Once he entered the canyon, it was as deep as the sea. From then on, time was a passerby.
After fighting in the canyon for an unknown period of time, Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall.
It was almost seven o'clock.
Rubbing his growling stomach, Ling Ping'an turned off the game and opened the takeout app.
As usual, he ordered a portion of beef rice.
Then, he searched for the supper shop from last night and found that it could no longer be found on the takeout app.
He opened the search app again and searched for the name of the shop, 'Xiaoke Seafood'. In the end, there was no trace of this supper shop on all the web pages.
"It seems that something really happened to this takeout shop!" He sighed, "It wasn't easy for me to find a delicious supper shop, but it's gone just like that... What a pity!"
His tongue was very tricky!
This could be seen from the fact that he only ate at a fixed breakfast shop and a fixed takeout shop.
Food, in front of his tongue, almost had no place to hide!
Even if it was only a little strange smell, his tongue could keenly taste it.
His tongue could even taste the marinated taste of the meat during the processing process.
Whether it was fresh or not, he could taste it in one mouthful.
He could even taste the origin of the meat!
He was simply born with a chef's tongue!
Therefore, his culinary skills were also impeccable!
However, Ling Ping'an was too lazy. As long as he could order takeout that suited his taste, he would not do it himself.
Just like how he would never go out shopping as long as he could make do with it.
If his clothes were dirty, he would throw them at the laundry.
If he ran out of shower gel and shampoo, he would buy them online.
He would get a haircut every three months and go for a physical examination every six months.
He might not even go to the market to buy vegetables once a year.
The good news was that because the nearby industrial park had gradually moved away, there was no dust in the kitchen.
Moreover, because the climate in Jiangcheng City was relatively dry, the rice and oil bought for the New Year's Eve dinner before the New Year were still clean.
He casually turned on the television and it was news time again.
"Since the beginning of summer, many Nanyang countries have had typhoons hit the mainland one after another!" The announcer's voice came from the television. On the television screen, an inland area that had been attacked by a typhoon appeared.
A large number of houses were blown down by the strong wind.
Countless buildings were soaked in the flood.
The helpless victims were filled with melancholy.
"At the request of the Luzon Kingdom, the Lanfang Gonghe Kingdom, the Samboja Kingdom, and the Jiaozhi Kingdom, the Federal Empire's Natural Disaster Relief Force will begin to provide necessary technical support and personnel guidance to the local disaster areas!"
"At the same time, the central cabinet of the Federal Empire will hold a cabinet meeting tomorrow to discuss and vote on sending troops to assist the affected countries!"
Ling Ping'an looked at the news and sighed silently.
To be honest, if he hadn't seen the news, he would have almost forgotten that there were so many neighboring countries in Nanyang.
These small countries were like pearls in the Nanyang region.
A long time ago, the countries in the region were tributary states and vassal states of the Ancient Federal Empire.
Before and after the establishment of the Federal Empire, the area was occupied and infiltrated by the colonists of the Land of Qin.
After the establishment of the Federal Empire, of course, such things that went against benevolence and morality could not be allowed to continue to exist.
Thus, with the support of Taizu and Taizong of the Federal Empire, the Nanyang countries won independence one after another.
Then, they became a member of the Federal Empire's economic circle.
Normally, they didn't have much of a presence.
Because they were too small, they were basically exporting agricultural products or raw materials.
They would probably only appear in the sight of the people of the Federal Empire when they encountered natural disasters and needed assistance.
After all, they were not like Fusang and Xinluo, who had a long-term close relationship with the Federal Empire. They were also not like these two countries, who had to push for a referendum to enter China every few days. Their presence was so full that it was difficult for people to ignore them!
After watching the news, the takeout arrived.
The young girl from Fusang was as lively as before. She placed the takeout box on the counter and introduced it enthusiastically, "Ling-san, this is the beef rice you ordered!"
"Today's beef is the top-grade Wagyu beef carefully selected from the Osaka region. I hope you like it!"
"In addition, I've also given you an extra serving of sea urchin soup!"
Ling Ping'an couldn't help but feel his index finger move as he listened.
"Thank you so much, Chiba-chan!" He said, "You specially prepare the best delicacies for me every time!"
Recently, the quality of the Chiba family's takeout had really improved in a straight line.
Ling Ping'an could tell with one taste that they were all top-grade ingredients.
The quality was greatly improved compared to the past, but the price did not increase.
Regarding this, Ling Ping'an was really grateful to those rich people.
It was really great!
The more of these capitalists, the better!
Of course, he was also very grateful to Chiba Michiko and her family. Without their superb culinary skills, he would not have been able to eat such good food.
"You're too polite!" Chiba Michiko bowed deeply, "It's our honor to satisfy the customers!"
