Doomsday Pavilion

Mingguang Base City, the central area of ​​Shangcheng District, although there is no high wall blocking it, few people come to it.

A large number of soldiers in black, green, and white uniforms patrolled during the tour, with cold eyes as if they could cut a few pieces of the intruder's flesh at any time.

The outbreak committee, the garrison, and the scientific research institute are three major institutions, dividing the central area into three sectors.

The occurrence committee is a standard classical building complex, with pavilions and pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings.

The garrison is dominated by dark green and light blue, with regular buildings, leaving a large area of ​​blank space for training purposes.

Scientific research institutes mostly use silver-white metal as materials. The shape of the buildings is either weird or twisted, or the sky is round, full of futuristic science and technology.

Well, these are not the key points. Behind the three major institutions, there is a very special place.

It was a quiet woodland, a winding road leading into a dense pine forest.

Every half-step distance, there is a tricolor army standing by the side of the road.

Although the pine forest is quiet, there is not even the slightest call of insects and birds, but the hiss of the radio and some whispers can be faintly heard. Obviously, I don't know how many secret whistle are hidden in it.

At the end of the path in the depths of the pine forest is a very impressive courtyard. The high gate compound has red walls and green tiles, and it covers an area of ​​more than tens of thousands of square meters.

The courtyard is even more luxurious, with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, magically planted trees, rockery and waterfalls, and even a pond with rippling blue waves, where fish lean on the fence.

In the living room of a single-family villa, Si Kong lazily nestled on the sofa.

On the periphery of the living room, there are rows of sculptural evolutionaries, fully armed, male and female, looking at each other, communicating silently.

There are many white coats standing around him, this is the top doctor sent by the research institute.

They carefully tested Sikong over and over again, and the printed charts were as high as half a foot, and almost half of the living room was filled with instruments.

"How is it?" a thin middle-aged man asked eagerly.

His figure is not tall, and his face is not surprising, but the light in his eyes looks like a goshawk overlooking the earth, full of the majesty of a superior.

The doctors looked at me and I looked at you, their expressions hesitated. In the end, one of the oldest doctors said, "Master Sikong, he..."

The middle-aged man got a little bloodshot in his eyes, and grabbed the old doctor, "It's getting worse again?! No, no, I'm just such a son...a son who is closer than my father and brother! "

Everyone present twitched their mouths.

He murmured to himself, sitting down for a while, standing up for a while, spinning around in circles, looking distraught.

"You guys, didn't you promise to delay Sikong's condition? You promised..."

"All liars, my son..."

The doctors look at me and I see you, but no one dares to say a word.

"No, it's not worse..."

The middle-aged man fixed his eyes on the old doctor, "What did you say?"

The old doctor smiled bitterly, "Young Master Sikong is in a strange situation now, but it is by no means that his condition has deteriorated... but... it has stagnated."

"What's the meaning?"

The corners of the old doctor's mouth trembled a few times, and finally he said, "Master Sagong's vital signs have not changed at all. As long as it is a living organism, it will inevitably undergo metabolism. If there is a cell death, there will be cell regeneration, and the state of Sagong... ."

"Let me give you a chestnut. Last time we checked Master Sagong, Master Sagong was 19 years old and 120 days old. Now one month later, Master Sagong’s vitality and various indexes seem to have completely stopped at that time. It's still nineteen years old and one hundred and twenty days... From a technology standpoint, this is impossible. This is completely out of the conventional medicine and life sciences. It is clearly an alternative to immortality!"

The middle-aged man said eagerly, "What's going on? Will there be any adverse effects?"

"It's still unclear what the reason is. I suggest that Sikong Young Master follow us back to the research institute for a comprehensive inspection...As for the adverse effects, there may or may not be, but from the current situation, this is a good thing. "

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Ingratiating to Sikong again, "I said, Erzha, are you going to the research institute again..."

Sikong glanced, "Hey, Sikongyu!!"

Sikong's father looked serious, "Come here, get rid of all these white coats, hurry up, and you will be annoyed when you see them!"

The doctors Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, your son has grown up, and you still love acting so fake!

Several statue-like bodyguards came alive, surrounded a group of thin doctors, and cooperated to "drive away" them.

When he reached the door, Sikong Yu avoided his son's sight, lowered his head and whispered to the last bodyguard,

"Well, the consultation fee will be increased by five times, let's go."

"Yes, my lord."

Sikong's dad smiled silly, "Hey, my son, my dad's heart has finally fallen to the ground. It has been more than ten years. Our family has never had such a happy event..."

"What the hell is going on? Son, did you have any adventures, such as falling under a cliff and meeting the magical grandfather who gave you a secret book of death, and then picked up a ring that requires a drop of blood to recognize the Lord... .Otherwise, what have you eaten for a thousand years of Lingzhi Mushrooms?"

Sikong said, "Dad, you are not naive, what kind of ring grandpa's, it's normal recently, nothing happened... just eat a little bit more, so cool... hey??"

"What's wrong, son?"

Sikong twisted his eyebrows and thought for a long time, "It's nothing, just think of a person... Dad, just tell me, is there anyone whose awakening blood is related to cooking?"

Sikong Yudao, "Although the blood of the awakened people is extremely private... But the master craftsman blast furnace is the best example. There are no wonders in the world, and the blood power may have any extreme conditions."

Sikong nodded, "Dad, I think I might have unknowingly picked up a big bargain. Did you know that there is a Lin's Xiaoguan 200 kilometers east of the city....No, I will go over now..."

Sikong's father, who was abandoned in minutes, looked blank, "What is Lin's Xiaoguan, I'm in a hurry...Is there a cute little chef with cat ears inside? So, my son, is in love??"

"Oh, when did it start? When did you get married? Alright! The first time I saw my daughter-in-law... No, I'm going to get a haircut, well, I have to fix my beard..."

"I'm going to be a father-in-law? When will I be a grandfather?"

"What's going on with my daughter-in-law? Is it difficult to get along with, is his temper good? My son is so weak and sick that he won't be bullied, right?"

"What should I do if I am bullied? Do I want to help...well, no, no...too bully..."

"Well, it seems that we need to change the dinner recipe, pork kidney, lamb kidney, tiger whip and bullwhip..."

"Hahaha, this is the most important thing!"

Just when Sikongyu fell into endless imagination, he had begun to dream that his children and grandchildren circled around the knees and grandchildren circled the earth three times.

An old man who looked like a housekeeper opened the door and came in.

"Master, there is news from the bright line over there that Zhao Ziyu's bloodline is awakened. The place of awakening is two hundred kilometers east of the base city. Few people in the base city have observed the awakening process, but some people speculate. Zhao Ziyu’s awakened bloodline is exactly the same as that of Master Zhao, because, after returning to Zhao’s house, Master Zhao immediately announced the alert for Closed Door Training and disappeared."

"The base city, 200 kilometers east, why are you familiar with it?"

"Forget it...how is Sikong's recent expenses? Has it gone up? How do I feel that my son is hungry and thin again...Ah, poor, the father has no time to take care of his son, my son The life is too bitter!"

The housekeeper heard that he could not help but twitched his mouth when he had reached the pinnacle of Qigong.

"Well... this month is slightly up from last month, about 17 million more."

Sikong Yu solemnly said, "That's it? It's not good. When the child is older, how can the cost be the same as before? No money for food, clothing, housing and transportation? No money for eating, drinking, and fun? No money for the little cook?"

"The master said, I will urge Young Master...well? Little chef...what do you mean?"

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