Chapter 968: A Piece of Great News?

What kind of existence is the rogue goddess Bingtis, such a weirdo, in the first family?

It's hard to say, just like many people who hang out with our family all day long, no one can explain how this female gangster became so calm and logical that she became a near-constant tenant or even half of the owner of the family. My sister and I are both. That kind of special tolerant character, and the family members who were added later basically took us as the core, and unswervingly implemented the way of being a person who has no heart and no lungs. This led to the first family's The members are always expanding in an almost elegant way, and the scope is becoming more and more unclear. To be fair, there are only a few people in this family who can be called the mistress and head of the family. It is better to count Pandora and a small group, but In fact, in the minds of my sister and I, anyone who lives in a big house and fights all day long can be considered our family - including a certain ghost maid who will cry and howl in the living room at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the recent A fox-dog who has only been here a few months and is always treated as a doormat.

Bingtis and the five protoss gangs headed by her are the special envoys of the God Realm stationed in the capital of the empire. Their other identities are Sandora's old bad friends and Dingdang's idiot subordinates, but they are so majestic. Having been with my family for so long, I even feel that they are my own family. Monina is a little sister who likes to cook and is a bit willful, and Erson is a brother who has a bad mouth and a lot of bad habits. , Kense is the kind of elder who makes peace with others, while Lin is the timid younger sister who is always bullied by her brothers and sisters but yet is cared for by everyone. As for Bingtis, she should be regarded as the unworthy eldest sister, or the best friend who can almost be regarded as a family member - this is the strange position of the five-person protoss group in our family.

Of course, the above can only be regarded as my own feelings and cannot really be linked to age. It would be pointless if you talk about age with the immortal guys like the Protoss. If you pick a random one among them who can walk upright, he will basically be better than the third person on earth. A coelenterate has a long history, including Lin, who I bullied as my younger sister...

Because they are already regarded as family members. So when Bingtis suddenly revealed the news that she was about to go on an expedition, I didn’t react for a moment. When I did, I couldn’t accept it. Of course, I knew that this must be very difficult for her. It's a normal thing, but I just don't feel very comfortable. At this time, I can probably imagine why Mercury Lamp and Saeko always get into trouble every time I go on an expedition. Taking into account the Protoss' concept of time, I really don't know how many years Bingtis plans to go on the expedition...even if my family has already jumped into the circle of immortality. I'm really not sure whether I can adapt to this kind of life where I can just "come back later" and jump hundreds of years at a time.

"You know. The God Realm has been sending expeditionary troops to various places in the void. Several members of the God Clan form a battle group. A battle group leads hundreds of high-level divine servants. Several battle groups then form a battle sequence. The battle sequence is the unit. , we take turns embarking on expeditions, endlessly attacking the abyss defense line anywhere in the void." Bingtis said, "Actually, we really want to talk about the history of war. The history of your empire is incomparable to that of the gods. We and the abyss Even Father God himself can hardly remember the time of fighting. According to the expedition timetable obtained not long ago, I have been incorporated into the expeditionary force and serve as the supreme commander of a battle sequence. Well, that is, leading a group of people. This concubine is quite familiar with helping my younger brother make trouble for others. In fact, this task is quite boring. Leading a new recruit is always not as fun as leading a bunch of old hooligans out to play in the gym. But that's the rule. Strong strength The high-level gods are obliged to lead ordinary gods to fight against the abyss in order to quickly cultivate qualified soldiers."

I thought about it for a while and became a little uninterested: "Sometimes I feel that you are not like gods. Although you have the authority to manage the world, look at what you do, such as repairing houses, collecting rent, accepting customer complaints, and you have to work all the time. You guys are fighting with the evil forces that invade the community, and you are going to go on an expedition when you say it is, and even being a police officer in the city is more leisurely than you."

"There's nothing we can do about it, we are gods."

Bingtis said what may be the most philosophical thing he has ever known me, "Mortals will always pray to their Lord when they can't survive, so who will save God?"

I was immediately struck speechless by the cruel religious truth that came my way. I thought to myself that the tens of millions of years of life experience of this guy in front of me was really not something to boast about. It was the first time I saw him squatting on a stone with a toothpick in his mouth and he could still do it. Make a Socratic statement about complaining about work.

"God has the hardest job in the void, bar none," Bingtis almost chewed the toothpick in his mouth, "because we don't have another higher-level idol to pray to or fantasize about. Every god needs to learn how to The first thing is: You are the last mountain. When everything is leaning on you, the only thing you can do is not to fall down. This sentence is written in every textbook in the divine world. Let us start from From the beginning of literacy, he realized that all his missions cannot be given up. Therefore, no matter how good a god is, he will never make mistakes within the scope of his responsibilities. Even that messy and strange Tinker Bell once had a world because of Of course, you probably don’t know the experience of working around the clock with wrong tree parameters.”

...I have absolutely no idea.

