Abnormal creatures' communication group

It is a sincere expression of such emotion.

The supervisor was a little amused and covered the other person's sign with one hand. He raised his head, then stood up again as if he had thought of something.

The ghost gradually turned its body as he walked, and sat upright with its hands on its knees. Then it slightly shifted its mask, tilted its head, and looked at the other person who sat on the table next to it without any image.

"Is this a good ending?"

The supervisor actually had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but perhaps because the person sitting next to him was a ghost, his tense emotions suddenly relaxed a lot, and his questions were no longer sharp.

[have no idea]

The ghost could never answer such questions, but even if it didn't observe the other person's emotions, it could sense the heaviness hidden in the complex emotions behind the other person's words, but it would not say anything too comforting, so the words on the sign shook twice and changed again.

[Do you need a hug?]

"I really need it."

The supervisor looked at the ghost stretching out his hand to him. He did not jump off the table, but turned sideways. The two people, one big and one small, sitting on the table leaned towards each other and hugged each other gently.

The ghost's hug felt like a ball of chilled cotton, soft and cool. Although the hug did not last long, the supervisor did feel a little strangely comforted.

This was something he thought he had lost.

But soon the supervisor raised his lips, and his expression looked much more relaxed and happy. After all, everything was over. The joy of their success that had been temporarily covered up by anxiety, irritability and worries began to gradually emerge.

Like those ministers, he thought he had honed himself into a sharp-edged tool like a machine, but he still had not lost all his emotions.

Perhaps in the near future, he will pick up some of the vitality he once lost, and he may even be better than before.

The ghost watched the other party's mood gradually recover, and slowly turned his head back to the direction where the seed of light was glowing.

Sometimes the ghost's soft upper limbs don't look like they can hold weapons, especially when it is holding the mask, it looks even more obedient.

When it first came over, it thought the Seed of Light and the Radiance were similar. After careful perception, it found that there were many differences, but there were also similarities.

For example, they are all rooted in the spirit of living things, for example, they are all shiny, and for example, this one looks delicious.

The ghost shook its head to let the thought fly out of its head. This was something it had learned from other insects. Sometimes it would observe them, and occasionally it would gently poke them with the Dream Nail after obtaining their consent. For this reason, it felt that it had learned a lot of useful things.

For example, just by shaking your head, you can get rid of unwanted thoughts.

But it shook a few times and still looked delicious, which prompted the ghost to tilt his head in confusion, and finally lowered his head and sat obediently on the table.

The emission of the seeds of light lasted for a long time, and the ministers were observing. During these seven days of observation, they themselves did not notice that their attitudes were slowly softening.

perhaps.

They can stay for a while and don't have to choose to sleep forever immediately.

Perhaps you can also see with your own eyes the world you have changed, even if this success is covered with unimaginable heaviness.

But their slumber cannot deny the existence of those sacrifices.

The cold machine box was reflected here under the cover of light. The supervisor slowly walked behind them, out of their sight. He looked up and watched the light slowly flowing on the angular machine box, making them look soft.

"...Have you thought about it?"

This is the last day of light.

Even if the supervisor has made all the preparations, he will still feel uneasy about their possible rejection, because it means that if the other party rejects him again, no matter how many times he reverses time, it will not change their final outcome. At most, it will only continue this meaningless torture for a while.

He didn't want to do that, and if they still chose to sleep, he would respect that.

"Ah."

Marcus hummed firmly.

"I think I'll wait a little longer."

As her voice rang out, others all made more or less the same statement, but their explanations were different.

At this moment, the supervisor was very relaxed and felt relieved. He even wanted to raise his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead. Since all this happened, he had been too tired to find time to rest. The doctor once jokingly called him someone busier than himself.

Now it's time to give the title of the busiest person back to the other person, maybe he can be more active in the group.

"No matter what choice you make, I trust and approve of you, but now."

The supervisor turned his head and looked at the ghost who was looking over here curiously, and gave a sincere smile.

"Go get your own body first. Also, it's time to have a good rest."