This little fox girl from Fusang really felt that her life was full of light recently!
With the injection of federal capital, she and her family's food business had really risen step by step.
The customers were satisfied, and her family could still make money.
Her mother had recently started to prepare to buy a house!
This was one of the highest ideals of all refugees: to have their own property in this country.
Therefore, the little fox girl's heart was filled with gratitude.
Gratitude to this country, gratitude to the guests she met, and gratitude to life.
This filled her with happiness every moment.
Her entire person was filled with happiness.
After sending off the cheerful little girl from Fusang, Ling Ping'an carried the takeout box and sat at the counter, eating happily.
The kitten, Bastet, squatted beside him, occasionally sharing a piece of beef or a spoonful of sea urchin soup.
After sweeping away all the food, Ling Ping'an patted his stomach in satisfaction.
"Awesome!" He said.
… …
Y'lisabet's arm suddenly turned into a multi-barreled Gatling cannon.
The steam turbine in her body started to operate at high speed. Flesh and blood were pumped into it and converted into a huge amount of energy. Then, they turned into depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets filled with mechanical brilliance.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The descendant of the diablo opposite her was shattered by the depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets she fired.
One by one, its tentacles were directly broken.
Its huge body swayed and collapsed, causing countless dust and smoke to splash up.
Y'lisabet opened the "Gospel for Mechanists", and the will of steel appeared from her body.
She walked forward and chanted the gospel for mechanists.
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
As she chanted, the descendant of the diablo that had already collapsed was gradually melted by the power of steel.
In the end, the flesh and blood of this huge descendant of the diablo was condensed into a sparkling and translucent crystal.
This was a crystal with a higher purity than the previous Crystal of the diablo.
It was also what Y'lisabet was looking for.
"Twenty-five crystals!" She counted the crystals she had obtained. "I can already enter the fog again to buy a more sacred mechanical scripture!"
She thought about her experience in the fog.
In the end, the ruler in the fog said, "Of course, I will use machinery and steel to snatch it from the hands of the diablo and his minions!"
"Twenty-five crystals should be enough!"
Thus, she began to set off. Her entire body turned into a mechanical aircraft and returned in the direction of the steel altar.
An hour later, she landed in the steel altar.
Countless believers raised their heads and looked at her. This was the mechanical nun, the Bhikkhuni of Steel.
The chosen of the soul of all machines, the boy under the seat of Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva.
The mechanical guardian that had been sleeping in the steel altar also raised its head from the steel of the altar.
"You\'re back!?" It said, "I\'m ready!"
Its mission had already been understood on the day it came.
It was to become a guard, a guard that guarded the steel altar.
Y'lisabet nodded at it and then faced the devout believers.
"I\'m going to meet a great ruler!" She said, "I\'m going to ask him for the true scriptures!"
"Buddha is merciful!" She put her palms together. "He will bless me with a smooth journey to obtain the true scriptures and deliver all living beings from suffering!"
"Buddha is merciful!" One by one, the believers put their palms together.
The flashlight was turned on, and the light source shone forward.
The fog gradually rose from all directions.
Y'lisabet looked back at her people and then stepped into it without hesitation.
As soon as she entered the fog, just like last time, Y'lisabet immediately felt all the nanoarmor on her body go into standby mode.
Even the will of steel began to fade.
She once again became a mortal with a mortal body.
In front of her, only the light source of the flashlight was illuminating the road.
She raised her head and looked into the distance. In the depths of the fog, a light flickered.
Y'lisabet\'s heart immediately rose with an incomparably devout faith.
She knew that seeking the true scriptures required sincerity.
In her quantum brain, there were many stories of ancient eastern monks seeking the true scriptures.
Thus, she slowly bent down and kowtowed with each step.
Devoutly and firmly, she slowly moved forward in the fog.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an yawned.
He was already a little tired.
But when he looked at the document on the computer screen, he smiled with satisfaction.
Today, he had written eight thousand characters!
He was really diligent and hardworking!
Ling Ping\ 'an felt that the chief editor should give him the Hardworking Author of the Year Award!
After all, to be able to write eight thousand words in one's free time was not something anyone could do.
Even the Five Whites of the Central Plains might not be able to do it!
After turning off the computer, Ling Ping\ 'an stood up and carried the kitten, Bastet. He walked to the door and was about to close it.
Suddenly, he saw a figure standing up in the fog outside.
He pushed the door open and took a closer look. He realized that it was the foreign guest from a few days ago.
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at her and immediately felt a little guilty.
After all, he seemed to have lost the crystal that she had mortgaged here last time!
He scratched his head and finally smiled. He went forward to welcome her, "Guest, you\'re here again!"
"Please come in!"
… …
He recommended Yue Wuluo\'s new book, "From a pirate to a general".
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