Technician’s Manual

"Is it almost dinner time?"

"What's there to be happy about, isn't it still those dishes? I want to eat the Longshi Lalafa set meal at Russell's restaurant." The wind master couldn't help complaining: "It's fine if we lock us up here to work, but let's order a takeaway Not too much, right?"

"Be patient, after all, this is a five-star confidential project, we have to sign a non-disclosure agreement before we come down." The waterman's companion laughed, "Let's not talk about takeaway, even a mosquito flying in here has to be inspected dozens of times. Over and over again, I suspect that the ingredients here are all prepared in advance, and the contact with the outside world is cut off as much as possible.”

There are a total of 2,000 magicians like them, and they are working in three shifts to build the permanent empty door in front of them. It stands to reason that the empty door, a space wonder project that can connect two countries, should at least be qualified to participate in the sanctuary magician who is an introductory space faction. In the great flood, even a wingman can use the empty door to affect the spatial dimension.

In the past, only sanctuary magicians could affect the space because tools were scarce, and they could only rely on extremely high talents to cook without rice. Now that there are fool-like tools, the threshold for operators will naturally drop, just like an exquisite small family workshop being roughed. replaced by industrialized production.

The operators here are all one-winged and two-winged, and the Throne Hall doesn’t care about their school of spells at all, and directly assigns them a "Buddhist Spell Spirit". The teacher's work does not require any creative wisdom, only requires precision and caution, and fills the empty door technique little by little at a slow but steady speed.

Most of them are aristocratic magicians from various civil service departments. They belong to "noble idlers". Their usual work is simple and easy, and it doesn't matter if they are replaced by ordinary people. However, as aristocrats, they can only lie on their feet and never dare to break the red line. It is not so much that they are aristocrats, it is better to say that they are tool people who have castrated their criminal functions.

Really capable high-level magicians are maintaining the country's operation and resisting natural disasters, so the hard work of building a Buddhist door that must be done by magicians falls on them. It is precisely because they were nobles in the past, even though the starry sky was broken and the nobles began to cross the red line to fight for power and profit, they still put the national interests first, and obeying the law has become their unbreakable concept.

During the time when the starry sky was shattered, instead of falling into chaos, the Starry Kingdom exploded with jaw-dropping organizational power, precisely because this group of middle-level nobles still maintained the social operation according to inertia.

Tool talents with both ability and weakness are the most steadfast cornerstone of order.

So the two magicians just complained about the food, but still carefully filled the empty door spells in their hands.

"I mainly don't understand why it is so secretive. Does anyone dare to destroy the empty door?"

"At least the Throne Hall thinks it's possible. Just because we can see the three sanctuary magicians taking turns on duty, I guarantee that there must be a legendary magician guarding here." The water magician said with a smile: "Maybe there are already The enemy sneaked in to investigate."

"You've already said that there are sanctuaries and legends here, and there are two thousand magicians here. If I were an infiltrator, I must be hiding in the shadows with fear, shivering in a ball."

2 The magicians guessed right, the infiltrators were indeed hiding in the shadows and huddled together, their bodies were trembling slightly, and there was indeed a trace of fear in their hearts.

The pink-haired maid hugged her master, her soft plump fully fitting her hard chest, and her slender fingers passed through the neckline to caress the broad curve of his back shoulder. Although her mouth was very arrogant, Vichy didn't taste the taste of Yaxiu immediately, she quietly met Yaxiu's eyes, and Yaxiu almost used all his strength to keep his eyes from moving away. He didn't know why, but It always feels like looking away now is throwing in the towel.

He could admit defeat to the maid, but he didn't want to show his weakness in front of the Ghost Prophet.

At this moment, they are no longer loving masters and servants, but supervisors and prisoners. What they are talking about is not about feelings, but about the exchange of interests. He has to pay a price in exchange for Vichy's restraint, and Vichy wants to obtain advanced merits from him. ． ． ． ． it's an exchange

easy.

"Are you ready?"

She tilted her head, and the smile in the corner of her eyes was like a devil's grin before harvesting the soul: "Have you fallen in love with me?"

Yaxiu didn't speak, he took the initiative to put his arms around Vichy's waist and kissed him, but Vichy tilted his head back to avoid his "self-trap", and held his cheeks with both hands. She raised her eyebrows, and the smile on her face revealed an uncompromising arrogance: "This time, follow my rhythm."

Vichy lightly pecked Ash's lips, but didn't kiss deeply, as if he was looking for which part was more delicious. After trying again and again, she finally felt that Yaxiu's lower lip was the most comfortable and **** to kiss. She held it for a while, and then parted with a "pop".

The long breaths of the two reached each other's faces, and the heartbeats that were tightly pressed against each other were like the drums of war. Vichy sat in Ash's arms without knowing it, and Ash's waist was sandwiched between her thighs strangled by purple, as if the two of them were about to merge into one.

Vichy held Ash's chin, the corners of his mouth turned up, his brows and eyes were full of mischievous jokes, "stick out your tongue."

Yaxiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he glared at Vichy viciously, hiding his shame with a frantic gesture: "How can you - don't peek at me and them from now on!"

"Yeah, I see, I won't watch it in the future."

This insincere perfunctory made the corners of Asiu's mouth twitch, he stuck out his tongue reluctantly, intending to perfunctory Vichy casually. However, soon he had to use his real skills—Vichy's posture was so high that his mouth was extremely stiff, but his skills were unexpectedly jerky, even worse than Sword Fairy.

Although Jian Ji has been defeated repeatedly, she will at least persevere until the last moment and will never retreat halfway. And Vichy didn't have the self-esteem of being a ghost prophet at all. Once he realized that he was at a disadvantage, he decisively separated, blushing and quickly adjusted his breathing. She didn't care about the resentment and contempt in Ashius' eyes at all, and completed this "highly risky" ceremony down-to-earth at her own pace.

But she seems to be not good at this kind of intimacy, and she wanted to grab the dominance, so Yaxiu had no choice but to slow down his pace, so that the guy with the trash can constellation suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of superiority—even if the ghost prophet lived for a thousand years, but In this regard, I am still better. ． ． ． ． ．

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