Star Civilization: I loaded the MOD

Chapter 140 Idealism cannot do without consecrating the world, just like the West cannot do without Jerusalem

[Grass cuisine:!!!]

Wang Hao had a playful expression on his face, feeling a little happy when he saw the clan members in the group.

It seemed that the mysterious cat was the first to open the private chat window. After Ke Xicai hurriedly left a series of exclamation mark messages in the group, the bubble representing the login status quickly turned into diving mode.

Qunxing's chat room does not have a private chat function and is obviously switched to Blue Star's second world network.

The same goes for the mysterious cat, both of them disappeared.

Ke Xicai lost his voice, and the other group members suddenly lost their targets and spoke freely.

No one knows what the mysterious Meow has done that is not worthy of public comment, but they are inexplicably choked up, including middle-aged uncles like the shutdown button.

[Off button: It’s good to be young.]

[Gu Du: Indeed.]

Wang Hao was also a little sad, remembering the ambiguity he experienced in his previous life when he was still innocent and was not a war criminal.

Who hasn't had a baby yet? He has been born in two lifetimes, and his young body hides a mature soul. If necessary, he can stand at the perspective of an elder and give advice to the young at any time.

Very reasonable.

The daily interactions between Ke and Meow were seen by the group members, and Wang Hao was also happy to see the group members who knew each other well come together.

"Oh, this talented woman and handsome man are a perfect match for each other. How can I, an ordinary person, have to worry about this?"

Meow conquered Shou, which meant that Ke Xicai was unaware of the situation, and Wang Hao was not surprised.

There is always a type of people who usually seem to have a tower of love knowledge, as if falling in love with an angel is at their fingertips, and they are smarter than anyone else in gossiping about other people's love affairs.

As a result, once the person involved becomes himself...

Oh, what's going on? What's going on? What should I do?

Girlfriend? Isn’t this my buddy?

The group complained about marriage and love life from the south to the north. Some people listened and others talked. Married men and women complained, unmarried people saw through the world, and unmarried people ignorantly longed for it. Compared with the foreign players who are in charge of civilization, they are more like people with worldly worries.

of ordinary people.

Baike Quanshu is reluctant to let go of his high school career when he is about to graduate, and his words are all about thinking about his love plan during the holidays.

The owner of the dress hints at the nourishment of life for women on the moon.

Gu alone said "yes" in response to the "sentiment" of turning off the power button. Invisibly, his image has aged several decades.

There is basically a consensus in the minds of other members of the foreign chat group, or it can be said that the image of Gudu is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people: a high-player, knowledgeable, warm-hearted 'man', suspected of being inhuman, extreme pacifism, and the only designated person by foreign players

thigh……

After a few minutes, Ke and Meow came online again.

Ke Xicai acted like a normal person, holding the virtual screen and mumbling for a long time. Then he opened a book nearby and issued a motto that he couldn't understand.

[Ke Cuisine: Ahem!]

[Grade Cuisine: Zaklan once said: Idiotism will usher in disasters, and you must not be contaminated; greed is a small opportunity, but it is actually the evil of gluttony; you must not follow the path of delusion, adhere to the dialectical way, drive away insects, weakness, and epilepsy

.]

[Mysterious cat: speak human language.]

"..."

In front of the screen, Ke Xicai was so frightened that his typing hands trembled. With Parkinson's shaking, he deleted all the half-written maxims.

He who knows the current affairs is a hero and does not stand cold. He judges the situation and can be soft or hard. He decisively admits to giving up.

[Ke Xicai: I'm sorry! I was out of my mind when the group declared war earlier. Please spare my life, and I will send you 1M alloy in the future. (Hands in hand)]

The words are so sincere that Zaklan would believe them even from the grave.

But unfortunately, netizens are creatures from another dimension, and their brain circuits are equipped with jump engines.

[Ma Dongmei: One million, so little?]

Ma Dongmei raised her eyebrows slightly and continued teasing.

