Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng thought about it for a long time, but of course he didn't come up with it.

If it were so easy, the disaster principals would not choose the previous path.

Then Lao Liu asked him to dispatch Battlestar.

After sending a message through the mysterious passage, the female captain of Battlestar made a request:

"Please find a way to help us clean up those four giants."

"It has been cleaned up." Wen Rensheng replied directly.

The four giants were created by Xiao Huan and Ahhandeb. He said a word in his heart and he did it.

"Ah, so powerful? It was there just now, but it's gone now. How did you do it?" the female captain was shocked.

"Oh, this is a quantum resonance, coordination effect... In short, everyone who understands understands." Wen Rensheng said nonsense in a serious manner.

Indecisive, quantum mechanics, inexplicable, parallel space-time.

always right.

"Well, it seems that you have more black technology than we do."

Without any worries, Battlestar immediately helped them send the out-of-control Hulk in the seal all the way to a certain star system five thousand years ago.

This star system, before it only had a scientific name.

Now it has a unique name: "The Hulk Graveyard".

Wen Rensheng watched as the Hulk was thrown on one of the planets.

This planet is far from the star, has a stony surface, is extremely cold, and has only some glaciers at the poles.

He thought about it, dug out a rock cave to bury the Hulk, and gave the Hulk a stone tablet:

"Hulk."

"Hulk."

"Whether it's film or reality, he's always the one most vulnerable to betrayal."

"Born in 1996, died in 2028."

This was his last mercy.

After returning to Battlestar, Wen Rensheng saw that a wedding banquet was being held here - the wedding of the female captain and the fighter pilot Gila.

The crowd sang and danced happily.

what is this?

Do you dance on the grave?

Your sadness is the happiness of others.

Without the threat of the planet giants, the wedding of the two will naturally come naturally.

Amy, the spaceship brain that has a crush on Gila, didn't come out to make trouble.

This made Wen Rensheng a little strange, so he asked casually, "Amy, you don't seem to care?"

"Hahaha," Amy said with a smug smile, "I often read your human fairy tales recently, and found a characteristic that when the princess and the prince get married, there is no story. Do you know why?"

"Because marriage is the grave of love. I understand, you let them get married to bury their love, and then you can take advantage of it." Wen Rensheng guessed it.

This spaceship is really not that easy to give up.

"Che, you are too smart, it's really boring." Amy said angrily.

Wen Rensheng shook his head, then sat in Robotech and returned to Earth.

He didn't care about such trivial matters.

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After returning to Earth, he learned a piece of news that the Inspectorate was also concocting the myth of Dongzhou.

There are so many gods and gods in Dongzhou mythology that the ancients had to come up with a special "True Immortal Industry Bitmap" to sort out the relationship between them.

There are various gods, big and small, and most people don't understand the ins and outs of them.

He wasn't interested in it, as long as it wasn't tossing him.

However, the benefits are obvious. After a few months, many cities have become much cleaner, and the frequency of mysterious incidents has been greatly reduced.

No wonder the Inspector Division could not restrain this impulse.

After all, their roots are still in Dongzhou.

Even with the development of the galaxy, the sense of cultural belonging will not change for the foreseeable generations.

Go home and rest for a few days.

Wen Rensheng remembered another thing.

His other master, Ji Zhengyan, seems to have not seen him for a long time.

How many years must it be?

Has the old man done his own thing?

Remember that the old man wanted to resurrect his son, and the son's mother.

Ji Zhengyan and the child's mother were only in love, and they didn't know that the other party had a child at the time.

Wen Rensheng was grateful for his extraordinary memory, otherwise, it would be difficult to remember this.

There is no way, he has been doing great things that can break the sky recently.

The viewing angle is too high, and it is easy to ignore the people around you.

Only someone like him who pursues perfection in everything will pay attention to these details.

Wen Rensheng then made a few calls and learned about Ji Zhengyan's current situation.

It turned out that the other party had parted ways with Wang Mingtang.

