Apocalyptic Forecast

The first thousand and eighty-seventh chapter twenty-four hours (6)

In the short first half of his life, Huai Shi discovered that no matter how mankind works, there will always be limits. Of course, it does not include debts, loans, the degree of bad luck, and the world's malice towards itself...

In just five hours, after experiencing a lot of devastation from fate, he was already lying flat.

As the saying goes, if you have more debts, you don’t have to worry about it.

Whenever a person is alive, there will always be a day of destruction.

It's just a collapse, what are you afraid of!

If you die, you die!

Besides, if one of me is dead, at least five people can be divided, how beautiful is it!

When he figured out this layer, he had already given up resistance.

Especially when he discovered that the first stop of the local tour project was after the Taiyiyuan... He knew that if a black-hearted woman didn't kill herself today, she would never let it go!

"Is the alchemy institution the first stop?"

The instructor led by the Survival Institute sighed in surprise: "The Tower of Ivory is really generous. Doesn't it matter for us to visit such a secret place publicly?"

Of course not appropriate!

Can't we change one!

It's better to take a look at the amusement park that the school has built recently. In addition to the death roller coaster, **** ferris wheel, realistic jumping machine, etc., there are also ghost castles, hot singing and dancing, not exciting!

Make sure that everyone has no return, and there is no return.

Huai Shi wanted to say that, but the tour arrangement had been sent to everyone, and she could only nodded with tears.

Look at this **** schedule!

The Taiyiyuan, the foundry center, the classical music classroom, the principal's secretary office...every link has revealed naked malice, and I almost want to push Huai Shi directly into the pan.

Apart from Tong Ji, who else would do such a life-killing job!

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At this moment, outside the newly reborn Taiyiyuan, in front of the metal building created with the structure of Tianque, everyone looked up in amazement, looking up at the solemn and cold silhouette of the forest, and couldn't help but marvel at this spectacular sight.

Even the whole building is a miracle crystallization created by alchemy.

With this jaw-dropping handwriting, it is no wonder that the new director of the Taiyiyuan is a mysterious master...

"The One?"

Among the silent trainees, a studious student asked curiously: "Is it the Taiyi from Dongxia?"

"If you want to say what you want to say, it should be the record in the "Cuiyulu", the oldest source of alchemy handed down by the **** Hermes.

As above, as below, to complete the miracle of the One. "

The Huai poem who walked ahead and led the way has entered the state of understanding the speaker, eloquently saying: “The one here can also become the one, the totality, the source, the spirit, and so on. What it refers to is the source of the outflow of all divinities and miracles among the three pillars of the present realm-the [Pillar of the Soul] itself.

In this way, Cuiyulu tells people the nature of the birth of this world.

However, the Taiyi of Eastern Xia was born from this concept. Except for some conceptual errors between Eastern Xia and Rome, the two have the same meaning.

In Eastern Xia, Taiyi was regarded as the source of all things, and the supreme master and protector of the present realm was the pillar of the gods itself. If this power is reduced to a god, then there is no doubt that it is the emperor among the gods.

Therefore, in the description and inheritance of the classics, we refer to the most noble East in the Quartet, which is the source of what we call the East Emperor Taiyi.

Because this power is too high and far-reaching to be touched, in most secret instruments, the concept of re-iteration and derivation is used as a supplement and replacement...

However, this is a bit far-reaching. Please come here. Next, I will show you the sixth-generation meltdown reactor developed by our Ivory Tower. This is something that is only used to build parts of super-large relics..."

Huai Shi pushed open the door, and in an instant, the huge silhouette standing in the empty hall was revealed in front of everyone, triggering an exclamation and sigh.

"Isn't it spectacular?"

Huai Shi looked at the way they had gradually shifted their attention from their private lives, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, browsing, and the voice of the commentary became more and more impassioned: "The entire furnace was built by the six-phase project. There are forty-one source-mass circuits for energy supply alone. Except for the alloy at the bottom, the whole is composed of..."

In the data and scene described by Huai Shi, everyone was gradually stunned.

In the silent silence, Huai Shi gradually realized that something was wrong.

His expression twitched.

I found out, why, everyone didn't look at the melting pot inside, but... looked at themselves?

"Well, it's really good."

Behind him, Ai Qing bowed her head and held a pen to record something in the notebook, calmly praised.

"That's right, especially the angle of the camera position. It's also very particular." Fu Yi nodded in admiration.

"The exposure and white balance are perfect." Luo Xian nodded in agreement.

"Too...too close!"

But Lily's cheeks were completely red, covering her face, and looking out from her fingers, shocked: "Even if it is... it's too...too..."

