Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 591 The Arabian Nights Rhapsody
That was by no means the busiest anniversary in the history of the Endless City.Can't say that.Because it's like the basic principle that has been emphasized countless times: once you have infinity, you don't have "most"-unless you have a corresponding structure.Structure is of course also very important. Things that cannot be constructed but must exist can easily touch the uncountable infinity, and that is not what urban residents are willing to touch or even imagine: imagination is also a kind of construction.

However, if you don't care so much about the rigor of the words, people can use "wonderful" to describe the joyous scene of that day.Every square has interesting events worthy of special mention. If this infinite day is broken and crushed, it can become infinite days and nights.Numerous sugar and rice duels took place here.Sometimes it's two-player, sometimes it's a multiplayer melee.The battles were all extremely fierce. Fortunately, there was an immortal cat in charge of presiding over each square, so no matter how many saucers were flying, or encountered bizarre and demanding performance requirements, it could be said that the duelists had a high probability of being safe and sound. Yes.It cannot be said that there is absolutely no, this is the same as the reason that there is no "most".

During the duel, the golden lake in the sky became a clear and transparent projection mirror, and even the farthest guests could clearly see the duel process.The host's enthusiastic commentary came from every morning glory, and at least used hundreds of different languages.It pops syllables as fast as a bullet, but it can be heard clearly.

"Brilliant!" cried the cat on the leash, and then in another language, "What a dance! What dexterity! The stormy enthusiasm! And the precision and fury of a deadly hunter! Oh! And His indomitable adversary! Gentlemen! We have had one of the most splendid duels ever!"

No guest questioned whether his words were exaggerated.Everyone is cheering.Yes, this is a great game.A banquet duel between two suitors, in order to compete for the wedding qualifications.But in reality, the wedding will not take place—historically, impromptu weddings have always been the day after the banquet, and, as all city dwellers have been told, anniversaries at the Ethical House are never more than a day.Never cross midnight, because midnight represents exactly zeroing.

Yes, it was a gratuitous duel, a pure dedication, because the victor of the duel had no chance of seeing the queen of history.Why are they sweating?Why fight at the dinner table?No more for the beautiful and majestic Majesty of the Universe, or for any reward from her generosity.The duel at this moment is pure and sublime.An expression and proof of self - this is the spirit of competition!
The guests were very moved.They cheered for the two duelists who were going all out, and marveled at the stormy attack of the red whirlwind fighter - the leash cat gave him this name, obviously still brooding over the failed lightning transformation just now - And despite being at a disadvantage, the Breadstick Knight stood tenaciously on the table, to be precise, danced on the table.

Anyone can see how strong his opponent is, it is almost possessed by ghosts, and any dance with four or eight beats is danced to sixteen beats, or even thirty-two beats.At the same time, he danced so neatly and beautifully, with perfect posture, and undoubtedly with a murderous intent to beat his opponent to pieces.As soon as his big sleeves, which were as graceful as a dragon, swept across the table, he swept away all the dishes that met the specified requirements like a flood, and then catapulted them all into the opponent's face like a slingshot.Even every tip of his hair reveals ferocity.

"What a terrible desire to attack! What an eagerness to win!" the leash cat shouted in a big circle in the air, "Look at everyone, this unrestrained beast! Now it's a full six hundred points ahead! Our bread stick Is there any hope for the knight? Will the next project be his turnaround! Let's try! The next project is to sing along! Sing along guys! Now your movements must follow the voice. Sing any rhythm song It's up to you, but sing it out and shove the syrup into your opponent's mouths! Sing it out! Or you'll score nothing!"

This is a classic project, which was even specifically introduced in the notice of Ethics House.Toba can be sure that Wei has made preparations. During those more than 300 repeated deaths, he has accumulated a considerable understanding of this boy.It noticed that Wei had opened his lips slightly when the host called out the word "sing along".He had no doubt prepared a quick attacking song, but before he could grab a glass of dipping syrup, the opponent was closing in on him in the blink of an eye, and slammed him into the nearby tub of chocolate lava.The point is valid because his opponent is singing too.

Squeak squeak squeak!The audience can only catch such a succession of syllables.The trembling air sound is as fast as a laser gun!But it was indeed a song, and all the guests could hear its rhythm and rhythm in the morning glory.And yet it was as fast as a bolt of lightning!A Lightning Squeak Song!The screaming sound of the leash cat echoed throughout the square!What an invincible execution song!

