"When will the system, Spring Festival activities, and card pool conditions be updated?"
The system responded decisively: [On the day of the Spring Festival]
"Then it seems there is no hope."
Gao Yi collapsed directly on the grass, feeling the warm sunshine on his cheeks.
"How can we push the gods back into the abyss?"
In the words of the Head of the Black Mist, the matter of knocking down the Lord of Dreams seemed to be related to humans. But from its disdainful look, it seemed that the person who actually completed this move was not a human being.
Related to humans...the Lord of Dreams was knocked down.
Could it be...
Was it a human plan? What did they use to knock down the Lord of Dreams?
When contaminating his own painting, the Head of the Black Mist said: "Man has overthrown the rule of God, divided and eaten the fragmented authority, openly named it a skill, and continued or passed it down."
"But after all, it is not a flame that an ant can withstand. Every time it is used actively, it will cause a huge burden on the body."
"So the end of every ant is to be burned up by the flames. It's simply ridiculous."
But now the authority of the Lord of Dreams still exists, so where does human skill come from?
Another god?
A chapter of the ancient and distant chapter was revealed by the remaining servants of the gods... But after it had belittled mankind, it jumped into the pit to be loyal, without even a follow-up.
It deserves a break!
Gao Yi shook his head.
Now that I think about it, these are still empty words, and they are still not helpful in solving the problem of New Year's Eve.
Bang bang bang!
On the lawn in the distance, several firecrackers suddenly sounded.
Gao Yi turned around and took a look, only to find that two children were squatting there and playing with cannonballs. The crackling sound caused a group of ants to flee in all directions.
After looking at the cane he took out from the system space, Gao Yi frowned.
He suddenly had a crazy idea, but he didn't dare to put it into practice.
Because I can't afford to gamble.
If conditions permit, he still wants to pursue an evacuation operation.
"Woof woof woof!"
A Samoyed came running quickly.
"Xiao Di, what's wrong with you?" Gao Yi grabbed the dog's head.
"Something big happened!"
Xiao Di breathlessly replied: "Something big happened, Ma Baoshu asked you to answer the question!"
"You've been taking classes with me for so long, can't you answer it yourself?"
Gao Yi's heart suddenly suddenly filled with a sense of crisis.
"I can't!"
Xiao Di screamed: "I completely don't understand why you humans have to learn these difficult questions."
"I've had enough of Xiao Ming, Xiao Hong, oqob, and Li Hua and Li Ming!"
"Okay, get out."
Gao Yi kicked it directly: "Hurry up and find a public phone booth. Remember to stay away from here. I want you to make a call for me later."
"Wow!" Xiao Di immediately ran away like lightning.
Gao Yi was about to go home when he suddenly felt his nose was hot. He stretched out his hand and saw that his eyes were filled with bright red.
[The dream battle will have a very serious mental burden on you]
The system warmly reminds: [You should take a good rest]
Gao Yi shook his head.
…
Donghai, Second People's Hospital.
11:30 am.
Golden sunshine, accompanied by a cool breeze, filled the entire ward.
Beside the blue and white striped hospital bed, a bouquet of flowers stained with dew was placed in a vase, and a large bag of fruits and melon seeds was put down.
At this time, the TV was turned on and a midday talk show from Donghai City was being broadcast.
The title reads:
[The New Year is approaching, and the Spring Festival travel pressure in the East China Sea is facing difficulties!]
"It's going to be difficult again this year."
Director Song was half leaning on the hospital bed and sighed: "As the fastest-growing economic center in recent years, it has attracted a lot of immigrants. But after people come, they still have to leave.
"It seems that the situation has not improved this year."
“After all, the railway construction of underground facilities will still take the bulk, and there is nothing we can do about it.”
Tan Yan found a stool, peeled an apple, and replied, "It's hard for people going out to the East China Sea now, and it's hard for people coming back."
"Tanzi, what are you doing? You're too polite."
Director Song quickly asked him to sit down: "But don't cut it, the doctor said it's not delicious yet..."
"Ah?" Tan Yan took a bite of the apple.
Director Song's eyelids twitched: "Are you eating this for yourself?"
"Yeah, aren't you afraid of being bored?" Tan Yan grabbed another handful of melon seeds.
"From now on, you'll have to hold back on coming to work."
Director Song wanted to scold him again, but suddenly he heard someone's cell phone ringing. Tan Yan took out his cell phone and said "Hello?" and then suddenly looked at Director Song with a confused expression.
"Looking for me?"
Director Song said strangely. He answered the phone and suddenly heard an obviously distorted voice.
"Hello, Director Song."
"Hello, who are you?" Director Song frowned.
"You can call me Descartes."
Descartes?
Director Song turned on the speakerphone.
"I have something to inform you."
Descartes solemnly said: "The Lord of Dreams is about to escape."
Director Song and Tan Yan looked at each other and immediately asked: "Who is the Lord of the Dream...?"
On the streets of a distant city, next to a public phone booth, Descartes, wearing an ill-fitting suit and an alpaca hood, was pressing the headset and talking to Gao Yi.
"Mr. Gao, he asked who the Lord of the Dream is?"
Gao Yi, who was far away in his room and stuffing his nose with a tissue, suddenly stopped.
Big trouble.
Although the fall of the Lord of Dreams definitely did not happen in modern times, if there are really traces of this matter in the Executive Directorate, it is absolutely impossible that even the director would not know about it.
Now, how can he ensure the credibility of his words?
Gao Yi thought for a while and said with a loud voice: "Try it out."
So Descartes replied: "The director is joking. Which one it is, I think someone with your status should know it very well."
Director Song almost believed it himself.
I asked Tan Yan to open the computer and go inside to retrieve the files. But he didn't find even a hair.
He finally determined that this was a scam call!
Toot toot…
"Mr. Gao, he killed me."
Descartes replied: "Should I use you to threaten him? Let him report to his superiors and then organize an evacuation?"
"No way."
Gao Yi shook his head decisively: "His superior is nothing more than Chu Li. If he doesn't know, Chu Li won't know either."
"Moreover, do you think that organizing such a large-scale evacuation is really a matter of discretion for the department?"
"How can we fix it?"
Descartes was confused: "Do you need me to buy a plane ticket and we can run away together?"
"No, you make another call."
Gao Yi's expression finally became serious: "Let's talk about something else this time."