Doomsday Pavilion

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

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

The outbreak committee, the garrison, and the scientific research institute have three pillars, 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, and the building is regular, leaving a large area of ​​blank space for training purposes.

Research institutes mostly use silver-white metal as materials, and the shape of the buildings is either weird or twisted, or the sky is round, full of futuristic 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 roadside.

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 heard vaguely. 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 an extremely magnificent courtyard. The high gate compound has red walls and green tiles, covering 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, magical trees, rockery and waterfalls, and there is also a pond with 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 lab 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, and finally, 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 muttered to himself, sitting down for a while, standing up for a while, spinning around in circles, looking distraught.

"You guys, haven't you promised 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 weird situation now, but it is by no means that his condition has deteriorated... but... it has stagnated.

"What do you mean?"

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

"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... Technically speaking, this is impossible. It is completely separated from the level of conventional medicine and life science. It is clearly an alternative immortality!"

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

"It's still unclear what the reason is. I suggest Master Sikong go 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 all right, it's all right..."

Ingratiating to Sikong again, "I said, Erzha, would you like to go to the research institute again..."

Sikong glanced at him, "Hey, Sikongyu!!"

Sikong's father looked serious, "Come here, drive me away all these white coats, hurry up, I'll be annoyed to see them!"

The doctors couldn't laugh or cry. Your son has grown up. You still love acting so much.

Several statue-like bodyguards came to life, 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 is five times more, 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 the 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 thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum and ten thousand-year-old fruit did you eat?"

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 the matter son?"

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

Sikong Yudao, "Although the blood of the awakened 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 picked up a big bargain unknowingly. Do 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 in it? So, my son, is in love??"

"Oh, when did it start? When did you get married? Hurry! 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 want to be a father-in-law? When will I be a grandfather?"

"What is 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, 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 looks like we need to change the dinner recipe, pork kidney, lamb kidney, tiger whip and bullwhip..."

"Hahaha, this is the kingly truth!"

Just when Sikongyu fell into endless imagination, he had already started 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 declared guard retreat and disappeared."

"The base city, two hundred kilometers east, why are you familiar?"

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

The butler heard that he could not help but twitched his mouth when he had reached the pinnacle of Qigong, and he took off the card pack from his waist. There were hundreds of cards on top of each other.

"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 playing? No money for the little cook?"

"What the master said is that I will urge the young master... well? What does the little chef... mother mean?"