[**: Where are there any wild large-scale alloys nowadays? They are all from federal public warehouses. If you think they are too little, I think they are too little.]

[Housekeeper: According to Article 383 of the Federal Criminal Law [Penalty Provisions for Corruption Crimes], those who commit corruption crimes...]

[Ma Dongmei: OK, just write an IOU. I’m serious. I want one million units of alloy.]

In a few words, the matter was arranged, and the chat room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"How can hands with temperatures of 37°C produce such cold words?"

His trembling fingers stood in mid-air, taking deep breaths to calm his mind.

Under the pitch-black and icy night sky, the main leader, Ke Xicai, had black lines on his forehead. He put his head on his hands and looked at him with an unkind look. His cold temperament matched with the moonlight in the sky above his head. He looked quite majestic while sitting on the throne.

Put down the "Zachlan Proverbs" that you just turned a page in and counterattack directly without even thinking about it.

[Ke Xicai: What are you calling the dog?!]

…

At the other end of the chat group, Wang Hao was sitting in front of the window looking at the scenery and drinking tea, constantly refreshing the chat history as if he were following a TV series and enjoying the friendly interactions among the group members.

The already uneventful atmosphere was like a stimulant, with the group members making use of their special skills to make noises.

A scene of ‘howling majority’.

Ke Xicai was probably in a bad state of mind. After a few words of criticism from his ancestors, he quickly fell into a disadvantage, and then the perfunctory words "Ah, yes, yes, yes" floated in the air everywhere. "I hope you will do the same in your life."

Attitude: "I'm just a loser. How can I be as powerful as you and still give me trouble for a small role?"

After a quarter of an hour of a well-matched duel, several people were tired, and Ke Xicai was quickly ready to quit.

Normally at this time of the month, he would only fish outside the game. Today, he came to the stars simply to seek refuge for peace and relaxation. Who knew that he would be ganked by his good brother again, and he would be sprayed by him. It felt good, and he felt comfortable in his heart, but his mind was in a mess.

of suffering.

It was close to two o'clock in the morning. Ke Xicai, who had stayed up all night to fight, yawned with his eyes blurred. He was about to leave but was stopped by someone.

A rare group of pure melon-eating people came out to stop him. Like Gudu, they were extremely pacifist.

[Imperial Pancake: @克菜大哥, what’s going on? Are you being squeezed out?]

Jianbing’s one sentence directly made the topic of bending out of space become serious instantly. The Blue Star Federation may not teach Blue Star people to make nuclear bombs by hand, but the political sensitivity is definitely enough. It is hard to avoid the fantasies of the group of friends by pairing the words of exclusion with the environment of Korean cuisine.

.

[Ma Dongmei: Ha?! Who dares to bully my good brother! Xiao Ke, you v my 1M alloy, I will help you fill him with Fukushima seawater from my hometown.]

[Mysterious Meow: Someone is bullying Ke Cai? Why didn’t I know?]

[Shutdown button: I maintain a tactical team in Blue Star. If there are only one or two people, I can kill them for you if I find evidence of the crime.]

A few words among the group of friends escalated into a violent conflict, and the heart that had just warmed up suddenly heated up, causing third-degree burns.

[Ke Xicai: No, no, no! It’s not a big deal, really! Why didn’t you explain the pancake clearly?]

Ke Xicai gritted his teeth slightly and hurriedly denied it, fearing that the powerful group of friends would overreact and accidentally hurt the city of Paris. Who knows what the background of the team members sitting with you in the game world is.

Just like the power off button, I didn’t talk much when I was in the water group. If I hadn’t taken the initiative to speak today...

Tactical team, you can't afford to offend me!

[Imperial Pancake: Uh...Sorry, I'll send you a link.]

With a ding-dong sound, Imperial Pancake sent out a message link.

The link box is inlaid with official certification lines, and it is obviously news of an official nature. Clicking on it will immediately expand a half-screen news page.

Wang Hao first looked at the release time of the news.

"Half an hour ago, the news was very timely."

