Chapter 985: On the Necessity of Using Nuclear Bunkers when Naughty Children Fight

I believe that I overestimated the reliability of the Protoss' concept of time again this time: Father God said before that he just wanted to wander around for a while, but in fact he came back three days later.

Should I be lucky that he came back in time for the next new millennium party?

"Actually, I went to a deeper place. Of course, I shouldn't have left this universe," Father God, who only came back on the morning of the third day, explained to me. "The main reason is to accurately measure whether the information variation in this world is 'uniform'. , the conclusion is the same as what I guessed before. In addition, I discovered an interesting phenomenon: the worlds affected by the two void creatures seem to have different labeling methods. Yes, those are very subtle information points, in your world and my world. The information I found is marked differently. If I have a chance next time, I'll ask the crazy girl from Huron to check her territory. Maybe this is the ID number of the void creature - by the way, it's called an ID number. ?”

I was deeply surprised by how much Father God knows about this world. He even knows the ID cards used by people on earth.

"The main reason was that I saw many agents applying for ID cards at the long-distance bus station." Father God said, "I was particularly impressed."

I:"……"

Early this morning, Little Paopao was taken by her mother for a checkup. In the past two days, the mother-in-law (doesn’t this sentence sound awkward to read?) have been almost inseparable. After discovering that Little Bubble is most likely to be a brand-new After entering the host mode, Paopao didn't dare to let her daughter run around for fear of getting bumped. Although she used to dote on Little Paopao in various ways, now she seems to have intensified her behavior to the point of being weird. She herself seemed particularly energetic, and she couldn't wait to look at the sun through her nostrils while walking. Only then did I completely believe what Shandora said. For a long time before, Paopao had actually been under pressure, that is, his daughter might have some intellectual problems. Now this pressure has been transformed into motivation: Little Paopao There is nothing wrong with the brain, but the structure is different - from a disabled child to the level of Hua Luogeng, so the mother of the child has been like a little hen who accidentally held back a golden egg in the past two days. The little face glows with the brilliance of motherhood 24 hours a day, and the whole splendid face can be used as a wall lamp. Even though I don’t want to admit it, I still have to say that that 1-meter-1 otaku girl does seem to be a mother. You can’t imitate this mentality by any childless person. And I heard that Paopao has been formulating a set of revolutionary learning plans for her baby girl, and all the learning plans originally prepared for the conventional mother machine have been scrapped; she even changed the work schedule of the entire host network to squeeze in more time for herself. Spend an extra hour with my daughter. The purpose is not to let my child lose at the starting line - although I really don't know who else Xiaobupao can lose to as the only individual: That little girl is so lucky, she is destined not to have to face that person who makes people gnash their teeth in life. Deadly enemy: other people’s children.

Because there are only two high-level Xiling hosts in the entire empire, and the other one is her mother.

Little Paopao herself readily accepts any arrangement made by her mother. Her emotional intelligence development is not much faster than that of children on Earth, and she still maintains a blind obedience to any orders from her parents. Paopao said that she should scan the core of her thinking. The little guy happily runs to the core nest every day, every second. It's just that I feel sorry for Sister Jill. As a nanny, Girl Shining has become accustomed to the little princess staying in her sight 24 hours a day. She completely forgot how serious her resistance to this position was when she first started working. Now that Little Bubbles spends half a day in the mother's nest, Jill is like a lost soul and keeps cleaning up Little Bubbles at home. A toy with a gloomy look, as if she found out on the second day after her wedding that her husband was actually in love with his second uncle’s mistress. If Lu Xun had seen her back then, Mrs. Xianglin might have had the surname Ji.

But yesterday afternoon, she seemed to have finally found something to divert her attention: fighting Yakumo Blue.

The reason is a passage from Xiaoxue: Sister Fox is actually a Hasbro. It can use its tail as a cradle. I could take care of children, coax people to sleep, and my body was still warm when I was little. The favorite thing that Sister Paoer, Xiao Xiaoxue and Xiao Xiaoqian like to do every day is to get into the tail of the fox and sleep and hide and seek. Sister Fox is so gentle...

