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This is the Bingtis family. The Obsidian Palace has left the real space and is now floating in the twisted alien world.
Bing¡¯s father and Bing¡¯s mother prepared a sumptuous family banquet, firstly to welcome their daughter home, and secondly to welcome the guests from the Xiling Empire. Although it¡¯s rude to think so, it¡¯s great to not have to deal with chive boxes and egg-filled pancakes when eating at Bingtis¡¯s house. Of course, that¡¯s not to say that leek boxes and egg-filled pancakes are bad, but think about it. If Elder Tang had After traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, enduring eighty-one hardships, and narrowly escaping death, the Buddha arrived in Tianzhu. The Buddha ordered someone to bring him a copy of "A Quick Introduction to Buddhism - Seal of the Tang Dynasty Bookstore" priced at five cents
You should understand how I feel when I have dinner at Father God¡¯s house.
Because it was a family dinner, there was no one else at the dinner table. Apart from the Kuwain couple, only me and the soul-departed version of Bingtis were present. The housekeeper Mo was not present this time, and there were only two people who looked like smoke. A group of shadow servants stood nearby to serve as servants, serving tea and water and waiting for orders. In theory, this atmosphere should be extremely relaxing, but the goosebumps and cold sweat on my body are caused by the endless waves of the Yangtze River pushing back and forth. This atmosphere is almost starting to make people miss Father God's leek box. I put a spoonful of beans that tasted a bit like corn kernels into my mouth, and couldn't help but look up at the source of this strange atmosphere: the scorching eyes of Uncle Kuvain and Aunt Aishaly were indeed still here.
The two of them have been staring at each other for nearly ten minutes since they started eating. Bing Ma is better, at least she has to maintain a ladylike manner when she lowers her head to eat. Bing Dad is weird, just like this, Ku Uncle Wine kept his eyes fixed and looked forward while eating. He took the food from the table and put it into his mouth completely by feeling his way around. He always had a weird smile on his face. Let me tell you: The upper part of the old man's nose has solidified into the surrounding space. This handsome old man with an aristocratic temperament is as if he is in the late stages of Alzheimer's disease. I doubt that if he takes away his chair now, he will be able to use his face as a fulcrum to fix it in mid-air
"What" I was so terrified by the weird gaze of Bing Daddy and Bing Ma that even Bingtis, who was stuck in my body, was stared at by my own parents and I didn't dare to breathe (the latter was the same as me) perspective), finally couldn¡¯t help but speak.
"You said you said -" Uncle Kuvain kept the upper half of his face frozen, and the lower half of his face looked over with a smile. His tone was cordial, "Oh, you are satisfied with the food, I think it was cooked by Aisali herself." , she is a good craftsman, when I chased her, one of my main purposes was not to have to cook by myself in the future"
With a smile on her face, Mother Bing tried her best to maintain her reserve as a high-level dark goddess, while inserting the knife into Father Bing's arm: the latter pretended that he didn't feel anything at all. Well, it seems like he really doesn't feel anything
"The food is quite good." I felt that my face was as stiff as if it had been painted with three layers of paste and dried for three days. It felt like it was falling apart when I smiled. "You guys keep looking at meis something wrong?" ?¡±
"It's okay, it's just my habit." Daddy Bing smiled happily, completely ignoring the shocking knife stuck in his arm. Aunt Aishali looked at the knife stuck in her husband's arm in a daze, and also I didn't know what I was thinking about before I pulled it off. I even heard a pop
Ding Dang, eating at Bingtis¡¯s house turned out to be so stressful. What a magical pair of parents. The last time I came here, it wasn¡¯t so serious. I can only explain this as because of Bingtis. My sister has been unable to find a partner for tens of millions of years, and she has almost made her parents suffer from mental illness. Now, as long as any male creature appears within a ten-meter radius of Bingtis, the two parents may regard him as a son-in-law, like me That is definitely a high-risk target.
But there was nothing they could do about it - I turned to look at Bingtis (body) sitting next to me, and the latter also turned to look at me with dead fish eyes. Of course, this action was due to conditions. reflection. As for this master-level elder sister, she usually looks like a completely Chinese version. She drinks, plays cards, and fights in groups. She sits cross-legged on the sofa and eats sesame seed cakes and watches boxing matches. She squats on the curb with a bottle of wine and whistles at the other side. This is something like that. She does it all, and I feel like we are brothers from beginning to end when we are together. It is said that women are made of water, men are made of mud, and women are made of cement. I suspect that Bingtis is made of titanium alloy mixed with granite. It is absolutely impossible for someone who has been with her for more than three days to be like this. A eldest sister had the illusion of falling in love: Bing Daddy and Bingma, you really think too much
But I definitely can¡¯t say this directly. If I say it directly, there will be two results: Bing Daddy and Bing Mama will suffer a huge blow and see through the world and life and embark on the road of no return to become an evil god, or Bingtis will become angry and mute in my mind. No one can afford to sing "Conquer".
 The top is open: not far above, you can see the exit of the patio. A blood-red moon hangs in the middle of the small circular sky, and the thin red light shed illuminates the top of the patio. Blood red is a color that can easily make people feel depressed, but under this strange moon, I feel a strange sense of peace, as if the red moon can soothe people's hearts. I was stunned, remembering that there is no moon in the God Realm, and there is no moon in the alien space where the obsidian palace usually floats
"This is inside the Holy Spirit Tower, and it is an independent space from the outside. The red moon is also a unique thing in the tower," Bingtis said quietly, "There are also residents and civilizations on that moon. Even my dad doesn't know When were they born, but they claim to be the guardian clan of the Holy Spirit and have consciously helped manage the Red Moon for tens of millions of years Things created by God are often like this, and sometimes small worlds are created somehow. I rarely Go disturb them, I wonder if the current guardians on Red Moon are the same ones as beforeah, that¡¯s not important.¡±
For God, this kind of thing is probably equivalent to planting a potted flower, and then a small nest of ants suddenly appears in the flowerpot. As a result, that small nest of ants creates civilization and calls itself the guardian of the flowerpot. I think so. He stood and observed the patio curiously. Its style is different from the rest of the temple. The inner wall is made of a dark-toned crystalline material, with an alternating purple and blue sheen. The exquisite reliefs that can be seen everywhere in other temples are not visible on the inner wall. , there are only straight dents running through the inner wall from top to bottom. There is a deep and solemn atmosphere here. Even Bingtis's mood seems to be affected by this place and becomes depressed: she has been silent for five consecutive minutes. .
"Let's jump."
Finally, Sister Bing broke the silence and said two words lightly.
"Huh?" I didn't react at once.
"Jump down!" Bingtis said clearly this time, and there was no doubt about it. "I want to go down there, just jump. Anyway, you won't fall to death."
I looked at the bottomless sinkhole below and could only curl my lips helplessly and jump down. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com