"The title is "Ke Xicai, deputy leader of the core group, made a statement saying: Idealism cannot be without consecrating the world, just like the West cannot be without the Jerusalem Cathedral of Science and Technology." Idealism, consecrate the world."

After reciting this word twice and reading the text again, the doubts in Wang Hao's eyes disappeared, and he suddenly understood that this matter probably had something to do with him.

"No wonder this lazy dog ​​posted a personal post for the first time."

There are very few Kexiicai updates on Wang Hao's social account. As we all know, Kexiicai is either fishing or on the way to fish every day. Except for a short live broadcast every few months (a few days in reality), it is impossible to do it without reason.

I have nothing to do to post popular science articles like this.

Apart from his daily work and occasional conscience issues, he is just a complete loser.

[Gu Du: Do you need me to keep a notebook? Although I am a pacifist, pacifist friends should not be held at gunpoint.]

[Ke Xicai:...Please, please stop making trouble.]

[Ke Xicai: I just bumped into some self-proclaimed ‘experts’. It’s a trivial matter, not worth taking action on.]

After trying to reassure their friends in the group, Ke Xicai slowly began to explain.

Probably during the live broadcast as usual a few days ago, some 'experts' discovered that there were three [temples] in his home planet. Apart from the two that came with the start, the other one was newly built by him. This is in line with the suggestions of the experts in the player group.

The scientific research institutes are completely different.

In addition, the chat group has Gudu to help analyze the development route of civilization, and the official player group's logistics team will only be larger. There are countless experts. Those who are unwilling to work hard, eat, drink, have sex, marry, and have a career, just follow the experts' advice.

During Ke Xicai's live broadcast, sharp-eyed experts jumped up in anger when they saw the planet overview interface flashing by.

They worked hard to collect data, and then gave each player a report with development suggestions based on local conditions. Especially since Kecai is in such an important strategic position, the core player group management has done a good job of purely supplying blood to develop Kecai civilization.

If you say you create mining zoning, industrial zoning, civil centers, and metallurgical plants, they will hold their noses.

But you choose to take the most useless cohesion route. Can cohesion help you double your production value or fight a war?

Or are you coveting the longevity of the store?

Most of the experts are pretty good, and they spend their time analyzing the pros and cons rationally, and they go back and forth about the benefits of scientific research eighteen times in different languages.

There are still a handful of individuals who suffer from "expert disease" and feel that their authority has been violated, so they directly denounce it publicly.

If there are 'experts' who dare to start a group, there will naturally be others who dare to follow. After all, the casualness of Kexi cuisine looks like a lucky country boy, and he is 'not worthy of it'.

As long as you are willing to take the position of deputy leader below your buttocks, you will not know how much profit you can make.

In the end, Ke Xicai casually said something about the Lost Empire, which silenced the experts.

I have revised the chapter from the day before yesterday. It appears to be 3,000 words but is actually 3,400 words. Rounding off, the update from the day before yesterday cannot be worth two chapters? The author has a very good conscience!

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Readers, don’t forget that on the day when Qunxing’s new DLC is released, a lucky group member will be randomly selected from the reader group (group number: 974295505), and Baihu will personally give away the new DLC. (The benefits may be a small one or two days’ salary, but there will be pictures.

Minato.)

The draw is expected to start at [8:00 sharp] on Friday night!

[Red envelope lottery mode] [100 people]

It is not necessarily the lucky king who wins the prize. Give [luck:???] African chiefs a chance. The winning conditions depend on the probability of the existence of the ‘Technological God’.

The one with the best luck, the one with the worst luck, the one closest to the mean, the one with the smallest variance... Schrödinger's conditions, I don't know which one to choose. At worst, I'll just roll the dice and choose someone with an expression on the spot~

(Attachment: Black-box operation? It doesn’t exist! I’ll slap the table! Although I’m poor, I have short ambition. If I don’t have any ambition, can’t I be a sincere and bad person?)

(End of chapter)