Article 930

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"Yes." Xue Meng rolled his eyes, "They fell in love again later. They rejected the outstanding lesbians introduced enthusiastically by the organization. They fought side by side, lying in a trench holding a gun and looking at the stars. They used bullets After the liberation, they lived in the same courtyard and became two "bachelors" who fascinated thousands of girls. The two "bachelors" would make dumplings together and ride Phoenix bicycles for outings together. , went to the photo studio to take colorful photos together, went to the department store together, put a bag of maltose in a brown envelope and ate it."

These trivial and honey-colored old stories were told by Xue Meng at a rapid pace. Although he spoke so fast and the past flashed by like meteors, Jiang Xi could still imagine it easily. to those images.

Light cyan smoke, dirty and damaged military uniforms.

In the trench made of blood and mud, two young men leaned against each other to watch the night. Their black eyes were fluttering eyelashes, and the eyelashes were sprinkled with starlight in the wilderness. In the distance, there were soldiers playing harmonicas. The sound of the harmonicas spread in all directions and died out in the mist of dusk.

There is no fighting tonight, only a little smoke in the fog tells the story of the turmoil of the years.

There were also dark blue beards on the chins of the two young men that had not been shaved off in time.

"Later, they were seventy and eighty years old." The old guy separated."

He finished.

The sour smell of love pervades until death, but in fact, death cannot change it.

Jiang Xi didn't speak for a long time, and finally he stopped reading the report. He closed the report and seemed to have a headache. He raised his hand and pressed the side of his sun.

It is said that husband and wife are like forest birds, they fly apart when disaster strikes.

But if ten years of catastrophe failed to separate the two old bones, Jiang Xi actually didn't know how likely it was to force Mo Ran to have a girl so that he would no longer be gay.

Or maybe Mo Ran is not gay?

Maybe it's just that in his life and in his destiny, a person named Chu Wanning can never be absent, that's all.

After get off work, people from the Cultivation Bureau left the office building one after another to the background music of "Going Home" (the song was the favorite of the former Director Nangong).

Some of them have lived in the world of cultivation for a long time, so they can freely wield swords and go home, while others are used to integrating into the mortal world and living with people in modern society who no longer believe in gods, ghosts, and immortals. These people have to hide. Taking advantage of his extraordinary abilities, he could take the bus, subway, or drive into the night when the lights were on.

"I don't think there will be any results if we continue like this." Jiang Xi turned his back to Xue Meng and Xiao Zhulong, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the busy traffic under the building.

Finally he said: "Forget it."

Xue Meng didn't realize it for a moment, he said "Huh?"

Jiang Xi folded his arms and turned half of his face to look back at him: "I mean, your mission is over."

Anyway, no matter how you measure it, there is only one ending to the game.

Before the cultivation world develops a new method, there is no need for trial and error.

"go home."

This is Xue Meng's first mission failure.

When he heard Jiang Xi say this, although he knew it was not his problem, he was still a little uneasy.

He subconsciously rubbed the carpet with the toe of his shoe, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I still have a question."

Jiang Xi had completely turned around at this time. He leaned against the spotless window glass and raised his eyelashes slightly: "Say."

Xue Meng took a deep breath: "I saw his childhood in the simulator. I think he should be about the same age as me."

"so?"

"...So why don't we find him directly and ask him if he is willing to cooperate with the experiment?"

Jiang Xi was quiet for a while, and then sneered: "Genetic experiments are very dangerous. Do you think that today's world is still the same as what you learned in history class, a chaotic and ignorant world of cultivation?... We will not be casual. To do such a thing to any free man."

"..."

"Even if that person is Sphenoid Beauty," Jiang Xi said, "Child, wake up. The era of human cannibalism has long passed."

Under the cold white light of the director's office, Xue Meng's face seemed a little red.

He muttered: "...I didn't mean that...I just...I just don't know..."

Jiang Xi started to pack up the documents. During the process, the new director looked up at him again: "I know you don't mean that. But I must remind you, no matter who your father is - kid, no matter what you have been in No matter how excellent the school is, how many scholarships you have won, no matter how good your little baby trophy is, your mother polished it until it shined and put it on the bookcase for display."

Xue Meng's face is getting redder and redder. It was because of embarrassment before, but now it's more because of anger.

"I don't care how well you work for Director Nangong, how many stamps you get, how many projects you approve."

Jiang Xi turned a blind eye to his anger. He locked the documents in the drawer, raised his slender fingers, straightened his dark green silk tie, and concluded: "You still have a lot to learn from me."

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