"God, the first of the final dogmas is to never shirk your responsibilities," Bingtis suddenly stood up and faced the bonfire in the distance, with a strange look on his face, and his long silver-white hair flying in the sea breeze, and with it. The moonlight reflected a silvery glow, and the ruffian female gangster finally looked as holy as a goddess at this moment, "After all, we have no room for shirk, who made us gods. This is why the gods regard the Xiling Apostles as their best friends. , because you are the only ones who only talk about God when they curse others..."

"The Xiling Apostle from the old empire still cursed people?" I said awkwardly.

"What do you think? They also have tempers."

"Then when will you leave?" I looked at Bingtis, who was as radiant as the moonlight goddess under the night. He said in a somewhat depressed mood, after all, this was his best friend, and he was about to leave suddenly, and he felt uneasy.

"Soon, military orders will be coming," Bingtis sighed softly and looked up at the moon, "probably more than two thousand years later."

…

this moment. I was as stupid as the big rocks around me. In the rustling sea breeze, I started to look back and forth with three-quarters of the whites of my eyes at this female gangster who was still looking like a moon goddess with a melancholy look on her face, thinking in my mind. How can I beat her - let me tell you this, if I couldn't beat her, I would have fallen out by now!

I should never have discussed timescales with this guy in the first place!

"Fuck. It made me depressed for a long time, you know?"

I squatted on the rock and said in a fit of anger. Bingtis glanced at me in surprise: "Huh? Are you still depressed just now? It seems that I am not treating you as a friend in vain. You are so loyal! But isn't this matter worth worrying about? Two thousand years! In another two thousand years, I will have to live the exciting life of beating people's brains out on the front line. Don't you think this is a very cruel thing for a beautiful girl? Two thousand years in the blink of an eye. It’s over!”

"Then you blink really slowly."

I rolled my eyes at Bingtis rudely, and turned towards the largest bonfire to accompany my girls. Now it was full of smoke. Optimistically, I guess the group of Nagas finally jumped and buried themselves in it. …

It seems that these guys at home have been suppressed for too long. For a homebody who is naturally bored, being stuck at home may not be a big deal, but for a family where 80% of the members have a serious excess of energy, not having to travel for half a year is simply an unimaginable disaster ( Going out to fight is not considered traveling). Especially Qian Qian, she most likely inherited the genes from an archaeologist from her father. Her favorite thing is to run around wildly. She and her father are almost the same model except that they don't dig up ancestral graves. So today I finally got the chance to come out and have fun. She was extremely noisy, and the bonfire party lasted until past eleven o'clock at night, and at the end she even set off fireworks with great enthusiasm...

The fireworks on Quel'Danas can definitely eclipse any fireworks show anywhere on earth. The world has the clearest night sky, this island has the most pleasant sea breeze, and more importantly, we have the most beautiful scenery around us. The most powerful mage of Dalaran and the most imaginative commander in chief.

When Qian Qian set off all the ordinary fireworks she brought from the earth into the sky, the mages and druids from Silvermoon City and the Salvation Army base were all aroused to a more innovative giant magic. The teacher first fired an exploding fireball into the sky, and then others followed suit. All kinds of weird magic missiles began to hit the sky in an endless stream. Once again, I saw from these innovative Salvation Army soldiers that magic can still be done. Used in this way, those arcane missiles launched in clusters, exploding into a large ball of explosive fireballs, lightning chains woven into patterns, and even the fire phoenix soaring into the sky with brilliant arcane light all over Quel'Dana's mind. The night here was rendered like an abstract painting by Van Gogh. Except for a few mages who threw ice arrows into the sky and were knocked down and beaten, the fireworks show was almost perfect.

Of course, there are also people who are dissatisfied with fireworks, such as Pandora and Viska. After many attempts to secretly set up anti-aircraft guns in the corner, these two little girls were ordered not to throw anything into the sky.

What was originally just an ordinary seaside vacation was turned into a grand event on Quel'Danas by Qian Qian, a girl with special talents, like a carnival that broke out without warning. Later, this gradually turned into a festival that spread throughout the world of Azeroth. In the second month of autumn every year, all races in Azeroth would set off fireworks, hold barbecues and bonfire parties, and the respected mages would They also take to the streets to perform magic sparks for civilians for free, and all beaches will burn a huge bonfire that can last all night to commemorate this day on the island of Quel'Danas. Things in the world are so wonderful. You can never imagine why some inconspicuous things will eventually become a custom or even a worldwide culture. The origin of the Dragon Boat Festival is just a group of fishermen on the Miluo River. The firecrackers during the Spring Festival may just be... Some kid on a whim threw a few bamboo splinters into the fire on the holiday - he might even have fried his hands, since December 25th was Christmas. In fact, it’s just to celebrate the birthday of the Son of God—then January 25th is also the full moon of Jesus, so why is no one celebrating it?

To put it bluntly, things like festivals and culture are just the whims of a group of people. After the amplification of the butterfly effect and the polishing of time, they turned into the restlessness of a group of people. Later, residents of the world of Azeroth also studied this The origin of the festival comes from the blood elves insisting that since the first autumn fireworks took place on the island of Quel'Danas, there is no doubt that this festival was promoted by the blood elves. The trolls believed that this festival should be attributed to the giant magician who was the first to throw exploding fireballs into the sky that night. The goblins took out some old account books to list how much economic contribution their clan made that night, but later The naming rights of this festival still have to fall into the hands of Qian Qian. With a stroke of her pen, Qian Qian decided to designate this day as the Azeroth Mid-Autumn Festival...