Red Whirlwind Fighter triumphantly.His body looks relatively primitive, but when he jumps and moves, he seems to have a pair of spring jet feet.Swish!He's on this table.Swish!He appeared at that table again.At the furthest point, he almost ran to the end of the square!And wherever he went, all the pots and cups of syrup disappeared without a trace.They were swept away by his tentacled sleeves.The guests couldn't even see how they disappeared under the fabric, and how they didn't spill out.

It must be an ingenious mechanism, perhaps some kind of quick-freezing device, or a highly viscous substance.But whatever he did, it seemed ingenious.The guests were all amazed, but since the advantage of the Red Whirlwind was so obvious, they spent more energy cheering for the one behind.

Even though the disadvantages had become irreversible, Wei did not give up during this time.He persevered in completing each movement as required, trying to catch the red phantom floating on the dining table.catch him!catch him!catch him!The guests tried their best to assist him, notifying him of the opponent's current location, and even took the initiative to put away the dishes that met the scoring criteria when the Red Whirlwind passed by, lest they become ammunition for attacking the Breadstick Knight.

This is certainly not fair according to the rules, but no one seems to have a problem with this.Even Toba quietly moved the plate when Vi passed by his table, so that he could more easily reach the dishes he needed—Vi had no chance of winning anyway, it said to itself.As long as the end result remains the same, the steward may embellish the breadsticks a little in the evening's entertainment.

"Fool!" said a shrill voice beside it, "get him! kill him!"

This might just be an exaggerated way of encouragement, but Tuoba still looked at the speaker subconsciously.It found the white kitten still sitting on top of its neighbor.At the moment the kitten also seemed to have lost interest in the mint mix and was engrossed in watching the game, with a cold gleam in the one topaz eye.Whenever Vi missed an opportunity, his shaggy fur stood on end in exasperation.

Toba unconsciously forgot about the duel at the dinner table.It couldn't help but pay attention to the strange kitten, secretly observing its every movement and posture, as well as the black cloth eyepatch, the reflection of the lens faintly exposed under the overly spacious coat.It's all so weird.It monitors each other more closely and vigilantly.

Suddenly, the kitten rose from the top of its neighbor's head.

"Hey! Stick wimp!" he yelled. "I'll show you how to win!"

Even though the scene was noisy and loud, its high-pitched voice was full of a unique penetrating power.Wei heard what it said, and looked at it in amazement during the interval of singing.He met the kitten's eyes. No one in the audience knew what he saw, but he suddenly stopped still.

Kitten raises one front paw.Until then Toba found that its claws were different from others.There are also several small holes above the sharp edge—that is the muzzle aimed at Wei.

At that moment the gunfire rang out.Not many people hear it.And for those who have a close relationship with Wei, almost most of them missed the moment of life and death.

What are they doing?It's all little things.Vibe was knitting in the house, waiting for Vi to come back to announce her victory; Siwa was also attending the anniversary, but couldn't be in the same square with Vi; Yi was giggling, saying a funny word for the cat on the leash.Finally, there is one person who is special to Vi.The man wasn't at Memorial Day, but he wasn't at his house either.

In the front hall of house 3050, Ji Xun sat on a chair against the wall, quietly watching the woman who came out of the inner room.She is plump, more than three times taller than he is now, and has a pair of striking wide outer ears.As she brushed back her dark blue hair and looked at him with her pink eyes, the first terrible shots were heard in the banquet hall where the guests were reveling.

The pink-eyed woman smiled smugly, showing a master-like air.She had a light step and a haughty air.

"Day and night," she said slowly. "Day after day, in this city, the story never ends. For those who lack power, this is the eternity that can only be dreamed of."

Ji Xun put his hands on his knees and smiled faintly at her.He didn't show the slightest surprise, and that wasn't feigned composure.

"What should I call you?" said the pink-eyed woman, "Doctor? Or Ji Xun?"

"If you want a reliable name," Ji Xun replied, "0305 is a common name."

"Well, I think you know who I am, too."

"Yes. I'm not forgetful." Ji Xun replied, "Before entering here, I personally removed the nerve currents from you. Besides, I also heard about your deeds from your son. People Call you the most beautiful immortal, and earlier, you were the main architect of the splitter algorithm and the founder of the endless computing system. About your original full name—”

"Mr. Ji Xun," the woman said, "you can call me Zhu Er."

　Finished the procedure and left the hospital!very happy.

　　Get some monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)