As the light slowly goes out, without most people knowing, hope is planted in everyone's heart. This may not heal the world immediately, but at least it is hope.

Unseen by the ministers, some employees had already begun secretly preparing for a surprise party.

...This is a carnival and victory for everyone in this company.

504 Set off to the final destination

"pretty good."

The doctor raised his head from the complicated documents, glanced at the chat group, smiled and sent a sincere blessing to the successful supervisor.

At this moment, a message came from the chat group at the right time.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: The only old people in this group are you and that guy with the cube head. You can't be slower than him, right?

The Doctor couldn't help but chuckle at the message, a traditional Stark expression of arrogant concern.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Don't be anxious. We are here to seek a good result. In the process, progress can be made, which is itself a result. I don't care about the length of time. I only noticed the visible reduction in casualties, the gradually decreasing discrimination, and the slow recovery of mineralogy. I see more smiles and more of the future.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Okay, but I remember you saying that oripathy is not the main source of conflict at all.

[Flag Bearer] The Nameless Man Nailed in the Coffin: Yes, but as a medical organization, we can't always be expected to save the world.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Are you just going to give up so easily? I mean, do you need my help?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: No, I'm just a doctor from Rhodes Island. I understand what you mean, but I just want to take care of my own Rhodes Island. As for other places, I'll do my best. That's enough. After all, I'm not you, and it's impossible for me to save everyone.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Also, if you come over, remember to be prepared to be busy.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people:?

[Chess Player] The unknown man nailed in the coffin: We really need your help.

Stark on the other side of the screen inexplicably wanted to put the chat group screen, which was emitting a light blue light, on the table.

Okay, okay, it's just a small thing, hey, you're Stark, you should be proud, not feel inexplicably hot in the face.

Stark couldn't help but raise his hand, rubbed his face vigorously twice, and then patted it gently twice, as if trying to wake himself up.

This state did not last long. He quickly shifted his gaze to the screen again, as if to cover something, and quickly typed a line of words, deleted it, and re-typed it.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: Is that all you have to say?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Of course, after all, the data you provided and the genius ideas can probably only be explained clearly through face-to-face communication.

Once he got to the field that Stark was good at, Tony Stark quickly put aside his previous feelings, and a kind of self-evident confidence appeared on his face.

In this respect, he never considered anyone's appreciation of his genius to be flattery.

That is the praise he deserves.

Being ashamed of receiving heroic praise did not conflict with his self-righteous belief in himself to be a genius.

He even wanted to start talking right away, but the doctor was right, those complicated data would be more interesting to discuss face to face.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: I hope your laboratory has been renovated once, at least to change the dull and bad taste.

Just when they were chatting happily, the messages in the group suddenly started popping up.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Builder: Hey guys, I'm a little, I'm a little excited, I think my journey is about to come to an end.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: No, that's not the right way to put it. Let me think of a way to describe it. Anyway, ha, the poem of the end.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: I thought that as the Endermen gradually disappeared, I would never be able to go there again, but I didn't expect that those Piglins actually had a stock of Ender Pearls at the bottom of the box. When they dug out these messy things from the dusty shelves, I couldn't tell you how happy I was.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Anyway, you guys are waiting for my good news. I am going to conquer again. Ah, no, anyway, you guys are waiting for my good news.

Steve scribbled down these words, and without paying attention to anyone's response, he just rummaged through the boxes and filled his backpack.

This magnificent and advanced city, built by the villagers and him, has long been well-equipped with supplies. As long as he wants, he can go anywhere to retrieve all the items in the city.

But he has a special liking for classifying and storing things by himself. Unless it is large pieces of construction materials or some mineral materials, he will put all other things in the two boxes at the head of the bed.

The grids inside are still as neat as ever, and things can be placed neatly when you put them in.

He didn't take those messy weapons or use those modules because Steve wanted to try something more interesting now.

As he was flipping through the pages, the wooden door behind him opened. Val, wearing armor, with a shield on his back, a sword at his waist, and a bow hanging from his body, pushed the door open and came in.

Steve didn't look back, but he quickened his movements.