"..."

Huai Shi's movements were stiff and sluggish.

What?

When he finally turned his head and looked inside the door, he saw the meltdown reactor he just described, which is indeed as he said, magnificent, huge, majestic, majestic, extravagant...

And, on the wall behind the reactor, there are huge pictures like oil paintings!

In the photo, in the afternoon under the setting sun, in the practice classroom of the Ivory Tower Symphony Orchestra-beautiful young girls surrounded by the instructor, looking forward to Huai Shi's figure and smiling.

And Junxiu's instructor pointed at the cellist in the orchestra, correcting her **** and movements...like hugging from behind, clinging to her, smiling and whispering in her ear.

In the sunlight outside the window, the girl’s cheeks were pink and red, like apples...

I don’t know who’s shooting with the hands of someone who has completely captured this ambiguous and hazy atmosphere in the photo and conveyed it to every viewer.

Snapped!

Huai Shi closed the door subconsciously and blocked it in front of him, feeling that he had hallucinations, but looked back at the scene behind the door crack, only to find that the huge photo was still there!

Tong Ji, I want you! ! !

Forget it, let me cheer you up.

Gudong.

He swallowed and spit.

And in everyone's sluggish gaze, a few caring gazes became playful, either curious, or indifferent, or at a loss, or... mocking.

"Oh roar, the teaching life is so exciting, is this a disaster musician? I love it."

In the crowd, there was a voice that seemed to be amazed.

Fire, arched up!

Even if Huai Shi is killed, he will never forget the tone.

Fu Yi! ! !

Did you go to the Survival Institute to attend the Lezier Training Class!

Good brother! Why push me into the fire pit...

"Ahahaha, my colleagues are joking with me and they put up the photos of the orchestra guide here, please don't care, haha, don't care..."

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and a smile on his sluggish face: "Ahem, as the gold teacher of the Ivory Tower and the instructor of the symphony orchestra, I have a harmonious relationship with the students. Isn't it normal?"

"Yes... is it teaching?" Lily was stunned.

"Yes, yes."

Huai Shi nodded frantically, widened her eyes, and showed sincerity: "Our music exchanges are all like this!"

"Well, indeed, Huai Shi can easily overlook social distancing sometimes."

Luo Xian supported her chin and sighed with emotion: "Especially when communicating with girls, some words will always make people misunderstand. Moreover, she is always overzealous."

As she said, she glanced at Huai Shi with a smile, and reminded helplessly: "It's a teacher anyway, please pay attention."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"

Huai Shi's moved hairs stand upright.

Ai Qing took a meaningful look at the girl behind Huai Shi whose sight was erratic from the beginning, and sighed unintentionally: "Well, indeed, the relationship between teachers and students is good."

"Uh, cough cough, um, a few small things, don't care about it."

Huai Shi moved stiffly, leading everyone forward.

Up to now, I can only cut the mess quickly and leave the ‘crisis scene’ as soon as possible, or else get entangled again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the ghost knows what else will happen.

Boost!

"Come on, next we will visit the [Sacred Wine Production Line] inherited from the Helios workshop, the pharmacy production center of the Ivory Tower... Now, what we see is... it is... it is... "

Before the open door, Huai poetry was sweating.

Behind the door, in the magnificent production center named after the **** wine, above countless miraculously reconciled springs, countless photographs are hung on the wall, which has almost constituted a scale enough for an individual to start a photography exhibition.

And there is no doubt that all photos are the subject.

There is only one.

Huai Shi! Huai Shi! It's Huai Shi!

Even, the title of the work was marked thoughtfully.

"Huai Poems in Eastern Xia", "Huai Poems in Yingzhou", "Huai Poems in America", "Huai Poems at Work", "Huai Poems at Rest", "Huai Poems Eat Lunch"...

And above the photos, Ye Xueya, who talked with Huai Shi on Dongxia’s wine table, Liz who toasted with Huai Shi at the cooperative buffet, and in the car on rainy days, from Huai Shi Umbrella See Amber when I walked out of the car...

Under the precise capture and recording, every picture is beautiful, and when the eyes are intertwined, it reveals indescribable depth and tenderness.

Tong Ji! ! !

"Wow, so many mature big sisters." Among the crowd, "pure passerby" Fu Yi clapped and applauded: "Is this also a student? Mr. Huai Shi has so many students."

Huai Shi bowed her head, wiping blood and tears in those sights with her back.

For a moment, he seemed to have traveled through a thousand years, feeling the blood, tears and sadness that belonged to Caesar.

Brutus, do you even have a share!

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