The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

After Bei Zhikang finished his opening, the two hosts finally returned to normal.

Well, maybe not very normal. According to the normal process, the "business" would be put first anyway. But after the two hosts' touching speeches, someone actually went on stage to perform!

"It's just nonsense!"

Bei Zhikang's position was only two desks away from Li Cang. Dai Lihong did not deliberately suppress his voice. Li Cang heard it clearly. Then Bei Zhikang just glanced at Dai Lihong lightly, smiled, and signaled him to be patient.

There were several soldiers on the stage, several of whom were teachers that Li Cang felt familiar but could not name anyway. When they opened their mouths, they roared with passion, and it seemed that they would need at least several fully equipped symphony orchestras.

"Singing for the Motherland", "March of the Iron Torrent", "Fields of Hope", "One World"

The first program lasted for 22 minutes, with a chorus of sections. When they left the stage, nearly 200 teachers, especially the 20 or so lead singers, were already sweating profusely.

The host came on stage, thanked, gave a speech, and connected the previous and the next, and cleverly interspersed the current situation of the base, the human survivors, and the outlook for the future.

The audience could not calm down for a long time, and everyone was in turmoil, wanting to lie down but not yet.

The more oppressive the atypical period, the more people will indulge in empathy. In this situation, at this time, and at this place, you can hear such songs and see such performances, and the results and effects can be imagined.

The next program seemed much easier in comparison, and there were not so many meanings of pointing out the main idea and concise theme.

The performer was a young lady with gentle eyebrows and a fairy-like white robe dance costume. The style was somewhat biased towards Hanfu, with shoes, hairpins, and step-shaking, and a powdered face with a fresh makeup of Gushe Bingzi.

Solo dance, only a beam of light, has fully revealed the beauty.

But when the sound of the zither and the xiao was angry and high, the flower step-shaking seemed to have a soul, shining and flapping its wings. The young lady actually gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things, transforming into 72 identical dancers, with completely synchronized gaits, postures, and amplitudes, without any flaws.

At this time, the stage special effects such as lights and clouds were fully turned on, and the mist danced like a curtain, as if entering a fairyland!

"The clone is so good."

Li Cang was slightly stunned. The young lady herself was a very professional dancer, and with the blessing of the wishing skill, the performance effect was simply amazing.

"I am the insect swarm!"

This is Lao Wang's evaluation, very good, it makes people want to beat this guy into insect eggs.

After the dance, the young lady named Lin Xixian did not leave directly, but was left by the two hosts.

With the cooperation of the host, the terms, consumption, specific scope and limitations of the wishing skill were described in detail, and then the suggested usage of the destiny coin, sacrifice, and wishing were derived.

"Tsk, the seventy-two clones are as negligible as the main body in combat power. What a pity."

"If there is a strong combat power blessing, the base will obviously not use her as an example," Li Cang said, "There is a problem with the terms. The clone only inherits the initial physique of the main body and will not grow in the future. This kind of terms will probably not be too expensive. Also, Lao Wang, aren't you asking too much? She is a dancer, not a martial artist. She is also a civilian now. What combat power indicators do you want?"

"I just said it casually," Lao Wang raised his eyebrows, "She has existed for a long time. Do you think being her boyfriend will be a bit hard?"

What are you talking about? It's a joke. How can such a cunning person like Li Cang have a mouth?

"Huh~"

Li Lace then retracted her gaze and snorted.

The female host Pei Qian thanked Miss Lin Xixian and said in a clear and melodious voice:

"There is such a group of people who have been contributing to the construction of the base since the most difficult period when the base was built. They are men, women, old and young. Some have become glorious soldiers, some are still shining and speaking in their respective positions, and some have quietly sacrificed——"

"Today, we invited a small number of them to come to the scene to accept the commendation as representatives and receive this heavy honor on behalf of everyone. Welcome: Yan Zi, deputy captain of the 71st hunting team, Wang Yang, a member of the 23rd collection team, Cheng Zhihuan, a member of the 19th obstacle clearance team, Qian Hao, the 8th garrison regiment, Sun Tianyi, chief physician of the orthopedics department of the base hospital, Yin Yiyi, head teacher of the 5th grade 8th class of the fourth primary school of the base, and Bao Ruohong, deputy director of the biological materials discipline of the first research institute"

There are more than 180 names, and it feels like the two hosts are almost short of oxygen after reading them.

For the commendation, what was issued was the favorite of the Xunzong: the medal, which was personally worn on each person's chest by Bei Zhikang and others.

Li Cang always felt that this kind of empty stuff was meaningless, and then something of practical significance came -

A full 60,000 work points card, each person.