"Brother! Give me a minute! I threw all my things into the box yesterday, and it's a bit messy. Let me finish sorting it out, and I'll be done in no time!"

The contents of the box were swapped at the speed of light. He arranged the minerals in order, then arranged the weapons at the bottom, the individual blocks in a row, and the irregular furniture in a row. He didn't stand up until he liked what he saw.

"Set off?"

Val, who had been leaning against the door frame just now, stood up straight and took two steps back to make way for others.

"set off!"

Steve threw the Eye of Ender in his hand high up, and then held it tightly in his hand.

"Let's go to the last location, the one without any light, suspended in mid-air, the territory of the Endermen... I never liked going there before. Among the three worlds, it's even more active than the next one. But I don't think the Ender Dragon should be more troublesome than that thing."

Steve and Val walked out of the city and went far away, very far away, until they could no longer see any trace of the villagers' transformation.

He began to throw the ender pearls into the sky. The ender pearls suddenly stopped in mid-air, trembled at first, and then flew away quickly. Steve and the others followed closely behind.

He looked at the Eye of Ender nervously, hoping to scrap as few as possible. Although he had enough stock, the villagers had been expanding their territory and digging mines for so long but still had not found the ruins. He was afraid that this search would not be so easy.

505 Undersea Temple (Part )

The boat was floating on the endless sea. Steve leaned his head back on the boat box. After a while, he turned sideways and put his hand into the calm and almost ripple-free sea water, paddling in the water out of boredom.

He almost wanted to throw all the potatoes and fish in his backpack in there, and then pretend that they had slipped in by accident so that he could shout and act panicked, but unfortunately, the world would not allow him to do that.

So he could only turn over in boredom and look up at the unchanging sky.

After a while, Val floated up from the bottom of the water, holding a door panel in his hand. When he saw Steve, he shook his head.

"I didn't find the Ender Pearl. The gaps underneath are too complicated."

As Val spoke, he climbed up from the edge of the boat, stuffed the door panel into the box, and sat on the box again.

The water here is very cold, but it doesn't stick to clothes. The seabed is also much more prosperous than before, and there are many creatures they have never seen before.

The world is thriving at a breakneck pace.

If this happened a few days ago, it would have been enough to make Steve jump up and down with excitement, and that's exactly what he did a few days ago.

He walked through the bamboo forest, petted pandas, searched for relics, trekked through the desert, jumped into the sea to pet dolphins, picked corals, and was frightened by a pufferfish. But no matter how beautiful something is, it will always become repetitive, especially when the sea is so boundless that he drifted here for more than ten days.

A long sigh emanated from Steve. He looked at the 12 ender pearls in his hand and was reluctant to throw away any one for a long time.

When the world has changed so much, how can he guarantee that there will be as few ender pearls on the portal frame as before?

"It's okay. A bottle of water breathing potion has already passed. You even used the door panel. The ender pearl must have disappeared into the crack. Maybe it's broken, but I didn't see it."

After he finished replying, his body, which had just sat up, lay back again. The boat swayed and floated on the water. Steve no longer had the heart to row. All he had to do now was to make sure he didn't drift back. It didn't matter where he went.

Until a purple magic circle flashed before his eyes, and the ghost fell into the water from mid-air. There was no splash, but it was sinking steadily.

This scared Steve so much that he put his arms over the edge of the boat and jumped without thinking.

But before he could grab the other person's cloak, the ghost had already floated up. Steve looked at his rapidly consuming oxygen and swam up again in a panic.

The sea was still calm, with only the few ripples left by the boat. Steve was just holding on to the boat with his upper body and didn't climb up.

He really wanted to scratch his head, but if he let go, it would probably slip, so he just asked in a helpless and confused tone.

"Hey! Ghost, why are you here?"

After all, Steve remembered that he did not assign tasks to the group.

As soon as he finished asking this question, the group started flashing with tips about fixing the bug. Steve looked up at the ghost sitting cross-legged on the boat. Although it was not very good, he couldn't help laughing. It was obvious who caused this kind of thing.

The ghost turned around and pulled out a sign from his cloak and placed it in front of him.