The site of the Mirin plant in Myanmar has been chosen. Dozens of hard-working Unsullied workers are busy.

Some of them were loggers, armed with powerful chainsaws, sawing down tall trees in the forest, one by one. Some are leveling the land, and their tools are small excavators.

The excavator's shovel is deftly tackling the uneven ground, and many weeds and shrubs have been uprooted, ending their mediocre life course.

A month ago, the jungle had been planted by a good lord with the seeds of evil: the Green Marauders. It is an artificial plant that lives in dense forests that have been formed for hundreds of years, and its wild tentacles devour the rhizomes of all plants wherever they go, drawing nutrients from the host and transporting them through vascular bundles to the hive at the point of origin.

There, biofuels such as blackbird honeydew are gathering and becoming a fuel supply center for mature artificial machinery such as excavators. When refueling, the Unsullied workers lift the lid of the hive, check that the beehive is filled with biofuel, and then use the pump to refuel the construction machinery known as the oil tiger.

In just one month, the Great Good Lord has turned a kilometer radius of dense forest into his biofuel factory, and another kilometer radius is about to become his arsenal.

The assembly workshop is not large, and your fang-like bullet warheads are springing up from the grass like mushrooms after a rain. The industrious and innocent are constantly picking up and putting them into baskets full of harvest joy, just like the first agricultural producers of mankind 6,000 years ago, the working women of the farming settlers of the Fertile Crescent.

In the center of this rural visual scene, there is a science fiction factory, the air is constantly filtered by the walls full of pores, and the dust-free standard in the factory is really not low. The first fully automated production line is filling fanged bullets with sci-fi blackbird honeydew.

The slender dripper squeezes out the dew of the right-sized blackbird, the empty shells of the bullets grow from parasitic plants, and the back of the butt is covered with neural networks that instantly discharge when a special signal arrives, igniting the full fuel in the bomb cavity.

For the first time, the factory in nature's original self-growing model was reborn in a retro atmosphere, and it was amazingly powerful.

It's just a bullet arsenal, and the factories where guns are made are separated. The bio-material rifle is several times lighter than a regular steel rifle, and the airtight mechanism is also a biological structure. Since Li Xiantai can invent a living organism that can be folded into a vacuum, the airtight barrel is naturally not a problem.

The power of the bolt that pushes the bullet officially comes from the rebound force created by the vacuum chamber, a completely mystical design of the average gunsmith. It was not powerful, but it was strong enough to propel the bolt and fulfill its design mission in the form of a semi-automatic rifle.

Quiet and deadly pneumatic bolt action.

All the parts are grown on parasitic plants, then harvested by the Unsullied and put into smart factories for small processing, so that they are exactly the same, catching up with the pace of the industrial age, but already completely different.

The Innocent workers on the assembly line are arranging their tired work, assembling guns, and checking every detail, like traditional craftsmen who love their work.

These boring jobs are set by the good lord to be pleasant, not to mention that after completion, you can also enter the wine shop in the Astapor Enchantment, talk and laugh with the wine girl, drink a little wine, and talk about the strange life in the underworld.

"Watch out for those who are alive."

This is the motto that the Unsullied often use when they are separated.

These immaculate people with emasculated IQ and memory are heartless, poor, and happy, not knowing who they are, where they come from, and where they will return their souls, and they are constantly learning skills, constantly evolving, and alienated into all kinds of different personalities.

Mrs. Li is kind to these slaves, and has hired excellent architects to constantly add strange buildings, gardens, plants, pets, and personality characters to the enchantment.

Li Xiantai herself has fallen in love with this great enchantment, and often wanders the streets of Astapor alone.

On this day, on a whim, he wanted to show off his super masterpiece in front of Yuki Nagisaki, and brought it to this enchantment.

They got into a luxurious carriage, and two white steeds rode slowly down the gallop road.

"What a strange place...... Sakiyuki commented, her eyes flashing.

