Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1331 Do you want "face"?

Yelin looked at the beautiful figure in the sky, and asked thoughtfully, "Wanzi, Teacher Monica came back in such a hurry, there must be a very important project?"

"what?"

The ball that was stuffing potato chips into his mouth blinked and said vaguely: "I don't know. The teacher only said that eggshells have high research value, but he didn't say what it is for."

Originally, the assistant who was looking for materials this time should be Izzy who followed Monica, because ordinary people are not strong enough, and accidents may occur in the turbulent Harlem area.

As a result, that troublemaker Iqi rarely refused, and took his third-generation Mo Dao machine early this morning, and ran to Central Park to have a duel with Niwu.

Want to avenge the defeat of the first alliance to Niu!
As for the result, everyone in the library is betting that Izzy will lose in a few minutes.

The dinner is still skillfully prepared by Chef Xi, and other people help to make a start or something. The deep darkness of Harlem outside cannot block the warm light inside EX Dornier.

The curator is taking summary notes for the day as usual in the library. She is the only one who has the habit of keeping a diary. As for Fengying and Xiaoyu, those idiots who combine vigor and laziness may not be able to write a few lines in a month.

The sound of closing the door lightly disturbed her thoughts, and the tender fingers holding the pen paused immediately. The curator looked at the diary that was almost ready, and then put down the pen to stretch his slightly tired body.

She is a very competent and excellent secretary. Although the work of Wuxuan Town has been handed over to the bunny girl Rousselot, she has always been responsible for the responsibility of the secretary.

Now, that "boss" obviously has nothing to do.

"Thank you, let me rub your shoulders for you, and you have something to drink."

Ye Linqin quickly bolted the door, and held up the coffee in his hand again. It smelled rich and fragrant. He grinded it by himself at the bar, brewed it, and brought it over.

"You, if you can pinch your shoulders well, you will be a ghost."

The mature and intellectual curator didn't know that this was an excuse to prepare for a job change. The charming Rusi gave him a blank look, and leaned back on the bench, ignoring the cup of coffee.

If he's dishonest while drinking it, 100% will spill it on his uniform.

Sure enough, after only a few minutes of serious massage, his hands were like meteorites falling from the starry sky, following the buttonless collar of the GBL teaching uniform with an unstoppable momentum, grasping the food of the future curator.

"By the way, Yelin, do you have any guesses about Monica wanting Isis eggshells?"

The curator has always been gentle and pampering to him, with rosy cheeks but not shy, and took the initiative to throw a lace shell that was still warm on the desk where he was writing just now.

"It's true that there is a vague guess, but I'm not sure what she is for."

He couldn't put it down, twisted and pinched, and at the same time guessed and explained: "Do you still remember the golden light shining beside Monica, which looks like a human figure in the shape of a god?"

"of course I remember."

The curator nodded slightly and fell into the memory. When the hell dimension was opened by Schaller Fuzz, Monica, the leader of a first-class force, once publicly showed her mysterious trump card.

Although defeated by the conqueror, the power to exit gracefully and calmly!

It easily destroyed nearly a thousand terrifying hell demons in the Harlem area, and when the corpses piled up, it towered like a mountain.

The gentle and quiet lady Monica actually concealed such a violent method of killing, which also made many powerful people and forces in the demon world begin to re-examine the ancient library after the war.

Ye Lin sat down on the sofa in the corner of the library, and then patted his thighs. As an honorary believer of GBL and the guardian of the future leader, he has been diligent in paying the membership fee.

After taking off the wet and light headband, the curator directly put it on Yelin's head. It is a blessing for GBL to have such an ardent and dedicated believer.

As his one-on-one person in charge of collecting money, he naturally gave a warm welcome along the way, and the relationship was so close that it was hard to part.

"I confirmed to Herder before that the mysterious body manipulated by Mr. Monica is indeed the man-made experimental body in the ancient Terra era that should have carried the No. 13 Darkness of the Beginning."

Twelve "gods" were not satisfied with the comfort in front of them, they wanted to release the power sealed by Terra, and created No. 13 life forms.

Then, the mainland was filled with gunpowder and smoke, dyeing the entire sky red...