These words directly pushed the uncontested Yakumo Blue into the opposition of the nanny Shining. Sister Gil believes that it is necessary to determine one thing before that day comes: who is better, the nanny or the nanny...

Actually, I don’t think there’s anything to argue about. It’s true that Ji Shanshan is very talented as a nanny, but do you have any experience with Yakumo Blue? They have been taking care of Orange Cat for many years. Oh, and there is also a hands-off master who is always seventeen years old. In this era where work experience is required for everything, Ji Shanshan, do you need to compare with others?

By the way, when I mentioned Yakumo Blue's ex-wife, the working girl who was always seventeen years old, I remembered something: Judging from the current situation, if Murasaki doesn't seize the time to come over and cultivate her favorability, she will have to become her former owner. , there are various signs that Fox Fairy Blue is rapidly degenerating into a large domestic fox dog under the influence of a certain aura, and this process may be irreversible: she has learned to dig holes and bury things in the yard and interact with Avalon's group of cerbes. Los gets into fights and has been particularly interested in big bones lately…

In the past two days, there was a group of guests at home temporarily, namely the six mass-produced consoles that were identified as having obvious evolution. Paopao felt that since they had such a gratifying change, as a mother, she should express her gratitude, so she invited them to play at home. a few days. After all, the mass-produced machines still lack emotions. Most of the time, they will sit on the sofa and watch TV with the adults. If Little Bubble comes over to say a few words, they will play games together, and if If no one pays attention to them, they will sit there for a long time, like a group of delicate dolls who cannot think. This reminded me of Pandora who had just arrived at home, but Paopao told me with certainty that these mass-produced consoles were very happy. There was surprise and joy hidden in the deepest parts of their eyes, especially when they were with me. a little. I also discovered that the mass-produced machine named xl28 was particularly fond of me. When I sat with her, the little guy would even shake his body back and forth involuntarily. Singing in the head... Okay, this is what Paopao told himself in the end. I'm curious about what kind of boring personality one needs to be able to choose to chant silently when singing...

The presence of a group of mass-produced little bubbles at home should originally be very low, but sometimes quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes - especially when there is already a large group of little guys at home. Starting yesterday morning, Mercury Lamp teamed up with her group of My sister tried to flirt with the mass-produced machines, and it seemed that Cuixingshi was the one who started it (I really can’t think of anyone else who caused trouble like this). Then it got out of control. Now when I enter the room, I see dozens of little girls walking, sitting, lying, chatting and playing. I feel that if I am short of a senior class teacher, I can devote myself to the career of early childhood education...

However, this kind of excitement will probably not last for many days. Tomorrow Zhenhong and several other rose girls should go home. They have stayed here for a long time this time, and there are all kinds of rare things in Shadow City and the building on the outskirts of the city. The princess castle makes them linger. Especially the latter, which fully satisfies the mercury lamp's show-off psychology and the aristocratic sentiment of Zhenhong. I wonder if the spoiled rose girls here will become Sakurada Jun's disaster when they go back. What if Zhenhong follows... What if someone wants a robot as big as the mercury lamp? The Titan mercury lamp is more than a hundred meters tall...

I don’t know if this is the case for people with too many children at home. The children occupy the entire living room and every entertainment object in the room (including the chandelier and Little Bubbles playing), so you can only be miserable. He left the great job of taking care of the children to his wife, and ran out to hide and relax, which is what he is like now anyway. The group of startled little guys suddenly got into trouble again just now. It was nothing more than who snatched whose toy and who touched whose soda. Then the fight started in darkness. My sister, Lin Xue, An Weina and Ji Twinkle is maintaining order inside, but the disastrous thing is that there are weirdos like Bingtis and Qianqian in the house. The two of them are like catalysts among the naughty children. The room seemed to be filled with excitement. So I could only run to the yard to hide and be quiet. Fortunately, there is a yard at home. Fortunately, the weather is good today. It is rare to have warm sunshine in late autumn.