The reason is very simple. The solution given by Wang Mingtang made him very dissatisfied. He could only revive the child, but not the mother, and the child had no memory after being resurrected.

Wang Mingtang wanted to become a god, and the inspection department contacted him and said that he would meet his requirements.

But Wang Mingtang is not stupid, he is very clear that using the fragmented world to become a **** is different from using faith to become a god.

He refused the help of the Inspectorate Division and was working alone.

However, the master Ji Zhengyan has become a game player, traveling through various worlds, looking for a better resurrection plan...

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"Yujian rides the wind to eliminate demons in the world. Talking and laughing at Fenglin is late, and if you have wine, you will be a fairy."

Ji Zhengyan was lying on a carriage and drinking with his head up.

The carriage was stumbling, but he didn't notice it.

Drinking and drinking, he sneezed a few times.

"Someone must be thinking about me, it must be the second apprentice. The first apprentice only knows how to live with salted fish, so he won't worry about my life or death."

Ji Zhengyan sighed, threw the wine gourd aside, and fell asleep directly.

"Grandpa Lao Ji, here I come!"

A little girl fell from the sky and stepped directly on his belly.

"I, poof!" Ji Zhengyan took a mouthful of old wine and almost spit it out.

"Xiao Huan, you girl, can you feel sorry for my old bones?" He patted Xiao Huan's head.

Xiao Huan's mouth crooked: "Cut, I have no weight at all, it's all due to your psychological effect."

"Okay, where is my apprentice?" He looked around, but didn't see Wen Rensheng.

"Old Wen is sleeping at home, he asked me to take care of you, what an irresponsible adult." Xiao Huan took the opportunity to complain.

"Oh, he's doing big things. I heard a lot of big things he's done recently. It's good, and he didn't lose my face." Ji Zhengyan said with relief.

"Che, he didn't do anything, he just watched all day, he was more leisurely than Lao Ai." Xiao Huan disagreed.

"A good fighter has no great achievements, you have to understand him."

The two talked as if no one else was there.

And the real owner of the carriage, a caravan, is driving slowly on the dirt road.

No one could see the two of them, and no one could hear the conversation between them.

The caravan went to Huxiaobao, where a medicine is produced, which is said to have the effect of bringing back the dead.

And the fort does not produce food, they just exchange food for medicine.

I don't know how long ago, a loud shout disturbed the caravan.

"Leave the chariots and horses food, and people can get out!"

Dozens of bandits, armed with large knives and spears, sprang from the roadside, blocking the way of the caravan.

However, the next moment, a white mist floated up, and the bandits turned around and ran.

Not long after running, they disappeared in the white fog.

The caravan leader was both surprised and delighted, and it was not the first time that such a thing had happened.

Every time he thought he was going to take his life, but every time the robbers on the road would encounter the white fog, and then they would be scared away.

"The goddess of luck was right. That mist must be his messenger. After I go back, I will offer three bags of wheat to his temple. Forget it, it's still three bags of millet."

The caravan leader calculated with distress and mirth.

The wagon convoy eventually came to a castle built on a hilltop.

As long as you look at its location, you can know why it needs to buy food~www.readwn.com~ The mountains and rocks are rugged, except for a few weeds, no other plants can be regenerated.

"Strange, boss, how can such a broken place produce drugs that can bring back the dead?" the caravan accountant wondered.

"I heard that the entrance to the abyss is suppressed here, maybe they got the gift of the gods." The leader of the caravan said casually.

Anyway, as long as they buy the drugs, they can make a lot of money when they go back.

The profits are very rich, and one trip can be a hundred times more profitable, but the danger is also very great.

Only food is received here, but the transportation of food is troublesome, low in value, and large in quantity. Only business groups organized by the military can deliver it.

Private caravans are hopeless.

Before leaving, the leader of the caravan received a revelation from the goddess of luck, saying that he could arrive smoothly this time, so he gathered several large caravans and led the group over.