Chapter 59

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"Okay." The leader finally looked at Shen Jian and said slowly, "Then you can give it a try."

"But once the machine is started it will do this at least ten times."

Shen Jian casually flipped through the book he had brought from beginning to end. After checking it, he hummed casually, seemingly not caring too much. He then touched the bed sheet and patted the pillow.

“Your pillow looks familiar,” Shen Jian pointed out calmly.

The leader knelt on the ground, glanced at Shen Jian, and asked hypocritically: "Really? Very comfortable."

Chen Jian, who had not slept well for several nights after laying out new bedding a few days ago: "..."

Very good, hatred value +1.

The leader lowered his eyes and turned his head to the side, with a very slight curve at the corner of his mouth. He took off the snake-shaped ring that Shen Jian was very familiar with on his ring finger, "But you have to take this."

The leader used it to tie his hair before, but after Shen Jian wore it, the leader felt disgusted (…), and coupled with the implicit resentment that the other party had given back something he had given away, he also wore it on his hand.

Shen Jian raised his eyelids, with zero credibility in the leader, and asked very directly: “Methods of cross-world tracking?”

The leader glanced at Shen Jian calmly, "If you think I can do it."

Shen Jian laughed, stood up expressionlessly, and snatched the ring away at lightning speed.

The leader who was maliciously beaten up by someone took the opportunity to say: "..."

He pulled the corner of his mouth and swallowed the blood rushing to his throat. "Keep it. Maybe you will need it."

If you can really get there and endure the most terrible ending.

Then go and give it a try.

The leader watched in silence as Shen Jian's figure gradually shrank and disappeared into a place where the light could not reach.

After a moment, the man finally moved his stiff knees, supported himself on the ground and stood up, casually wiping the red liquid that overflowed from the corner of his lips.

The kid had really put down a half-killing hand just now, probably because he was afraid that he would be able to escape. The reason why he entered here and touched everything with his own hands was probably to check if there were any razor blades or automatic ejection bullets.

"Don't worry." Even though no one heard him, the leader still said to himself, "I won't leave until you come back."

"Oh, I forgot to mention that."

The leader sat back on the bed and flipped through two pages of a book before he suddenly remembered, "Hmm... I seem to have forgotten that the master copy of Shen Pingyan's video just now was sent to me."

The leader stroked the pages of the book twice thoughtfully, silently felt the severity of Shen Jian's attack just now, and quickly chose to continue to lower his head and pretend that he knew nothing.

According to the surveillance records at the prison gate, after Shen Jian left, no less than hundreds of people came in and out one after another. Everyone had a serious expression when they walked in, but a very strange expression when they left.

It was not until a long time later that Shen Jian happened to see this old calendar. He was already quite mature (shameless) and smiled elegantly, feeling that this was not okay.

Being his subordinate, you would be like him now, either being tortured to death by documents every day, or being trapped in the pain of trying to steal a starship and escape to the source world to live a miserable life but failing.

How come they still have a little old stuff to relax with?

So he carefully prepared a one-month "Early Leader Return Plan" and carried out all-round retaliation against every subordinate who had a psychological trauma against him.

The first thing he did every morning when he woke up was to find a subordinate, smile at him gently, tease him casually, and enjoy their frightened and stiff expressions.

That month, Shen Jian's mood was always above the normal level, although he didn't know that the subordinates who were thrown out of the door after being taught a lesson every day had more turbulent expressions than him.

[Although, it was me who was carried into the room by the boss today!] The subordinate used a document that was taller than him to cover up the frightened yet excited smile on his face.

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Three minutes later, the time machine started.

Shen Pingyan's underground laboratory was expanded thirty times by space technology. Shen Jian stood in the front. From the back, he was completely blocked by densely packed tall figures. These people seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally surrounded Shen Jian in the middle, surrounding a leader who was planning to enter the battlefield alone again.

This time, the situation was even more grand than when Shen Jian went to the spire for the meeting. Not only the direct lineage, but all the personnel stationed in the tower stood silently behind him, and most of them even had "double portions".

But they didn't speak, there was no sound, and no one got closer to Shen Jian.

Standing next to Shen Jian was the man who had been sentenced to death by Shen Jian.

Mo Yi was still holding his umbrella, with his long hair tied up in a half knot. Just like he usually behaved, he tilted his head and looked at Shen Jian gently.

"I wish you all the best, sir." Mo Yi whispered softly, "Although I wish nothing had happened; it would also be a good choice for us to wait for the end of the world together."

Shen Jian glanced at him and answered irrelevantly: "Your face is like this? Can't change back?"

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment.

Three seconds later, he quickly smiled again: "The face can't be changed back. Doesn't your hair look good after it's been permanently straightened and dyed? If I remember correctly, you like long black hair, and you also like things from the ancient era."

When Shen Wenyan met Shen Jian, because his aesthetics were completely consistent with Shen Jian, he entered the list of direct descendants with the simplest token of surrender, which made many direct descendants grit their teeth.