The new lawn cultivated by Ding Dong has filled every open space in the yard. These soft, clean plants are carefully conditioned to mature in just one day. It will not wither or turn yellow for thirty years. It can effectively purify the air, improve soil quality, be antibacterial and insect-resistant, and promote blood circulation. The three-leaf version has the flavor of cumin veal, and the four-leaf version has the aroma of fragrant coffee, milk, and vanilla ice cream. This piece The Lawn should be the pinnacle of Ding Dong's style of mindless works. All that little thing's IQ was used to study these weird things that won't add points in the exam. I moved a maza and sat on the lawn in front of the house, facing the noon sun, looking at the sky, sipping tea, and glancing at Wenwen Daily. In my ears, I could faintly hear the noisy sounds of adults calling children in the house, and I felt I look like a retired veteran cadre. There was an itching feeling near his feet, and a fluffy golden tail was naughtily brushing against his feet, exuding a faint scent of shower gel.

"Hey, Fox, don't you think you have degraded to a quite serious level?"

I tilted my head and asked. The fox girl spread a small mat on the grass next to her. She curled up on it comfortably, yawning from time to time in the sunshine. There were two plates and a plate of oil in front of the mat. Fried tofu, a plate of bone crackers. Those long big tails were spread out to bask in the sun. One of them wrapped around his body and rested on my leg, while the other eight swung around idly, occasionally killing a fly that was still flying strong in this late autumn season. , or pull up roots from nearby and bring them to your mouth, as dexterously as your hands.

...What kind of fox has he bred?

"My name is Yakumo Blue, not Fox." The fox glanced at me lazily and continued to pull weeds with his tail. "That's good. It's the same when I'm with Master Murasaki."

"Eating dog food and digging holes in the yard?" My eyes couldn't help but drift to the plate of bone biscuits on the lawn. Well, the appearance of dog biscuits is actually not strange. The magic is that this plate of biscuits is from Sandora. It's hard to complain about asking for it there. Does Her Majesty the Queen usually eat dog food secretly?

"This is not dog food, it just looks like it." The fox grabbed a biscuit and threw it up. "It's very delicious, but dog food is a bit fishy. If you eat too much, your mouth will dry out, and you won't be able to withstand hunger like this."

Me: "..." What a terrifying amount of information!

"Shandora told me."

Me: "..." What an even more terrifying amount of information!

"They say Gensokyo is an incredibly leisurely place. Judging from your appearance, it's true." I pinched the furry ears casually. As a result, the opponent's nine tails immediately crackled on his back like Hot Wheels: "Pinch your ears and say it in advance! Otherwise, you will get goosebumps!"

"How long do you think those little guys are going to make trouble?" I looked back at the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room. The mercury lamp set up a Vulcan cannon in the window. Youngberry was pushing the ammunition chain behind. The fire commander was Cuixingshi. The three-person attack team was shooting at the living room, well, ever since that crazy guy Bingtis set up the goddess blessing at home. These naughty kids have gone completely crazy. I just saw Lilina secretly stick two plastic bombs next to the clock! !

Of course, without this thing, I'm afraid it really won't be able to break through the defense of the Emerald Star Stone. After all, the puppet found a World War II-era tank turret somewhere and placed it there. Every time it fired, there was a lot of panic on the opposite side.

Well, this is a brutal scene that seems to begin with Lilina snatching the last bottle of yogurt from the mercury lamp. During the process, they accidentally knocked over the little bubble that was running over, and a three-party brawl ensued. When there are too many children, it is easy to make trouble. They started the trouble as a superhuman family, and then Bingtis got involved and started making trouble throughout the house. I got the Goddess's Blessing and let the children play as much as they wanted... Then, Little Bubble made a light missile launcher, which was the beginning of the whole farce - and finally I pulled the fox and ran out.

"Everyday life, daily life in another sense." Fox said quietly.

A steel cable was lowered from the balcony on the second floor, and there was a sound of "chi la chi la". Zhenhong slipped down along the steel cable and threw a fragmentation grenade into the living room, and just as he was about to climb up, he heard a gunshot and the steel cable was interrupted by a shot from xl34 who poked his head out of another window.

I stroked the fox's tail: "Letting Bingtis take care of the children was the biggest mistake of my life, bar none."