The creation of the new No.13 naturally needs a strong enough body to carry it. Therefore, the scientists headed by the sages were deceived and deceived, created No.13 bodies, and set off a war against King Terra.

In the end, before No.13 was successfully created, the great will came from the depths of the universe, the stalwart...

Later, the Ancestor of Terra underground chose the remorseful Herder, and she became the only apostle who did not experience the destruction of her body and her soul to find a carrier again, that is, the one who knew everything.

In order to accommodate the No. 13 dark "divine body", because of the highest standard of technological protection, it was lucky to survive the explosion.

The "divine body" manipulated by Monica symbolizes the highest achievement of the artificial man Hemon Cruz, and it is the artificial Biyana, a god!
Although Herder listed it as a taboo, and Monica also knew that her behavior was very inappropriate, but she couldn't help but be moved by the super strength and top-notch skills, as well as the exuberant curiosity of magicians.

The curator suddenly lowered his figure and stopped moving, frowning his brows as if he was planning something, after a few seconds or maybe a few minutes, the water in the spring river was warm, and it was out of control.

After recovering silently and panting for a long time, the curator supported his hot forehead, his eyes were soft and numb, and his breath was gentle, and said: "So, Monica may be trying to transfer the apostle energy of the eggshell to that ancient man-made creature. body?"

"It may also be other experimental projects, this is just a guess of mine."

The future food of the little curator is right in front of his eyes. The large portion of creamy cherry pudding has a mysterious power that makes people feel reassured.

Ye Lin took a deep breath and seemed to have a steady rhythm of mood, but suddenly he let out a sharp breath, trying to taste it for the little curator first.

The jaw was almost dislocated because it was opened too far.

…………

EX Dornier turned on quite bright lights, illuminating the roofs of skyscrapers, in this city of ruins, like a conspicuous lighthouse in the dark sea.

There was no space in the airship for Wanzi to experiment, so Wanzi, who was still not sleepy, hummed a song and beat on the roof, chewing a piece of candy in his mouth.

"Stingy cats, big snowmen, burning pumpkins, glowing bugs..."

Hiat came out to check if there was any abnormality around her, nodded slightly, and then deliberately mocked: "The lyrics are so naive, why don't you learn how to write lyrics from Seaman?"

"Well, I also think it's very naive." Maruko nodded slightly in agreement, then spread her hands to Hiate who was a little astonished, and smiled triumphantly: "This song is written by Izzy, not me. "

An enemy's enemy is a friend, and if Iqi can be hit, she doesn't mind echoing Fei Xi's words.

"Beautiful machinery, carrying good friends, don't be afraid, let's take an adventure together~~" Maruko continued humming.

Although the lyrics don't have much depth, this song, which seems to be only a "nursery rhyme", is actually quite catchy when sung smoothly.

"Hey, come out, Electric Rabbit!"

Maruko threw away the magical tools in her hand, loudly announcing the completion of her work, a huge light blue rabbit magical machine, and two front teeth were made vividly.

stab~
A blue arc of electric current flashed, and a puff of sparkling black smoke emerged from the gap where the electric rabbit was spliced ​​together, and then it disintegrated directly on the spot.

"Tsk tsk, big failure, pitiful." Hiate teased, then yawned sleepily, and asked, "When will you sleep? The airship will be locked."

"Are you wanting face?"

……

"Hey, stinky manhole cover, I asked you when to rest, you said I'm shameless, have you got fat?"

Hiate pinched the smooth and delicate face of the ball with two fingers, and she was a little awake, with bad eyesight.

"Uh~ no, I didn't say it!" Maruko struggled.

"Do you... want... faces?"

……

The deep and old voice came again faintly, full of the smell of decay.

Hiate suddenly came to her senses, turned around and drew her sword in one go, pointing to the crooked old man wrapped in a gray robe at the corner of the roof.

On the rooftops of buildings hundreds of meters high, in the dead and ruined cities, there are actually "living people" in the middle of the night, who climbed to the top and asked them if they "shall face".

"I have many faces, how about you?"

The old man's wrinkled cheeks were as dense as a woven bamboo mat. He slowly opened his robe, and there were indeed many faces on both sides of the skirt.

Human face!

(End of this chapter)