The Path Toward Heaven

Black is not noticeable, especially in the mist.

This black car is very easy to notice, because it is different from those abandoned on the streets for many years, it is very new, and it wants to receive daily protection.

The young girl who came down from the black car was also very new-whether it was the dress with floral prints or the umbrella in her hand.

Even she herself seemed to have just left the factory, with a fresh and weird breath.

"This site is isolated under the plateau crust and is better preserved. Of course, it has also been repaired for many years. These vehicles are newly made."

The girl's voice was very calm, without any mood swings, just like the umbrella in her hand, moving in the breeze.

Umbrella, covering her face.

Jing Jiu's gaze fell on her feet, and she found that she was wearing a pair of ordinary black leather shoes, furry socks piled at her ankles, and looked cute.

The wind was stronger and the mist was blown away. There was a river not far ahead of the street.

The girl, holding an umbrella, went up the bridge and crossed the river.

Jing Jiu followed her.

After getting off the bridge, the fog in the city gradually thickened, covering those dead buildings, and the mountain view in front became much clearer.

There is a courtyard in the mountains, black eaves and white walls, flowers and trees, and residual snow. It is similar to the landscape garden outside the town.

There is a hot spring deep in the courtyard, and there is a faint hot mist. There are square feet on the water's side, and a chair on each side of the short sides.

The girl walked to the hot spring, sat on a chair, folded her umbrella, and laid it on the ground.

The floral skirt was so thin that it looked like some kind of yukata, floating like the wind, and falling like clouds.

The broken flower on the skirt was a sunflower, which reminded Jing Jiu of the oil painting in Xingmen Art Museum.

He sat down in another chair and looked across.

The girl's black hair was smooth and trimmed neatly, covering her eyebrows like a curtain, and when gently lifted by the wind, she looked like a watermelon peel.

Her eyebrows are very thin, as if drawn, her nose is very small, her lips are very red, like cherry.

Her face was very fair and smooth, like freshly peeled eggs, more accurately, like perfect white porcelain without any flaws.

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Shen Yunbu used to evaluate Jing Jiu as a porcelain puppet in the military building.

This girl is really so.

Picturesque eyebrows do not mean beauty, because paintings don't always look good.

Perfect skin does not necessarily mean beauty, because it may be false.

The white face was not angry, and the two fine eyebrows and red lips like cherry were not angry.

Seeing this face, Jing Jiu thought of the young officer on the battleship Lieyang.

The girl took out two small porcelain bottles from the hot spring and two translucent small wine bottles and put them on the short table, and began to pour wine.

The picture of a jade hand sticking out of the sleeve looks great.

Fingers poke the glass and pour the wine naturally.

Amber spirits are soaked in hot springs and no longer pungent.

All the details are breathable in nature.

Jing Jiu felt that these movements and details were too deliberate.

He knew that the girl sitting in front of him at this time was not a real human being, nor was that being.

To be more precise, the person with whom he is talking today is not here, it should be somewhere else, maybe even another planet.

Changing to the average person may be very uncomfortable, but he is used to this mode of dialogue.

At that time in the snow field, his long-distance consciousness exchange with Xue Ji was no different from this situation today.

The beginning of any conversation requires the identification of the other party.

Jing Jiu was very sure that the other party must have read the novel he had written, but still reported his name.

The young girl said softly, "Fly."

Jing Jiu didn't know what to do with the name.

The girl asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Many people want to come. Jing Jiu wants to be recognized by the girl and become the new deity, so she has to accept her inspection, but this is not the case.

The person in charge of the question was not the girl, but him.

He first raised a question.

"Where's the standard time?"

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He wrote some words on the piece of paper in the apartment below the ground.

Later at Star Gate University, he added two more words to the paper.

Those words are: year, month, standard day.

And some others.

Human beings now have many planets. Each planet's revolution time and rotation time are different. Naturally, each planet has its own time mode.

But the Star Alliance has a standard model for chronology and space travel.

Jing Jiu has confirmed many times that no astronomical rule of a human-habiting planet meets this standard.

The girl's voice had no mood swings, and it seemed not surprising that she would hear the problem.

"Ancient civilization originated on a planet, and standard time is the rule there."

Hearing this answer, Jing Jiu was not surprised, and continued to ask, "Month?"

The girl said, "That planet has a companion."

Jing Jiu then asked, "I have seen Tengu eclipse in some books, or the word eclipse, and I have seen it there."

The girl said, "As you have seen with you."

Jing Jiuwang looked towards those hot mists on the hot spring, and his eyes penetrated, as if to see a huge snowball outside the gravitational field, the sky outside the snowball, the universe outside the sky, and the universe side.

He asked, "Where are we?"

The girl picked up the little wine with two fingers, took a shallow sip on her cherry-like lips, and said softly, "The gods can't create the world either, but only some new worlds can be found ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Looking back, looking at her white face, she said, "You don't want to give me an accurate answer? "

"Everyone who comes out of you will ask me these questions. You are not special, you are not particularly smart, and they are no different from them."

The girl said, "Why do you get special treatment from me?"

Jing Jiu put his foot into the hot spring.

At this moment, he did such an action, naturally, not to show that he still has leisurely ambitions, and must have deep meaning.

As for the specific meaning, it is unknown for the time being, and no questions were asked at this time. After all, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing have not yet risen.

The girl's eyes fell on the hot spring, looking at his feet and asking, "Do you feel it?"

Jing Jiu didn't turn back and asked, "Do you feel alcohol?"

The girl said: "This body has enough sensory cells and feels richer than humans."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't."

The girl said, "It's a bit miserable."

Jing Jiu said, "The lava bath is good."

The girl thought for a while and said, "Reasonable."

Jing Jiu turned around and looked at her eyes and said, "Look, I'm different from those who rise."

The corner of the girl's lips was pulled at an extremely slow speed, with a strange smile, and said, "You want to convince me, are you the same as me?"