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the bubbles crashed out of the floor-to-ceiling window. Before landing, he whipped out a rocket launcher. I turned around and fired an RPG into the window, and suddenly it was filled with smoke again.

"The bigger mistake was that you left Qianqian in the room." Fox felt the same way.

The explosion of anti-tank mines was heard in the ears, and a mercury lamp wearing a World War II helmet and several doll girls rushed out of the window in disgrace, their faces as gray as if they had just been homeless in Rio de Janeiro for three months. Coughing repeatedly, I watched silently as they formed a temporary front. Started assembling anti-tank batteries and fortifications in the yard: materials were taken from the portable space of the mercury lamp.

...Holy shit, it’s just to grab yogurt. Do you need to be so crazy? !

Yakumo Lan carefully retracted his tail into a ball, leaving only his head exposed: "Hey, if you don't ignore me anymore, I will bite someone. I burned a lot of hair last time and I still haven't settled the account with you!"

I shrugged, stood up, slid the mercury lamp off the anti-tank gun, and flicked my head hard. Then I picked up the loudspeaker and shouted into the room: "Quiet! Have you had enough?"

The roar of guns and artillery in the room finally stopped. Qianqian, wearing a steel helmet, poked her head out of the window and gave me a silly laugh. Bingtis shouted: "It's okay, it's okay! I'm turning on my blessing, at most Get a little black on your face - you need to adopt a more lively education method. My father said that the first toy in the life of a warrior's child should be a sword. I think your daughter should at least follow the rules of the God of War. Specifications come..."

Are you saying that if Xiaoxue is born in the future, it would be best to hold an RPG? Lin Xuefei must kill me!

A bunch of little ones who almost went crazy were all sent back to line up to wash their hands and faces. They were all as dirty as Super Mario after climbing the pipe. The adults were supervising from behind to prevent some disobedient little girls from having water fights. The mercury lamp was dangling on my shoulder, and she was dirty and smelled of gunpowder. She finally calmed down when I pressed her in front of the sink to wash her face.

Xiaoxue came over mischievously: "Dad, don't be angry. This will become normal in the future. After all, you have grown up in this environment. Children from imperial families play with gunpowder weapons just like human children play with wooden knives and plastics." Swords have the same properties, are you right?"

I pressed the head of the mercury lamp to wash the little doll's face and rolled my eyes at the girl: "You don't have a 107 rocket launcher on the dining table!"

Xiaoxue switched the spiritual link and said in a private message: "Zhenhong and the others are going home, let Sister Deng go crazy."

I took a look at the naughty children around me. There was smoke on their bodies and their faces were dark. Some of them were still wearing helmets and had bullet belts or even light missiles on their bodies. In the past ten minutes, they used these ferocious I bombarded the house with all my stuff just for fun... Even with the blessing of the goddess Bingtis, it was still an arduous task to clean up those bullet casings all over the floor. I felt from the bottom of my heart that the bear I had cultivated The children are about to go against the grain.

In other words, what kind of mentality do you have when describing everything in front of you in a tone that describes daily life?

After spending a long time cleaning these dirty girls, my sister asked them to sit in two rows in the living room and started family education. My sister’s policy is this: It’s okay to play, and it’s okay to overdo it, as long as it’s not If something goes wrong, adults won't interfere while you're playing, but when you've had enough fun, it's time to settle the score later.

According to the dense shell casings on the floor, this should be a large amount.

Qianqian started squatting on the ground to collect bullet casings. She might be planning to make some weird gadgets, but at this moment, Sandora suddenly came over: "Arjun, Tavel submitted a report. What do you think the most?" Nice to look at.”

"What?" I wiped my hands and took the data terminal handed over by Sandora. What was displayed on it was a large, semi-melted metal lump. After looking at it for half a minute, I figured out that it seemed to be from Father God's house. The wreckage was salvaged from the basement, and next to the image of the wreckage was a text report that was refreshing as his eyes moved, "Oh, I found a black box-like device in the wreckage, recording... that the deep-diving ship left the abyss. What happened next?! Wait, what is this!!" (To be continued)