According to the current prices of Base 7, 60,000 work points are enough to buy a fairly good two-story single-family house, which can be said to be generous, but the difference is also revealed after such a comparison. You have to know that Li Cang got the coin of fate at that time!

"It's so-so," said Lao Wang, "This wave of bases is not petty."

When more than 180 people came down from the stage, Li Cang, who was distracted when reading the names just now, suddenly noticed that Suo Zhihui's five-man team was also among them.

Both sides were stunned.

Suo Zhihui, Lang Shuai, Yongjian, Meng Fanran, and Chi Sangzi stared at Li Cang and the other two sitting in the first row in disbelief, looked at Rao Qifang, and then looked at the nameplate on the table, as if they had suddenly realized something.

The four men thought they had mastered some key element, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but contain a mixture of 3-point contempt and 7-point envy.

Suo Zhihui was fine, but she quickly reacted and gave Li Cang a gentle and sweet smile.

Li Cang had no choice but to give a polite response that met social expectations.

"Oh, the big tengu roars the dog~"

Li Laisi murmured something as Suo Zhihui passed by, and Suo Zhihui's expression suddenly became stiff.

"I said, it's almost done," Li Cang couldn't laugh or cry, "Where is this?"

"What, you feel bad?"

"I￥%"

Just shut up.

This is not a question of whether you can beat it or not. The main thing is that there is no need to make it embarrassing.

The performance continued, occasionally interspersed with a few commendation items appropriately, and the waiters also wore flower and butterfly-like cloth dishes to serve drinks, mostly cold dishes and desserts, not very rich, just a delicate and beautiful place, and the people in the audience were on one side. Watch the performance and applaud, occasionally raise a glass and chat in a low voice or something like that

Overall, the atmosphere is harmonious and relaxed, but not chaotic or noisy.

The audience in the audience communicated with each other:

"Well, is this show a sand painting?"

"It can't be that simple. Besides, the sand painting uses a flat template to ensure the effect. If you perform on the stage, you need to use a special lighting panel to prevent the canvas from hanging."

"Hush, it's starting!"

I saw a skinny girl with messy hair and sunken eyes walking on the stage. She looked very sloppy. Her clothes were covered with grease paint and she had no makeup at all. She was holding a large and thick brush in her hand.

Click.

He came up blankly and bowed at 90 degrees. He didn't say any unnecessary words and just started writing and splashing ink.

The canvas was very large, and she occasionally had to use a ladder. There was silence and no soundtrack, so the sound of moving the ladder was particularly harsh.

As her brush fell and moved away, the pure black ink evolved into brilliant colors, one by one, as if they were glowing.

"No matter how beautiful others are, whether they have a beautiful family background or a beautiful wife, I don't envy them at all. I only envy those guys who have artistic talent." Lao Wang smacked his lips and sighed, "I can't learn from this. This is amazing. It's so wonderful. !”

Just, what should I say?

Some people once thought that possessing prayers meant possessing the whole world. However, the fact is that a large number of people who had already started working hard before the apocalypse disaster should be hung up or hung up, and various skills should be hung up.

One version after another, one god after another, the strongest ones are still just humans!

emmm, Master Wang is one of the people who expresses envy.

For example, things like painting, musical instruments, extralingual materialization, history, geography, political knowledge, etc., but when combined with prayer, it still seems unattainable, a complete blind spot!

As we all know, the combat power that knowledge + prayer + imagination can unleash is unimaginable by ordinary people.

Otherwise, Lao Wang, who claims to be a great technical expert every day, why don't you see him making a Gundam and conquering the world?

Is it because he has no brains, yes, or no?

No, no

This stems from the double poverty of physical and mental, not only lack of brains but also lack of money.

The stage of version bonuses is already in the past. What about a certain jewelry brand security team working with the warehouse manager to sacrifice the vault to gain a large sum of destiny coins? What about the super-realm awakening on the first day of the disaster and punching the foot of the Nanshan tiger? Kick the Beihai old turtle

This kind of thing may happen again, but it will not happen commonly. Destiny coins lack normal channels for use, and they may not be able to be converted into combat power and life span with high quality.

The previous doppelgänger and the leading painter in front of me, aren’t they still students in the “Arts” major? It doesn’t seem like it’s easy to “blame” the reason on the base’s ironing protection, right?

Ahem. That’s too far off topic.

The young lady who painted the painting moved freely and freely, without stopping. The painting in front of her was just a fake of the picture in her mind, and it was as light as a feather.

As time goes by, each stroke of the outline begins to fade away and shine, and the glory is already there before the painting is completed.

"Um, can you tell what she's drawing?" Lao Wang looked a little embarrassed, "Don't animals like them have to hit something here and there with a hammer and stick to make people confused in order to look professional?"