Mingjin smiled: "What's strange?" ”

Sakiyuki: "The pedestrians here are in a hurry and don't speak. ”

Mingjin: "Of course, they you." ”

Sakiyuki: "What about you?" Can? ”

Mingjinliu: "Yes, you can even talk to me and shake hands, this is a subversive enchantment, in fact, you can also integrate into this world, but it takes a little effort." ”

Sakiyuki: "Really? I'm interested, what should I do? ”

"You need to trust me and let me do a brain exercise for you, and you need to develop your ...... with the help of medical MRI equipment Brain function. ”

Sakiyuki: "Hah! So we can meet? Let's meet, only I can decide if I can trust you! ”

Mingjinliu: "Hmm...... You have to promise not to say to anyone that you want to be in a relationship with me. ”

Sakiyuki blushed and said, "We're not dating!" It's just to meet, you're a big man in my mind, a mysterious person. ”

Mingjinliu: "I'm also honored, in fact, I've been to the theater of AKB, and I haven't seen you twice. ”

Sakiyuki: "Ah! You already know my new job! ”

Mingjin: "Well, I've known for a long time, let's meet in my apartment." ”

Sakiyuki: "Hey, is it really good to meet for the first time in a location like this?" ”

Mingjin: "I have something mysterious for you to give my apartment." ”

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The first meeting finally arrived, and Miss Yunagi left her apartment in Akihabara and came to Tsukuba. There is a luxury apartment that was rented by a famous person during his stay in Tokyo.

"Ding Dong~" Yunagi pressed the doorbell.

There was only a ticking sound, and it was clear that the door was open, but no one came out.

Helpless, Yu Nagi had to carefully push open the door and look inside.

She was shocked to see a celebrity, the size of a small doll, standing on the table, and even more shocked when she remembered that she was not wearing a magic glass.

"You ......" she must not understand why she could have this magical scene without a magic mirror.

Mingjin smiled, "Spread out your palms." ”

Yunagi obediently complied.

Mingjin Liusan actually jumped from the table to her palm with a somersault cloud, very naughty, almost scratching her head and scratching her ears.

Yunagi was amazed, "How did this happen?" ”

Mingjin smiled: "Haha! So I want you to come to my apartment, come on, come on, play another game, and guess which one of me is the real me. ”

The little man in the palm of his hand jumped up, went down to the ground, and then shook his wit, and transformed into two identical clone phantoms, and the phantoms gradually turned into a one-to-one human form.

Could it be that one of the apparitions turned out to be a real person? It's incredible.

The beautiful girl's witty eyes are looking for clues in the phantom.

Finally, she stretched out her slender finger and gently poked at one of the apparitions she thought was a real person.

Natsu Ryu also stretched out his fingers, fingers touched fingers, passed through each other, and nothing happened, like neutrinos passing through the earth.

The beautiful girl smirked, feeling that this game was quite interesting.

If this is not the case, is the other one? She still has no confidence, it's too mysterious.

Only once, she finally touched the palm of the real hand, and it felt quite shocking.

Mingjin took the opportunity to interlock his fingers with the beautiful girl, and presented an ambiguous expression.

Yuki Nagisa smiled and didn't mean to object, just said, "You magician! ”

Mingjin said softly: "In order to give you a magical greeting gift, I have invented another trick, my house is arranged with several laser projectors, the resolution is enough to form a false illusion, and when these strong illusions are reversed, you are simply the position of the projector, and you can also erase the real image from your eyes."

It's a fantasy without a mirror, welcome to my apartment, my enchantment. ”

Najin took Yunagi's little hand, sat down on the sofa, continued to perform magic, conjured a glass of mango juice on the empty coffee table, and said, "Your profile says that your favorite drink is mango juice. ”

Yunagi picked up the "magic juice" and opened her eyes, it seems that the ** who still doesn't believe in the magician has reached such a state at this time, this juice should have been prepared a long time ago, right?

"I really didn't expect that there are still people in this world who use magic mirrors to reverse makeup, and your real people are more beautiful than those in the magic mirror." Nazu Rusan offers bold and sincere words.

There has never been a stupid black coarse who has the guts to be presumptuous in front of the super beautiful girl goddess, but the name is actually ...... He had begun to play with her hair gently, as if the goddess had already taken ownership of her.

Yuki Nagisa glared at him and complained dissatisfiedly: "Mingjin Liujun is really full of self-confidence, go, don't be careless!" ”

BIU, the unbearable beautiful girl slapped his palm, and her beautiful hair could not be desecrated.

Wave tassels, looking forward to being charming.

Nazu Rusan said greedily: "I performed a magic, do you want to sing a song to me?" ”

Yuki Nagisa didn't refuse, and said, "What do you want to hear?" ”

Mingjin: "The petals of the cherry blossoms? ”

She really sang, not as perfect as the studio and harmony, but it was really good, she gently created an ultimate beauty, a beauty that people had to love and pity in the depths of their humanity, a beauty that their elders had to take care of, and a beauty that made warriors willing to fight.