Cruise ship restaurant.

"What do you think is the relationship between President Memorial and Commander Ye?" Jiang Erpiao asked curiously while sitting in his seat.

"I don't know." Lin Qiye put down the chopsticks in his hand and hesitated for a moment. "Anyway, it shouldn't be a romantic relationship, more like some kind of revolutionary friendship."

"She looks about the same age as us. So when she met Commander Ye, she must have been just a little girl?"

"Commander Ye hadn't become the commander yet, right?"

"Calculating the time, it's about the same."

"Another past event that has been forgotten by history..."

After the three of them finished dinner, Jinian walked into the restaurant. The walkie-talkie in her hand was gone, and except for her eyes being a little red, there seemed to be nothing unusual about her.

"How is it? Do you like dinner?" Ji Nian asked.

"It's delicious." An Qingyu smiled and said, "Thank you for the treat."

Lin Qiye and others stood up from their chairs, glanced at the time on the wall, and said:

"My mental strength has almost recovered. It's time to hurry back to Daxia... If it's convenient, can you tell me which direction Daxia is in?"

"No need." Ji Nian shook his head calmly.

Lin Qiye and the other two were stunned, not quite understanding what she meant.

"I mean, you don't have to fly back. This place is still half a world away from Daxia, and your mental strength can't hold out for that long." Ji Nian put his hands in his pockets and continued, "I have ordered the ship to turn around and sail to Daxia at full speed. You should go back with us.

Don't worry about the Kingdom of God. I've just told Commander Zuo on the intercom that he has already started taking action, so even if you go back two days later, it won't delay anything."

"Are you going to Daxia too?" Jiang Er asked in surprise.

"Well, go do something."

Jiang Er and An Qingyu turned to look at Lin Qiye at the same time. After hesitating for a moment, the latter nodded.

"Okay, then let's take a ride on a favorable boat."

"It will take about three days to get back to Daxia by cruise ship from here." Ji Nian looked at the time and said, "During this time, I have something very important to do, so I'm afraid I can't entertain you. If you have any requests, you can ask the Shangxie members on the ship, and they will try their best to meet your needs."

"Thanks."

After coming out of the restaurant, Jinian, wearing a white scientific research robe, walked straight into the [Building Block Room]. The knight arranged a room for Lin Qiye and the other two and took them there.

On the way, An Qingyu hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Excuse me, does your president also like to do scientific research?"

The knight was stunned, shook his head and said, "The president doesn't do pure academic research. She prefers to tinker with weapons, vehicles, engineering buildings, airplanes, cannons, missiles, sports cars, motorcycles, fighter jets... She is more of a manufacturing enthusiast than a scientist."

"I see... But the things she created are indeed very interesting."

The pixel-style walkie-talkie appeared in An Qingyu's mind, and he couldn't help but feel itchy.

"What are these? Next time you go to Utopia, the things there will make you drop your jaws." The knight laughed.

…

Lin Qiye returned to his room and closed the door.

He poured a cup of hot tea, sat by the narrow porthole, looked at the hazy fog and the deep sea outside the window, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

The experience in hell was so thrilling that he has not yet recovered from the sense of crisis on the brink of life and death. Whenever he closed his eyes, countless wriggling red bugs and that hideous and weird laughter would emerge in his mind.

But what he couldn't let go of the most was Shen Qingzhu, who was roaring in pain on the ice with a pair of black wings on his back.

Can he survive the process of merging with the source of hell? Will he be infected by the power of corruption? How can he get out of the heart of the kingdom of God?

One question after another lingered in Lin Qiye's mind.

Unable to sleep, Lin Qiye simply leaned against the window, took a few sips of hot tea, and immersed his consciousness in the mental hospital of the gods in his mind.

"Open, open, open!! Come and place your bets! You won't be able to place bets once it starts!"

"Today I bet on Monkey Brother, two chicken legs."

"I'll bet on Monkey Brother too, a bag of spicy noodles!"

"I feel like King Jiji is really no match for Monkey Brother these days... Come on Monkey Brother, I'll do your work for you for a day."

"Maybe there will be an upset today? I'll bet on King Jiji and three melon seeds!"

"Sorry, your stake is too low to participate."

"???"

“…”

Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, had just walked into the yard when he heard the caregivers discussing something lively.

In the courtyard, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh had already stood on both sides, looking at each other coldly, and the murderous intent in the air became increasingly fierce.

Lin Qiye seemed to remember something and glanced at the wall clock.

Well…it’s really come to the point where these two people have their daily fights.

Lin Qiye hadn't seen the two fighting for a long time, so he simply stood at the edge of the courtyard. At this moment, Li Yifei was walking slowly towards him, holding a small stool in his right hand and a bag of melon seeds in his left hand.

"Qianye? You're here?"

Li Yifei's eyes lit up when he saw the white coats in the crowd, and he quickly walked forward and handed the small stool to Lin Qiye, "Come, sit down and watch.

"What about you?" Lin Qiye asked, sitting naturally on the small stool.

Li Yifei threw the melon seeds to Lin Qiye and slapped the little raccoon on the forehead who was shouting and betting. The latter immediately covered his head with his paws and turned to look at Li Yifei aggrievedly:

"Manager Li, why did you hit me?"

"Go, bring me a stool."

"oh……"

Soon, the little raccoon brought a new stool, and Lin Qiye and Li Yifei sat down by the courtyard and started eating melon seeds.

"Why aren't they fighting yet?" Lin Qiye knocked his head several times, and seeing that the two people in the distance hadn't made any move, he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, they are waiting for the musicians."

"?"

Downstairs in the hospital building, Braki was seen holding a harp, walking to the boulder at the edge of the yard with his head held high. He coughed twice, and then began to pluck the strings in his hand.

The moment the exciting music sounded, the two people in the yard seemed to have received some kind of signal and rushed towards each other at the same time. The golden and purple lights splashed violently, but were locked inside by the defensive magic circle at the edge of the yard, without any overflow.

Braki's piano playing seemed to have some kind of magic, which aroused the emotions of everyone present and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

The caregivers who had placed their bets were waiting at the edge of the courtyard, their hearts in their throats. Even Lin Qiye, who was eating melon seeds nearby, felt his blood boiling as he hadn’t felt for a long time.

He stared at the fight in the yard for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Why do I feel like... Gilgamesh is getting more and more exhausted?"