Li Cang: emmm

To be honest, Li Cang didn't understand it either. He just felt that the person painted was most likely not a human being.

nonsense!

The last stroke seems to be such a casual stroke, and the ink stains spread out almost across the entire painting.

That's it?

Is this the end?

The stage lights went out, and almost everyone frowned, confused.

However, the transformation has just begun, and one stroke across the painting is like the finishing touch. It turns into a sunset glow as red as a sword pointing at the setting sun, or like the morning glow that conquers the fire when the sun rises, making the entire painting appear and disappear without any rules. The light integrates and unifies, turning into rugged and undulating mountains in the void and above the clouds!

The whole painting is majestic and majestic, with a majestic and eye-catching power that shocks people's hearts.

As impressive as the visual feast is, the written description is lacking.

The people in the audience were in an uproar. The DNA had been moved. No matter what the occasion was, a soul cry burst out sonorously——

"Fuck! Fuck!"

This is not yet over. The sun is turning into bright colors, the clouds are smearing out of the paper, the undulating mountains like crouching dragons are emitting the deep chirping of birds and beasts, fallen leaves are falling, vines are winding, and the fragrance of flowers is astonishing.

Li Cang narrowed his eyes and looked away. The mountains, falling leaves, and moving clouds that seemed to unfold slowly in front of him, making people think they were already in them, suddenly disappeared. When his eyes fell back on the painting, the repeated scene appeared before his eyes again.

"Wow~"

Thunderous applause!

The thin, small, sloppy girl on the stage twitched her lips stiffly, and finally smiled a little.

She bowed deeply, pulled the canvas and swung it hard, and the horizontal scale that lifted the canvas turned with her movements, showing the back of the canvas to everyone.

The same position, the same outline, the same angle

The force penetrated the back of the paper, but what was reflected was something completely different from the front: a giant beast!

The giant beast stepped on the ground with magma flowing, and the smoke and dust were not up to its knees. It was looking up and roaring at a broken planet with a pale halo.

"Roar~"

The vastness beside the ears was like the roar of a giant beast from ancient times, which made everyone's blood agitated, and they whistled and clapped their hands to cheer.

The audience discussed:

"Big dragon? Overlord?"

"It looks like the Storm Dragon King in the Valley of the Dead, but not quite. It seems to be true but not true. I like this giant beast so much!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

Bei Zhikang stood up excitedly-

"Good, what a good painting! What a little girl with a diamond heart and a lotus face!"

"There are hills and valleys in the chest, mountains and rivers in the eyes, flowers in the heart, swords in the hands, a compassionate heart, and diamond means!"

"Good!!"

Even Bei Zhikang was so excited, let alone others.

The enthusiasm, excitement, and excitement of everyone in the auditorium were truly manifested under the glow of the painting, steaming like clouds, and everyone empathized and was hot.

However, at this moment, the thin girl on the stage suddenly trembled, and her dark and bright eyes suddenly became covered with a layer of shadow and blood, becoming as scarlet as a predatory beast hiding in the depths of the dark night.

Those materialized emotions surged into the mouth of the giant beast in the painting, and disappeared like a whale sucking water.

"What's the matter? She doesn't seem to be right."

"Don't make any mistakes!"

"Uh"

Bei Zhikang turned his head to look somewhere, and immediately several staff members climbed onto the stage carefully, trying to check the situation of the thin girl.

As they gradually approached, there was a commotion in various places under the stage

Everyone had sat down, but more than a dozen people were still standing motionlessly. They suddenly raised their hands in unison, looked up at the sky and muttered to themselves, as if they were performing some strange and sneaky ritual.

In the blink of an eye, the mumbling turned into a sharp scream full of pain and mania.

"Show yourself!"

"Purify!"

"Those who disrespect my Lord!"

"A place where filth and dirt are hidden!"

Blood suddenly appeared, and the bodies of more than ten people melted rapidly from bottom to top like candles. The melted flesh and blood emitted a thick blood light that was indescribably strange and hateful, rising to their raised palms.

Boom!

More than ten blood lights meandered back into the painting, the curtain burst, and the beast in the painting suddenly came to life!

Such a scene can be called fantasy.

Everyone in the auditorium has not come back to their senses, and a hideous beast with a height of more than 15 meters, surrounded by lightning and black clouds, has jumped out of the painting, swelled up in the wind, and crushed the stage with one foot.

"Roar~"

Roar again, and the bloody wind blows in the face!

Static electricity made everyone in the auditorium have afro hair.

I prepared a lot, just like chapters 225~232, but I realized that I couldn't write it. I mentioned it in a roundabout way. Now it seems abrupt. Please try to understand. There is really no good way.