I'm stacking cubes in Marvel

"Oak (16)"

"Oak Seed (3)"

"Oak (13)"

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Looking at the broken wood on the ground and the opened dirt, Yang Ming, dressed in a thick blue cotton coat, blended into the group of homeless people whose homes were destroyed by the Cheritas without a trace.

The only difference is that his seemingly irregular behavior is always accompanied by the inexplicable reduction of the surrounding big trees.

It is said that the medical rescue system in various urban areas of New York was originally adequate, but under such a catastrophe, there are always places that cannot be taken care of, such as the homeless in New York's Central Park.

"help me!"

"It hurts!"

Those tramps who were injured and blown down seemed to have to lie here and wait except for each other's self-help.

Yang Ming was among the tramps, but he had never helped anyone, and he did not use the ability to collect blocks to rescue those tramplings.

There is no point in doing that, except to expose yourself.

"It's almost there. One hundred and forty-three pieces of wood, two hundred and fifty-one pieces of soil, and thirty-five pieces of stones, should be enough for me to do something."

Looking at the sun that was already in the noon, and the rescue team and the medical team that finally arrived 13 hours after the end of the war, the rescue team and the medical team entered the park, Yang Ming left the park without even thinking about turning around.

Once the Immigration Department verifies his identity, he is easy to be sent back, but even if he is sent back to the celestial dynasty, he is still a black household.

In Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan, Yang Ming hesitated while eating Taco Burrito, "Tamar, when I was reading novels at home, I really didn't realize that the protagonists of these novels are so New Zealand dollars? Go wherever you want. ?"

Across the street, he looked at the savage scene in the neighborhood, he was really shocked.

Among other things, the men with tattoos who carried guns and rods on the street, and didn’t know what they were talking about, watched the sparks churning when they added combustibles to the surrounding gasoline tanks, Yang Ming felt that it did not belong to his world.

Yang Ming, who had never been to the U.S. before crossing, is now a shady household. He doesn't know the road, has no money, and has no life-saving means. He just finds a place to set up his workbench and doesn't know where to avoid surveillance.

This is not the feeling of staying at home, lying in bed, drinking happy water, watching movies and reading novels.

"It's so annoying! I still have to go back to Gu Yi to solve the basic food and clothing problem."

After sadly determined that even if he crossed, even if he had a golden finger, he was not a male protagonist in a broad sense, Yang Ming walked to the New York Temple.

177A Blick Street, Manhattan. Yang Ming remembered this address. He looked up at this European-style building with ancient charm, and walked up the stairs and opened the door to enter.

"Hey, Mr. Denso, why are you back again?"

Seeing Yang Ming coming in, the fat Asian mage hurriedly got out and blocked his way.

"I still want to study some things with Master Gu Yi!"

For the sake of face or something is not important, as long as he can solve the food and clothing attitude, even if he is stopped, he will continue to walk in.

"The Supreme Mage has left, the problem here has been resolved, and the mage is lifting the assembly."

The fat man turned and opened the door and walked away. An old mage who seemed to be quite old came over: "My name is Daniel Drum, the guardian of the New York Temple. Please don't mind Wang's attitude. The Supreme Mage once left Tell me you will come back again."

For this old mage who had no impression, Yang Ming still followed the previous trick: "It turned out to be you, I know you. After all, I come from the future, but I can't tell you more because I am afraid that I will change the course of history. ."

"Of course, I can understand!"

Master Daniel smiled kindly, and directly led Yang Ming to the room he had been in before: "Master Gu Yi returned to Kama Taj to deal with things, and I will come back to discuss the future with you in a few days."

After that, the seemingly graceful mage left directly.

After a day and night of bluffing, Yang Ming obviously felt that his face was thicker. After Master Daniel took the door and left, he didn't have any embarrassment, thinking about strengthening and strengthening himself, and at the same time remembering his memories. Related plots I have seen before.

"I have watched all the movies before, and there are many episodes of the same universe that I haven't watched at all, but fortunately, who is the main character knows in their hearts, just stay away from them..."

While pondering, he planned an open space in the room to make the basis of all creations-the workbench.

"Workbench=Wood×10, the workbench required for making is empty-handed. With him, I can make a set of wooden helmet armor, wooden walls, and various basic tools, so I can make myself a shelter!"

He didn't care if Gu Yi discovered his golden finger, and even said that he was proactively showing his ability to endorse the New Zealand currency he had blown before.

A burst of golden light came out of his hands, as if the glare of a master of the Supreme Sanctuary's veins when casting spells, an unpretentious workbench appeared on the open ground.

Workbench

Defense: ∞

Auxiliary countertops for basic manufacturing.

However, after waiting for the workbench to be completed before retrieving the backstage of the game, he suddenly found that he could do much less than he thought.

For example, because there is no monster in the game like slime, there is no way to get gel, so he can't make a torch, and without a torch, even if there is a stone, he can't make a furnace. There is no way to make a furnace. The approach went from the Stone Age to the Metal Age.

Is the technology tree cut directly?

He sat here worrying, but didn't even notice that a small portal was flashing open with a golden rim at the top behind him, close to the ceiling.

Kama Taj, Gu Yi’s living room.

Gu Yi, who came in from the outside, signaled that the fat mage Wang did not need to salute him. Wang closed the portal monitoring Yang Ming and asked Gu Yi respectfully: "Can I ask questions?"

"ask."

"Why did you let you return to the temple again? There are so many precious magical instruments that are really not suitable for him as an outsider, and the abilities of this person are very strange."

Master Gu Yi said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, as he said, existence is reasonable. Don't pay too much attention to him."

Wang still had doubts, but Master Gu Yi made a conclusion on this topic: "Well, this is a little interesting guy, don't care about him too much, indeed, as he said, he has not changed the timeline."

The two talked about other things again, and this matter was turned over.

But Yang Ming encountered a new trouble in the New York Temple.

When I came to work in the morning, because the weather had recently become warmer, I was wearing a single shirt, and now it was snowing outside... It was a lot of snow!

It's that kind of snow that is rolling in the line of sight, just use any adjectives I can't think of now, can describe this snow, because my thinking is almost frozen!

I can only say that with the strong wind, the density of the snowflakes present at the same time per cubic meter is much greater than the heavy snow that I have seen before. Can't I freeze to death after get off work?Are there recommended tickets and favorites?Can warm my heart