Shen Jian stared at Mo Yi's hair and smiled silently, "I like it. But habit is a very strange thing. For example, I think chestnut suits you better."

Mo Yi gradually closed his hand holding the umbrella and remained silent for half a minute.

Thirty seconds countdown.

Everyone waited silently for the machine to start. The people in the front row kept their gazes on Shen Jian for a long time, with a dry and calm look in their eyes that showed reluctance to accept after a struggle.

Twenty seconds countdown.

Shen Jian glanced at Solomon who was standing obediently beside him… Yun beside him, "Yun. What is your information on Solomon?"

Yun was startled, horrified that Chen Jian was the first to ask him, but he did not dare to delay, and quickly sorted out a few keywords: "Half of the information, clear technical direction, empty shell!"

Shen Jian didn't say anything, just glanced at Shen Lanhe, who nodded silently and leaned forward slightly to indicate that he would follow up.

The scene then fell into an increasingly short countdown silence.

How come it's so fast!? How come it's so fast!?

The subordinate anxiously grasped the fabric of his clothes, and his inner thoughts became more and more violent and sad as time went by.

Why should their leader handle this kind of thing? !

He gritted his teeth and looked at the leader who was standing straight in front of him with a sad face. He felt depressed and had no place to vent.

Five seconds countdown.

Shen Jian was ready, and everyone’s faces were tense.

Mo Yi moved.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Jian in a scene without movement or sound, and said faster than An just now, “I’m sorry sir, my choice did not satisfy you. I wish you wear the crown on your way to the Wuyan Tower.”

Just now, Shen Jian did not show any expression of liking for the only appearance he still had.

He seemed a little regretful, but also seemed to no longer expect anything.

The machine emitted a faint light of startup. Mo Yi quickly stuffed the umbrella into Shen Jian's hand to block his view, and walked forward faster than Shen Jian to approach the machine.

Shen Jian quickly realized that something was wrong and rushed forward to grab him.

He passed by Mo Yi at a distance of half a palm, the machine swallowed Shen Jian, and Mo Yi turned from an adult to a teenager and then to a child in an instant as if time was reversed, and finally disappeared there silently.

Shen Jian realized very clearly at the last moment why Mo Yi existed.

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The black veil hanging all around, the expensive wooden handmade bed. The dull and restrained interior decoration. The faint smell of blood and sawdust that could not be stopped from drifting by the tip of the nose.

A room somewhere between luxury and embarrassment.

Before Shen Jian was fully awake, he could hear the faint sound of footsteps walking back and forth outside the house.

When he opened his eyes, he rarely let himself think for a while.

Two nights ago, Solomon screened out the galaxy with the highest success properties from a hundred galaxies. But he was not sure which world and which stage of the launch the galaxy was from, so it could only be "screened" by the machine based on its familiar induction. The galaxy Solomon screened out at that time was exactly the galaxy of the source world where Shen Jian was.

Afterwards, Shen Jian will enter this galaxy's coordinate system and go back in time again... to repeat what the leader had failed at before.

If he succeeds this time, then everything will be happy. He will go back and kill the leader as promised, mourn for a few days, and finally wait quietly for a peaceful life.

If he fails...

Shen Jian's pupils fell dilatedly on the slightly dirty rose-red ceiling. The overly bright color would make the eye nerves that had just woken up uncomfortable, but the person who arranged this place didn't care whether the child lying here to rest would feel uncomfortable.

…As the leader said, “Once the machine is started, it will go back at least ten times.”

Therefore, even if we fail, that will be a long, long time in the future.

Shen Jian was silent for a while, his thoughts wandering in the moment when Mo Yi just disappeared, as if he didn't care about anything around him.

Then, he calmly turned his head to avoid the sharp cold weapon that was coming at him, raised his hand easily and skillfully to twist the joints of the man, pinched his vital points and broke his wrist bones.

Shen Jian lowered his eyes and looked at the boy who was glaring at him angrily. He saw from his pupils that he seemed to have grown up a little now.

"Let me go...! You're just a servant chosen to play with me...!"

The boy, wearing very delicate embroidered silk, looked at him angrily, with pure anger in his eyes that did not belong to a child of this world.

It can be seen that he was brought up well, probably being trained as an heir - he can also play with daggers as a pastime.

Shen Jian confined the struggling child to the bed, stopped him from shouting, and then stared at him and smiled nonchalantly.

Shen Jian never thought of locating in the optimal galaxy, and the world he chose in retrospect turned out to be his source world.

Therefore, as the price for him to reopen the world line, the timeline of "the second Chen An who should not exist" was corrected.

Shen Jian lowered his eyes and casually patted the child's still tender face, "Although I am a little unhappy, but..."

"Long time no see...Shen An. Although you may not be called by this name yet."

Shen Jian slowly put on a gentle yet sharp smile.