This is simply a disaster in the history of culture, because people who came from Azeroth later have always been confused about who is correct about the Mid-Autumn Festival on Earth and Azeroth, in their traditional customs. August and fifteen are like hooks...

Of course, the above are all things for later.

The second day of the family trip. As always, I lay on the beach and sunbathed with the two great gentlemen, Ilson and Kenser. Like three decadent retired cadres, Ilson did not ask anyone to bury him in the sandpit today because last time he was buried for twelve hours by his sister using curses and quicksand spells. However, he still wore his clothes. The golden armor that had probably grown into his flesh was as bright as the sun at 12 noon when the sun shone in. Kenser felt that the sun was not evenly basking on his body, so he looked for an angle next to Ilson. I don't even know how such an old man with a face like Zeus could be so cruel to do such a stupid thing.

As for me, I try to stay away from these two idiots who are no longer old. Hiding under the shady parasol, take care of the ghost maid lying limply on the sun lounger.

The finale of last night's fireworks show was provided by Anweina - she was knocked down.

"Master. As the maid, Anweina should be taking care of you, right..."

The little maid on the balcony said weakly, her face full of frustration. Yesterday Qianqian played more and more crazily, and in the end the entire island of Quel'Danas was like a carnival. This made the ghost maid who was already afraid of strangers even more unhappy. We dared to get close to the ground, but we didn’t dare to leave the island, so we could only turn into crows and circle in the sky. As a result... we actually set off fireworks. This was a disastrous moment. I still clearly remember that I was starting from the tail. The scene where Yakumo Blue, who was shaking the sand from inside out, was smashed into the sand pit by a big crow that fell from the sky. The little ghost was a spirit body, but it was not injured at all. It was just that the mental damage was more serious. Now it looks sluggish. Yakumo Blue is better than her. Much more serious——

I looked back and saw that the nine-tailed fox girl had a huge pink hair on her head, her neck was still tilted to the left, and she was shaking her tail tremblingly. It was hit sideways, and the tail was shaking to shake the sand. This fox doesn’t seem to like the beach very much, because the fine sand blown by the sea breeze here always gets under her fur. As a canine that has started to walk upright, this is as annoying as being bitten by mosquitoes on the soles of the feet. .

"Master, has Anweina made it difficult for the master again?" Seeing that I didn't reply for a long time, the ghost maid couldn't help but asked cautiously. I knocked on the other party's forehead: "You can rest well to make me worry less. This This time I let you come out to relax. You usually do all the housework at home, so you should have a holiday. Of course, I will find you a quieter place to vacation next time. It seems that you really have a rest in this environment. not good."

Anweina said "Hmm" happily and continued to lie down on the sun lounger counting her hair. I quietly sneaked into Yakumolan's side with a bad smile and reached out to rub her ears: This fox is actually very timid. If it suddenly attacks its ears, the hair on its tail will explode, which is very fun.

"Please don't do such ungraceful things, Mr. Chen Jun, the fox's six senses are very keen." Lan's fox ears twitched slightly, then he raised his tail and patted my leg lightly, "In addition, I can tell you are approaching by listening to the footsteps now. Please don't make such jokes in the future. If you want to touch your ears, you can just ask..."

I thought for a while: "Did you develop this skill because you often had your shoes shined?"

The fox girl's ears instantly stood up, and then her nine tails started to take turns slapping my feet like Hot Wheels. Suddenly dust flew up: Is this guy so bold?

At that moment, I was filled with anger and hatred. I saw the right moment and grabbed a tail that was passing by in front of my eyes and started to pluck the hair down. Lan suddenly turned over with a "ouch" and rushed forward, grunting in his mouth as if he was angry. puppy, and then a man and a fox dog got into a fight - that's how it should have been.

But in fact, as soon as I grabbed the opponent's tail, the eldest lady appeared in front of me in a flash of space and kicked her: "Okay, you are actually sexually harassing a fox here!"

Yakumo Lan was killed in an instant, and lay basking in the sun with his head hanging down.

"What's wrong?" I glanced at Lin Xue, and then sighed, "Let me guess, the fallen apostles launched a massive attack, an abyss appeared in a certain world, or a series of explosions occurred in a base in Shadow City... I said it must be possible Something goes wrong, your prophecies will definitely become ineffective if mixed with your ability to cause trouble."

After being together for such a long time, I have a deep understanding of Lin Xue, and this girl basically can't hide her worries in front of me. Her face doesn't look like she's fine. How can I put it, she is really a troublemaker. Body.

"You can't say a few nice words," the eldest lady kicked me lightly, "There is no problem within our territory, the problem is within the fallen apostle camp. This does not contradict my prophecy - —Now there is good news, reliable news from the third intelligence core, something went wrong within the fallen apostles." (To be continued)