I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

Zhao Bai raised his head and looked at the door that needed to be looked back and forth to get a chance to see the whole picture. He looked at it carefully. The rippling golden brick wall was engraved with dense characters. It was the tip of the iceberg of the entire civilization, and everything was recorded in it.

"Just a librarian, what are you arrogant about?"

Zhao Bai took down the Xuanyuan Sword.

It seemed to be a sudden cowardice. A more extensive golden curtain wall stalked between it and Zhao Bai, blocking his attack, and the invisible sword qi rushed from the tip of Xuanyuan Sword, like a dazzling long river, slamming into the road. above the barrier.

[attack detected]

Ok?

This familiar voice is really moving, and the Dao Xing of the Taixu realm almost fell.

The supercomputer of the previous civilization [Prometheus], ​​its official setting is the image of a little loli with a spiral double ponytail. Zhao Bai just thought that the appearance was similar, but he did not expect that the voice was so similar.

How will it do it?

[Detected that the attack came from an internal subprogram: parallel world project, executes an alternate error program, and returns the error object to the origin...]

No, no, that's not going to work.

Zhao Bai was a little impatient, even the Taixu sword energy could not break through the golden defense for a while.

He sank.

As a prudent person, Zhao Bai has also considered the worst case. For example, now that the arsenal has left him, and his newly learned swordsmanship can't take advantage of the enemy, what else can he do?

His pupils jumped with a calm look.

Yuduchen exudes light, indicating the unrest under the calm, the dark tide surging under the ice, like an erupting underwater volcano.

For a better future, Zhao Bai is going to burn his past.

Chapter 299: Yunkai sees the sun

Awareness is ready from the start.

Therefore, when it was really necessary to sacrifice, it was an understatement. Zhao Bai's eyes burned the memory calmly. From birth to the plane crash in college, the long dark memory burned brightly.

Seventeen years and eight months.

The feather dust burned, the feathers fell, and the sword gas turned into a magnificent red, as if the whole world was burning.

combustion.

The sword energy shot out like a streamer.

The barrier of golden streamer vibrated, trying to support the existence of the barrier, bursts of light radiated from the door, the barrier was being strengthened, and the excited female voice without any emotion sounded out of time again.

[Error, the growth of the target exceeds the expectations of the body, and the emergency plan is about to be activated to strengthen the barrier defense...]

[Execution of deportation proceedings]

Inside the door, the golden brilliance is slowly condensing, and the Mimic · Second God Key is ruthlessly executing orders, opening up a void and expelling Zhao Bai from this world.

The strongest attack method doesn't work?

Zhao Bai frowned.

Maybe it's just not burning enough, and burning some memories may raise the power to a new level.

Holding the sword in one hand, he took out the ledger from his arms.

These gloomy memories record his life in St. Freya Academy. For example, a certain Theresa, who did not want to be named, often ate food and did not give money, and a certain Kaslana secretly copied her homework. recorded in these ledgers.

He opened it gently.

It's all in his own handwriting, showing the rigorousness of a bookkeeper, but it's also like a certain chef's broken thoughts, boundless resentment for those who eat the king's meal.

It's all ugly memories.

But now it seems to have a warm feeling, which is really strange.

Zhao Bai tore the page gently.

[On XX, XX, the principal of Theresa Academy drank me a cup of freshly squeezed bitter gourd juice for free. I wrote down the account first...]

The burning paper was like a butterfly, dancing in his eyes.

He tore up another page of the ledger.

The handwriting on it is a little vague, and Zhao Bai doesn't know what was written down. The dark memory has been burnt clean, and there is not a trace of haze in his memory, only the good is left.

Let it burn.

Dancing in the ashes.

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The burning paper lingered around him and flew, the ashes drifted and fell, the entire account book was torn clean, and the only remaining cover was thrown away by him, and fell into the deepest depths of the deepest quantum sea. He forgot, it was all to this point, the barrier should be broken to give face, but it backfired, it still stood stubbornly, and although it was crumbling, it was never washed away.

"My studies are still not at home."

Zhao Bai was a little emotional.

He tilted his head and finally reminisced about this months-long journey, from South Africa to Paris, from Paris to the North Pole, and then from the North Pole to the South Pole, both ending and starting at St. Freya Academy.

What a trip worth remembering.