The Night Demon clan falls into chaos, and Jue Juezi struggles to survive?

Why does it feel like Xiaoyu and I are not playing the same dungeon?

Is this the world of genius?

As its name suggests, "The Daughter of Time" is not so much an autobiography as it is a detective novel that explores the historical truth...

The reasoning in the book is not a current case, but a historical event that actually happened many years ago.

Although he thought he had found the truth, there were no witnesses to prove it and no prisoner to confess.

Highlight a free heart!

"The Daughter of Time"...

That's what it meant.

Being carefully cultivated by two previous owners of the autobiography, this title is well deserved.

After a long time, Meng Lang slowly came back to his senses.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the only photo included in the page.

Well... the little broken ball looked quite miserable at this time, almost torn in half.

What grew from the seed was a huge thing that covered the sky and the sun, occupying less than half of the field of vision even when viewed from the moon.

Compared to Godzilla, who is dozens of meters tall, this guy with a ferocious face and lava flowing all over his body has definitely reached the standard of a "starry sky monster".

The whole picture looks like a black gecko with no facial features and its body covered with egg white crawled out of a broken egg.

All the previous speculations finally had answers at this moment, but Meng Lang was not too surprised.

Compared with this big lizard, it is Xiaoyu’s various tricks that make one’s back shiver when thinking about it.

A harmonious and unified world can be described as "cruel".

So by what means did she achieve "unification"?

Is it physical unification, or is it mandatory "ideological unification"?

Sure enough, equipment such as helmets cannot be worn randomly. If your mind slips, it will develop in the direction of Magneto?

There are also "nests" that can compete with "a lump" level, and just use mental pollution to plunge the Night Demon clan into chaos and kill each other...

How many levels has this "spiritual synchronization" skill been upgraded to?

Jue Juezi, who is clearly considered a half-teacher, is trembling in fear of "killing the donkey"... and what kind of beating did he have to have such a stress reaction?

Each piece of information contains only a few sentences, but upon closer inspection, it is filled with details that are unbearable to look at.

Meng Lang couldn't help but turn to the technical appendix at the end...

"Sister Xiaoyu Project (also known as 'Mass-Production New Humanity Project')"

Meng Lang: "(Words)"

I said why does it sound so familiar? Isn't this a replica of the "Misaka Sister Project"?

Looking at the densely packed data below, sure enough, in the center is a "product rendering" of a man wearing a combat uniform.

The innocent and cute face looks like Xiaoyu...

Damn it! No wonder I have to oppose it even if the world is destroyed. This plan has really exceeded the limit of my psychological endurance!

Look at the “Number of first batch of planned clones: 100,000” at the end of the list.

rash:"……"

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"Hi~hoo~"

"Hmm?" Lawyer Lin, who was returning home from get off work, had just come out of the elevator when he saw a melancholy young man leaning on the corridor balcony, puffing away at the sunset.

"Meng Lang? How did you..."

Lin Haitang frowned and looked at the Huazi held in the other person's hand.

"I remember you didn't smoke before?"

Meng Lang turned his head, with eyes full of vicissitudes of life and melancholy, and sighed sadly.

"Oh! It's nothing. I heard that this thing can relieve stress, so I'll try it."

Can I still say that reading an autobiography was so powerful that I couldn't help but smoke an "after-action cigarette"?

"Huh? What happened?" Lin Haitang asked nervously when he saw that Meng Lang looked wrong.

"Nothing happened, but something is about to happen..."

"I'm talking about serious business, can you please stop playing riddles?"

"I didn't do riddles... Sigh! Forget it... Sometimes I think you are so cunning, forgetting everything and pretending that nothing happened...

You won't understand my mood now..." Meng Lang turned to face the sunset, and took another puff of Huazi with a melancholy look on his face.

"What and what? Tell me clearly, what did I forget?"

"There are many things you have forgotten, such as your identity, your responsibilities, your obligations..."

Looking at Lin Haitang who looked confused, Meng Lang spoke with a faint tone.

When Lin Haitang heard this and saw Meng Lang's sad eyes, he immediately misunderstood.

"You...what are you talking about? In fact, I haven't forgotten...my wife's obligations..."

She was squirming, and the sound behind her was almost imperceptible.

"What did you say?" Meng Lang didn't hear clearly.

Feeling guilty, Lin Haitang quickly glanced around and found that there was no one around, so he gritted his teeth and endured the shame.

The next moment, Meng Lang didn't react. He only felt a softness on his arms and a coldness on his lips.

I was stunned for three full seconds.

Damn it! What kind of situation is this? There are benefits for just complaining?

The wavy line of love is back again?

My mind is still confused, but my body has responded honestly.

"Hmm~"

The slight smell of smoke rushed into his mouth, and the extra big hand below the waist behind him made Lin Haitang's body feel weak and his face felt hot.

Until he felt a strange feeling in his chest, Lin Haitang suddenly woke up and grabbed the offending hand.

"No! Not here!"

"Oh~ the place you are talking about, is it the location or the place?"

After being stunned for a moment, Lin Haitang resisted the shame and pushed Meng Lang away.

"Both!" "Bang!"

Looking at the door being slammed shut, Meng Lang smashed it with resentment.

He lowered his head and glanced at the cigarette butt that fell to the ground. There was still a small flame of passion burning on it...

He had no choice but to crush it with one kick.

Alas! What's the matter with these two people, one big and one small?

The older one has not passed through the restricted area of ​​love, and the younger one has to force himself to cross the moral border...

What a sin...
Chapter completed!