MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-~ Diggers (21) Diary

"sister!"

Gus flew over to Gray, just in the arms of his retired sister.

Gray's face is pale, shortness of breath, and the wet back is a scar of flesh and blood.

Although it is a boxing genius, there are four mechanical interlocks of infinite ammunition. However, there are many people chasing the soldiers. Under the blessing of the gods, they are like crazy tigers, and they are not afraid of death. They still cause heavy damage to the buds.

The rain did not stop at all. The soy-sized raindrops licked like a venom to the wound, and the wound quickly turned white, shaking like a baby's lips.

"Go, let's find a place to hide!"

Gus never saw her sister being so seriously injured, showing a weak side.

After the first murder, some kind of power secretly grew in his heart. He didn't know where the power came from, and he supported the grebe. He was shallow and shallow, and drifted in the rain and mud.

Finally, before the power is exhausted and the mudslides are buried, find a land that is still relatively high and will not be submerged, relatively dry.

Deep in the cave, there is a nest of branches and weeds that have been pressed very soft and warm.

It should be the home of bears and beasts, but they did not find the shadow of the bear.

Even if it is really scared, Gus holds a chain of mechanical reverie, I can explode the bear's head at a glance.

Gray fell in the bear's lair, biting his lips, dumping the contents of the rucksack, and found a medical agent.

Gus helped her with the medicine and bandaged, and took two pills. She just took a sigh of relief and fell asleep.

Grey's sleep is very unsteady, even in his sleep, he still twitches nervously, making a sharp scream, like fighting an enemy in a nightmare.

Gus never encountered this situation and could not help but ask Lu Qingchen: "We, can we get past and arrive in the south to find the 'steam army'?"

The devil spread his hand and said: "I hope so.

Grey woke up once before dawn.

At this time, her whole body was hot and hot, her face was unnaturally flushed, and even a white mist appeared on her forehead.

"Sister, you have a fever."

Gus said in horror, "You are like a bunch of torches burning!"

"Ok."

With the help of his younger brother, Grey drank two large sacs of water, and after eating and eating two pieces of smashed, adding the animal fat to the glutinous cake, he took a breath and said, "Gus, listen. At the bottom of the rucksack, there is a sewed pocket, which is the diary of Dad. It records the way to go to the South to find the 'Steam Army'. You can take a look now, then burn your father's diary. Can not fall into the hands of the boxing temple.

"Remember, if I can't really stand it, you alone, you have to go to the South to find the 'Steam Army'. They are the only people who can help you survive and avenge your father. Do you understand?"

"Sister, what are you talking about!"

Gus eyes widened. "I won't leave you alone. You can definitely hold on!"

"I mean ‘if’.”

Gree smiled bitterly. "Our enemy is the temple of the boxing, and even... it is the **** of the gods, "I can certainly support the past." Do you not feel too optimistic? Rest assured, I am still okay, those just from the iron fist I graduated from school and entered the boxing hall for a few years. How could I have to get my life? But in case of encounters, I can’t guarantee it.

"Go, go see Dad's diary, that is your responsibility, but also your power!"

After saying this, my sister fell asleep again.

Gus took a deep breath and used a knife to tear open the pocket at the bottom of the rucksack.

Inside is a very beautifully framed notebook, drawing a mysterious and complicated pattern. Gus has never seen such a thing, which means that the tools and even the machinery needed to make a notebook are extremely precise.

Open the title page with a sentence on it, Gus eye-catching, and you can see at a glance that it is the handwriting of Dad.

Dad trembled and wrote: "Our world is a lie?"

This problem caused Gus's pupil to suddenly shrink and looked up at the demons around him.

“Hey, is it a lie, depending on your definition of ‘lie?’

Lv Dengchen touched his nose and said faintly, "From a certain perspective, all the worlds are a false lie, and the meaning of life is to find and cultivate the only truth in countless lies. That is probably the case. ?"

Gus could not understand the words of the devil.

He continued to look at his father's diary.

The diary was written with a very fine brushstroke. Gus never saw such a note. It was like a fly head, which can write words very small but extremely clear.

Such a handwriting must be written with a very fine nib, plus a very smooth ink supply system.

This is a very deep and mechanistic technique. It is a deep hate of the Boxing Temple.

Anyway, in the town of Chijin, Gus has never seen such a fine, so clear and beautiful handwriting.

It’s just this diary that falls into the hands of the boxing temple, which is enough to condemn the father’s death, not to mention the remarks in the diary that are so bad or even mad.

My sister is not lying,

Dad is the first person to enter the devil, and the sister just inherits his father's legacy.

Gus sighed and took a towel and gently put it on his hot forehead. This continued to look. In the diary, Dad wrote:

"Tiequan calendar 10235, May 7.

"This is impossible!

"The power of the boxing **** is invincible. There is no demon evil, sorrow and sorrow. It can compete with the iron fist. It is a illusion. This kind of 'steam machine' cannot output such powerful power!"

"Tiequan calendar 10235, July 2nd.

"Today, I once again used the 'steamer' to output the power of the 'Fist of the Deep Sea'. This is the fifth test in seven days, which means that as long as some broken iron and enough fuel, even if An ordinary person with no hands on the strength of the chicken can blast out the combat power of the martial arts genius for decades.

"If this is true, then what is the significance of the martial arts genius suffering for decades?

"My world has collapsed. The iron fist is the only truth. Is the boxing **** really the only true God?"

"If 'the power of machinery and steam' is really so useful, if our world can popularize the 'power of machinery and steam' in the first three or five thousand years, then the people of Limin will not have to suffer in the ravages of the beasts. For many years, can we become a unique spirit of all things, and what will our world be like?

"Why do you want to deceive us, don't tell the world clearly, the power of machinery and steam is so powerful?"