one group belonged to Wu Ling, and the other group flowed to Aunt Liu.

Time is like a machete, and when the machete comes into contact with the iron and stone and makes a crisp urging sound, it means that death is coming.

"Ding!"

"Welcome to the main god space, those who complete the task will survive......" A mechanical voice sounded from the enclosed light space, the space was not big or small, and the voice was graceful and non-stop.

When this sound sounded, Wu Ling's nerves tensed.

Are you kidding?

Is it to take these "old, weak, sick and disabled" old men and women to complete the task? )